Militant Island
In my hours of deep sleep last night, my dreams sped toward me like a vivid saga that stormed into my being and kicked into my divine faith.
There were two Gods, the familiar one of the spirit that oversees the desires of man but sits back and lets the drama of life unfold. Then there was the physical God who oversees all human desires but polices their actions and brings them to justice.
In my dream there was a physical colossal omnipotence up high in the sky also with eyes to see inside the desires of all humanity on earth. They had billions of arms that could reach down and grab all the militants and then drop them off at Militant Island, far away from all who only desire peace and happiness. If the militants want to keep on fighting, so be it. Maybe they can kill each other off, then the problem of the World would be solved.
I know this solution is far-fetched, but it was my dream last night. In reality there is no solution, no Utopia, no justice, and no island big enough to house all the militants. There is just the disregard of the Divine Spirit within that preaches the manifestation of love by only urging humanity to follow the rules and not reprimanding them for their disobedience. There could be no Militant Island in reality. (too bad!!)
I had to write something in protest of the state of the World. (Just getting it off my chest.)
