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Conversations with God 001 [23 Mar 2009|08:58pm]
I was bringing Pinochio babies to the execution site from the forest by the brook, where lots of trees fell down this winter. No axe could be a help for me here, so I used a saw to cut off their limbs. Some of those Pinochios were heavy a lot - bringing me down to the ground through the layers of snow. I struggled. Then darkness came together with the stars and covered everything. I was exhausted so I stopped for a minute to have a rest, I lifted up my eyes and saw the Great Bear. I listened to the air, and heard a water flow in the brook sounding so calm.

I enjoyed everything that, and thought of how actually boring my life has become to lead me into the forest in the weekend alone.

I recalled then the first time I heard god speaking to me really loud in my dream a few years ago - I saw his angels - they spoke to me, spoke in riddles, showed me many things, things uncomprehensible. The place where I was looked so familiar - hills, meadows and forests, so latvian, but with temples everywhere, temples looking greek or roman very much, because of columns. I thought, that was heaven. Heaven, where to hide away from my boring, empty and looped everyday life. I had no objective, so I asked: where is my place? The voice of a Lord answered back then - these hills, meadows and forests is your home. I was assured! I sort of received a quest! I was also shown, what will happen, if I will not succeed - if I lose, I will become an aggressive guerilla with a junk rifle in a forest. Then I woke up.

I wanted to get back to that heaven place so much! But nope, all these years no more journeys... I remembered a recent conversation with Satan, so I thought God might have something to answer. I looked at the great bear again and asked: Forces of light or darkness, speak to me! I call for you! Silence, brook flows, wind, time passes. I am surprised - my imagination gives me nothing. Not even Satan. I started to think, that my emotions are much to flat thus making me dumb to hear spirits. Then suddenly God asked:

And what do you expect to hear???
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