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Sleeping Giants

6 Nephilim behind iron bars looking out over a desert wherein a titanic monster looks back

The artwork is provided by Isabella Baker


August 26

In last night's dream, I found myself standing around an unnaturally deep pit in the backyard of a house. This pit looked completely bottomless. Somewhere far below was a being known as "the Wandering Mountain," my dream informed me. The image of a desert in the middle of a sandstorm came to mind; a huge mountain dominated the horizon. The mountain was moving slowly away; it was alive, it was sleeping, yet it was walking. This was only one of many that were down in this pit.


Soon my body followed my mind into the pit where I found myself face to face with Nephilim, as they were servants of the Sleeping Mountain. There were maybe 25 Nephilim in all; they looked like tall hairy men with long white beards. A gate separated them from the mountain, and though it was sleeping, the mountain approached our tiny cage like a shark sniffing out hidden prey. By conjuring a human form, the mountain began to walk among us. I do not remember what it said, wish I could, but it spoke its intentions softly into the minds of its servants. It was waking up and seeking to leave the pit.


The Wandering Mountain image might bring to mind the Lovecraftian horror genre, one of my personal favorites. In Lovecraftian horror, to see the gods would drive one insane, whereas in the bible, to see God's face would cost one their very life. All this to say, maybe the sense of awe they inspire could consist of some amalgamation of terror and wonder meshed together in a surprisingly seductive manner. Maybe this is why some of us so obsessively study biblical and non-biblical text. To read the writings of men is to see God at a distance; to read God's writings is nigh akin to seeing Him face to face, and the more you see, the more you desire to see. In this way, I am beautifully afflicted.
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  1. A Touch of ColorAugust 27, 2020 at 7:31 PM

    totally afflicted. an interesting premise to be sure. Cool dream, excited to see whats next on the agenda.

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