Six Sentence Story ~ Rodeo (a dream of another dream)

It started with a phone call at midnight in the middle of a restless dream in which he was wrestling with the monster called Rodeo.

He had to struggle up to find his mobile phone, from his makeshift sofa-bed, tripping over bundles of bared wires everywhere in his one bomb-shelled room apartment currently under DIY makeover, together with clutters of other stuff, under a power outage.

“O, where are you? show yourself,” he had lately got to a point of talking to things, breaking the silence of the monotony of moving into a solitary confined space to make a sanctuary for himself.

The ringing sound stopped at the prompting of his voice, and instead, there appeared a celestial glow at the far corner of the room, like a gigantic spray being switched on from the floor, emitting burst of lights in various colors, and shapes, casting pictures on his blank wall.

No words can describe what he saw, nor any sane man would agree that he was not seeing from his over imaginative mind.

“It cannot be real! I don’t believe it,” he uttered by default, as always a doubter, and immediately, darkness resumed, followed by a silence at the streets below his window, which usual lively and loud activities being suddenly halted, like the world had left him and gone somewhere else, but then, he heard the horses -Rodeo, the pictures on his wall just a minute ago now went alive down there, water flooded everywhere, teeming with a rodeo of monstrous sea creatures in brilliant multi-colors, beginning his dream in another dream.


the eyes of your heart: a haiku

angel on horse2behind a cool glass

flying horse passed by in haste

tree friends waved in silence

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When he is just riding in a car, minding his own business, things are happening in another realm right before his eyes. The trees bend and wave. The cloud moves into position. A clear sign appears in the clear blue sky, which has been unruffled until the moment. From afar he sees a speck of shape come rushing at a good speed and it becomes clearer and larger as he focuses. Here is a clear picture of the flying horse. On other pictures he sees the rider too with a sword. This appearance takes place just after he has visited a most oppressed place of history. He has prayed when others complain of heaviness and unease. Then the celestial rider comes on a horse and the oppression lifts immediately. An amazing experience. He believes in the power of prayers.

And [I pray] that the eyes of your heart [the very center and core of your being] may be enlightened [flooded with light by the Holy Spirit], so that you will know and cherish the hope [the divine guarantee, the confident expectation] to which He has called you, the riches of His glorious inheritance in the saints (God’s people),
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