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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas 
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I wear leaded shoes. I've worn them for most of my life, with the 'early' years being constantly held by a very worried mother. Of my father, I have only hints and dreams, sublime premonitions. While walking in my leaded shoes along the waterfront, I saw a small stone chapel upon a knoll, weathered and tumbledown from the ambivalent sea. Upon the cracked stairs leading up to this chapel was a young motley group, listening to a man in his early 20's reading from a holy book. He wore a strange hat, dark green and peaked which flowed down his back. The words shimmered in the air and several of the young people wandered towards him, extolling and praising the spoken word. They believed what was said, their fledgling faith palatable. There was a feeling of hope and despair, tinged with the salt air. I found myself sitting on the steps, gazing at the words floating languidly. They reflected the sun's motes and shone with a brilliance all their own. It was in this state of rapture that a man approached, earnest face framed by a neatly trimmed beard below baby cheeks. I do not recall his questions. Quite honestly, I never heard him approach, and never heard what he said. I only remember him touching my arm. The air crackled with voices of concern and pain as he lay at my feet, writhing in pain from his fractured arm and broken ribs. I knew I could help him to heal, but my time was not yet come. Several days later, I exited the ruins of a shoreline mansion once belonging to a bygone captain of industry. I was actually born, according to my deceased mother, in the decrepit servant quarters just off to the side. It was in one of those small buildings that I spent my first 18 years, taught and sheltered by my mother, until she suddenly sat up on my birthday, looked me square in the eyes, and stated, 'Be careful what you do, for your time has not yet come.' And that was it, the powerful light vanishing from her eyes. I gave her back to the seas. It seemed the right thing to do at the time. As I passed by that ruined chapel once more, I saw the bearded man in casts. They were very colorful and heavily scripted. I paused well outside his comfort zone, which grew once he saw me, lapping like water at my feet. I knew to wait for him, and slowly he approached. Somehow, I knew I was the cause of his distress, and offered to help in any way I could. Though I could see the conflict in him, he gave me his free hand. He had a good strong core, and I know he will be sorely missed in time. As I took his hand, I could feel the waves of pain from the breaks I made, could see the amateurish fumbling of a professional 'fixing' those breaks, and knew I could fix it. I shook his hand, took most of his pain, and restored his bones, nerves, muscle and sinew. I was still rather new at this, and ended up making him a little bit better than before, a bit stronger, straighter, handsome, and commanding. But I did leave a bit of the pain. I had to cover my tracks, afterall. Let the others expound on the power of prayer. Better that than my unveiling. Gabriel smiles and walks back towards his group, them gazing in trepidation and concern, mixed with rank distrust. They are not yet where Gabriel is, though a few have potential. Already he moves straighter, with confident ease. Already the group has forgotten about me, praising the heavens for answered prayers as they look upon their leader and are awestruck by what they see. I will have to avoid that knoll in the future, for my time has not yet come. I know of the surges and lightning storms accompanying my birth, the peals of thunder augmenting my infant screams. I shall have to wear my leaded shoes for just a while longer, for when I walk unshod, what was once comes once more. Trees burst from the soil, flowers and grass flow in my wake, native worn rock thrusts up from the deep, the waters wander back to their original paths, beasts of the field and sea emerging from their spawning spots. I know there are some out there who would delight in this, though they know not the full ramifications. So many cities built where once was dense forests. Communities where once powerful waters flowed. Massive malls where thousands of buffalo thundered through clouds of dust. This world will be restored to its former glory, the day after there was rest, the day after 'And it was Good', before infant man first hunted for his food. Modern man will suffer greatly and nations will fall in the sudden change. I am He, the Destroyer of Worlds. Alicat 1/7/05 (from a dream yesterday morning) |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
intense dream and story! Thanks for sharing it with us! misc'e |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Wow. Now y'see? I've been telling you to be careful with those hands of yours, them thar's HEALING hands. and gollygeewillickers Ali...this is a lot to take in, but the lead shoes? nodding, if you didn't have them, there would be nothing to keep you from floating off into space, orbiting, a big ole shining star! Well, that's the way I see it. But then, I don't have a license for this stuff either.  Very intense, very liquid eerie...well, DREAM LIKE. *laughing* Sometimes when I am speechless I talk too much. (and only you would understand that)  Enjoyed bro.  |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Thank you for the responses, and it was indeed a strange dream. It weren't me, though I was seeing through the eyes of the one. I knew it wasn't me since the body and energy were waaaay different than my own, but I knew everything that one could do and was capable of doing. He was all 4 Horsemen rolled into one, for such instantaneous regrowth of vegetation and animal life would have catastrophic consequences on this modern world, greater than any storm or earthquake. For instance, the old saying 'that a squirrel could cross from ocean to Mississippi without ever touching the ground': all those trees suddenly bursting from the ground to full pre-logged height, 70+ feet of trunks blasting through buildings, homes, and highways. I still recall that dream, and it does give slight shivers. |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
A very well written and interesting piece, Ali. All of this power and potential bottled up in this young person is very well conveyed. As for the dream, do you believe it was prophetic? I believe in prophetic dreams, adn I've had a couple, although they just have to do with my little life, not anything big like this. Some dreams are just dreams, but I think that some are much more. I'm interested to know what you think this dream was Oh, make me Thine forever |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
That is some dream...you had me caught up in it wondering~~~ somehow feeling there is truth in those words... M |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Folks? Ya'll just don't know. This man has a treasure-trove of images.  (and lawsy, Alicat, I'd love to pilfer that last one!)  |
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