Blog on the Lillypad
Friday, September 05, 2003
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When our world changed forever. Part 1: The Night of August 28, 2001 For me, September 11 began on August 28, 2001, though I didn't realize it then. Three weeks earlier, on August 5, I'd been contacted by Moody Press becuase they'd seen VALKYRIES on the web and wanted to consider it for publication. I was busy learning about and communicating information regarding the death of a child named Brent Stevens and other gross corruption in Baptist Fundamentalism and was getting a lot of flack about my point of view in the Fighting Fundamentalist Forum. I had a terrific job and worked with terrific people, and I was doing so well financially that I was able to help others. In spite of things that were troubling me, I was happy and optimistic about my life. |
In the late night of August 28, 2001, I dreamed that I was walking up a high mountain with lightweight fiberglass skies on my shoulder. (I have never skied.) It was cold. There were ski lifts, but I had walked. I got to the top of the high mountain, and there were families---men and women and kids all around, getting ready to ski down the mountain. I started to get into my skis, and then people started saying,, "Look at the sun! What's wrong with the sun!" I looked up at the cloudless, cold blue sky.
The sun had become huge. And even though it was cold on the ground, we could see that the sun had become very hot. It swelled with heat, and the air shimmered around it. Visible rays of light (which may have been some type of runic writing) radiated out from it, but the air around the sun was so hot that these rays evaporated quickly. Everybody was afraid. And then, in the 10-11 o'clock position of the sun, a rippling started. And then, from that spot, the moon emerged out of the sun. It was white and full (and of course smaller than the sun). We all saw that it was burning hot in the sun's heat. I realized that it couldn't withstand that terrific heat. Indeed, the air around it continued to shimmer with the intensity of heat. And then the moon shot across the sky towards the farthest horizon and fell to the earth.
In the dream, I realized that the world was ending, and I fell on my knees. Then I went forward on my face (yet in my terror I did feel a slight vindication in realizing that the rapture truly was a bunch of nonsense), and I prayed, "O God, You are righteous, and everything You do is righteous. And in righteousness, You are ending the world. Help me to help these people at the end of the world." Then I waited in breathless silence, because there was no knowing what was going to happen next. But after a moment I looked up. Everybody was looking at me, and their faces showed that they weren't sure what was going on, but maybe I had a better idea than they did. But the world didn't end. Everything was still and quiet and cold. And then I woke up.
I will write more about this tomorrow.
