The
traveler Ying had two dreams. In the first he was with a group of fellow
travelers packed tightly standing on a low oval shaped oak coffee table. They were
trying to balance hard not to fall off. Aliens with laser guns were shooting
and killing all who were not on the table.
In the second dream he was running with a group of fellow
travelers with Cyclopes chasing them to kill them. Many ran ahead and he and
his group knew they could not outrun the Cyclopes so they found a tiny space hidden
behind some mountain rocks and hid there. It was a dead end. They could hear
the Cyclopes running pass in pursuit of those who had run ahead. He knew the Cyclopes
would turn back to search them out when they discovered that this group was
missing from their targets. So he climbed on top of a brand new metal filing
cabinet and looked for a way out. He saw a space with light at the other end in
between two cliffs so narrow that only one individual could squeeze through
side way one at a time. Then he woke in cold sweat.
He was a mere individual seeking divine direction to live
this end times period. He never expected to face this kind of adventure with a group
of strangers as if they were in a science fiction movie. Yet it’s real at this
point of time when he woke and found himself still flying high in the rope
carriage on two eagles’ wings.
What will all these come to? He asked himself. Will he ever
return to his own comfort zone again? No one answered his thoughts.
He knew the dreams meant the assumed safety zone for many
travelers were not real. They were crumbling down. The enemies were everywhere
pursuing and the travelers were running as though they were helpless. How could
this be? They were trained and given authority in the spirit and the power of
the King’s name.
Yet they were running and hiding. The former secure private
abodes and public gathering ‘clubs’ no longer afforded any shelter.
Each individual had to launch out and face the enemy head
on. He thought.
He felt a pang of pain for some of his closer ones. But he
soon found solace in the thought that time was still available on this planet. All
was not lost yet.
He made a commitment that when he returned to his own place
he would seek them out and help them to rise above the filing cabinet!
Meanwhile, the eagles continued to soar and they were
climbing.
Prepare the table, Set a watchman in the tower, Eat and drink. Arise, you princes, Anoint the shield!
