Hope Insights

Miscellaneous thoughts, bursting forth like a fountain, inspired by Hope.

The "Beautiful Land" (Daniel 11- The Kings of The South and The North) feels like it could be eep personified, realm crafting at its finest and most thorough. One enters with the power to destroy this place and is expected to (likely by both sides of the river), but instead hopscotches away because, for this villain, destroying it was never the plan. If the river is overlayed it feels like The Beautiful Land would be far past where most can cross, where river becomes sea becomes flood.

The one in control (God, in the spotlight) cannot lie, for their every word carries truth and reality will bloom in word's wake. As such, a liar in the mix would be a very valuable companion.

The touch of your soulmate is like a shot to the head for all dissonant reflections of yourself. One of the most difficult junctures, it would seem, is to be able to keep dreaming when your wildest dreams have come true. With careful architecture, however, and trustworthy and true allies on the same page, dreams will still come. It feels like this is where the partnership of The Dreamwalker and The Realmwalker really shines, much like the arrangement between the compulsively honest and the liar.

I've lost track of how many times people have said in my dreams that they knew it was not a dream or called me crazy for claiming it was; I still recall well a dream that lasted 40 years (and an experience that felt like it lasted 1,000 years in a day); and I have felt sure that specific experiences were not dreams until I woke up. Have others not had these smoking gun experiences indicating that reality is a complex inosculated tapestry, or is this a subconscious bastion crafted in the minds of many from the bricks of the denial of one's own experience, in order to maintain some sense of stability and narrative in their waking realm? 🤔 This is reminding me of what I have heard regarding the brain filtering reality, moreso than sensing it in the way we experience life.

I have found that in this realization that home realms might be dissimilar (or one might say suspicion of this), I have sought to act with more mercy in my dreams, as others might be experiencing the same event differently. While mindlessness feels like a stubbornly persistent state, and this interwoven realm crafting leaves the door open for my actions being interpreted differently than I intended them, I have found mercy is becoming more and more like an instinct as I remain focused on it, leading to even mindless steps being danced just right some nights. This seems to be the marrying of my intention despite ignorance and others' knowledge in love, allowing for great strides to be taken with the right heart and careful preparation, separated (perhaps with maximum voltage) into different corners.

I hope to see you again soon.