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A beautiful Lily resting upon water

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November 25, 2020

In this dream, a tribe of mer-people (like Mermaids, but

both genders) decided to leave the sea and make a home for themselves on dry land. However, a flood came and the people began to panic as the sea desperately reached for it’s old friends. Zeus and Poseidon came down from heaven and said

to the people, "This storm will pass, and you will not die.” The people did not trust the gods' word, so they returned to the sea as mer-people with a plan. Their fishtails returned, and they performed a

beautifully haunting song and dance. It was like a hum, but much more powerful. Simultaneously they danced through the sea until it had been lulled into tranquility. Afterward, they returned to dry land and their human-like form, handing Poseidon his Triton as they passed him by.


It's easy to believe them when the storm is far away.

However, our faith is tested under the pressure of the storm when it has arrived. The gods said not to worry - but then the rain came. The people panicked when the waters reached the houses, and even though gods said that the village folk would be fine, the people took their fate into their own hands. Isn't this what we do today? The people did not have to do anything as the storm fell upon them; they could have stayed in the village and gone to sleep. They chose not to.


Sometimes, we, as believers, are afraid to do nothing.

We act as though if we are not involved, things won't get

done. However,  when we do nothing, we find faith in the

moments when something happens because it can only be God. This is called "Doing by not doing." I won't pretend it’s easy as it requires trust and patience. This is one way that we, as believers, can rest no matter how mad our world becomes. God can do more while we are sleeping than we can do awake and panicked.


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December 1, 2020

The very first night of December, I dreamed of monkeys

enjoying a soak in a hot spring. They had white fur and reddish skin. They would soak in a hot spring on the mountain that they lived on to warm themselves up from the fierce cold of the place they called home. The strange part about these monkeys is the fact that their snowy mountain home was in Texas.


In the waking world, this monkey would be called the

Japanese Macaque or the Nihonzaru in Japan. When I awoke from this dream, the thought came to me that these monkeys are the perfect example of the theme proposed in the dream mentioned above.


The storms come just like it always does and they ride

it out, just like they always have. In the dream, they simply took advantage of where they were. The Macaque did not fight the storm or stress out about it; they were completely relaxed, finding tranquility within the storm. The Mer-folk were distressed, despite the word of the gods. The Macaque had no such word and yet were at peace. 


How did they find peace in the silence that mankind

struggles to attain despite God's literal voice in our

lives?

Over 2 dozen clocks of various shapes and sizes.

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December 3, 2020: 1 A.M.

Late Night Thoughts: Have you ever avoided going to

sleep because you were afraid of tomorrow? It doesn't make any sense, and yet, here I sit, afraid. Lying awake I began to wonder, why am I afraid? Firstly, I am afraid to close my eyes because time seems to flow much faster when I am asleep. Staying awake becomes the solution, but the passing of time is not the problem; it's a variable. The real problem was feeling unable to prepare for the day to come any more than I already had. I was scared to face the next day while feeling so unprepared for it. My response was to stay awake and work - the problem is that the later I stay awake, the more my work suffers. Therefore, my solution becomes a new problem. 


It's easy to forget that sometimes sleeping takes courage.

I am writing this because I can confidently say that things in this document are not easy, and I know that. This is my weakness; for those who share it, I hope you can also find the courage to rest.


Edited by my friend Midnight Philosopher.

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