Your interpretation of my dream is most interesting Alexios (deliberate 'err'). I dont know how close to the truth it is though, it seems to reflect a tendency I've noticed in you since you got back: recruitment drive. :p
I think John's interpretation of the dream is closer to reality though because of things that have been going on in my personal life lately. I'm a little out of puff, indeed I've been so stressed that I've become ill--my kidneys may be damaged I am awaiting test results--my doctor has traced the injury to stress which he says was evident in my physical condition when he treated me three months ago for something else. I've had a lot on my mind...
Not the least of which have been spiritual matters. I will tell you something, which I dont feel all that comfy telling in public. Up until now I've only told Fr Anthony on byzcath. Not too long ago at Mass I recieved the Blessed Sacrament and, to my joy, at that point I saw light behind my eyes. Before my eyes was the church, same surroundings, same people, but behind my eyes was a pure light a crystal light beautiful and brilliant. It should've have been overwhelming for its intesity but it wasn't, it was calming, soothing and warm. Whenever I tried to grab hold of it and concentrate on it, it vanished, and when I let myself go it returned. It was just what the doctor ordered.
But as I said I had to let myself go to see it. Various thoughts, cares, concerns flooded back into my mind soon after. Troubles, temptations, the whole 9 yards. Before too long I was beset by vicious doubts and fears and all manner of anxities and sin seemed always lurking. My mind seemed to drown so deeply in the waters of the world that it became impossible to come up above the waves for a gasp of spiritual air. My resitence, my peace of mind was eroded by my inner turmoil and before too long I was
away.
It wasn't the first time either. This is a cycle for me. There are moments, flashes, things I see...when I think of the things I have seen. Yet it seems that everytime I get closer something rushes in to drag me further away. I cant step forward without something throwing me twice the distance back. It makes me sigh to think of and the problem is I think too much.
Maybe it comes with the territory but my mind never seems to sleep, never seems to stop working, and like a sponge it absorbs every little worry, every little issue and mulls them over constantly never breaking for a pause until it finally the engine gives out and smoke obscures all vision.
It breaks my heart sometimes, a lot of the time, and I want it to stop. I want to stop the cycle, I want to just be at peace, I just want Him to be with me. Yet, sometimes, a lot of the time, it feels like He's not and though I know logically that its an illusion to my senses thats little consolation.
Yet, my dream, if anything, has taught me that I'm just going to have to trust Him and deal with it and not let the devil in. His trickery and deception leave me sometimes feeling frustrated, angry and alone and I wish really and truly I want Jesus to come and help me. I have to understand that this is Satan's plan. To get me feeling like Jesus has turned away from me so that I will turn from Him, to fill my head with his venom so that there will be no space for God. I guess if I were to interpret it I'd say that Jesus was saying He's always with me and not to let myself get pulled away from that reality by other things no matter what.
And ya know. Now that I can see the devil's conspiracy. I am a lot happier and my eyes can see again
