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POSTPONING vote; a dream
Nov. 5, 2001
To: Remnant Saints leadership guild founding member nominees
Subject: Postponing date of voting, one, two, three, maybe four days.
I was given a dream last night which caused me to reflect on the rush to
have everything in place for voting by Tuesday. The indirect conclusion of
the dream was basically that no purpose is served in rushing this, and that
it would be expedient to have a little more time in order to make sure
everything is in place. There are a couple of pressing issues that deserve
sufficient time for review and revision. One is the rewording of the
mission statement. The other is the review of the *** nomination.
The date of Nov. 6 was initially chosen because it coincides with the United
States' election day.
I do not see any particular reason why we need to hold fast to this date,
especially when a little more time would be beneficial.
We won't know just how much longer we need until we are a little further
along, so for now, the word is to just stay tuned for an announcement of the
new voting date.
I might mention that the dream involved looking up in the sky and seeing a
huge number of chemtrails. There were several jets in obvious patterns of
spraying. They weren't even trying to hide the fact that they were doing
it. You could see where they made turns to trace back over the same region.
There were probably some 40 trails in all etched out in the sky. I don't
know that the specific location of the dream was meant to be important, but
it seems we were in Provo Utah. There were two landmarks specific to that
area, but there were also other landmarks that could place the location just
about anywhere.
It was dusk, so the sun was striking the trails in such a way as to make
them stand out extremely bright. It was quite a sight.
I was going to run and get my camera to take a picture so I could show it to
others (e.g. on the Internet) by way of warning. My wife was with me, and
was trying to persuade me that this was not what needed to be done. She
didn't say it right out, but in the context it is obvious that the most
urgent thing to do right then was to take cover, not to take pictures. She
was holding on to my belt loop to keep me from running to get my camera. I
became annoyed because I really wanted to get a shot of this, and I was
starting to loose my balance because she had hold of me. I finally knocked
her with my arm and I went sailing off at great speed. I looked back at her
to see the hurt in her face that (1) I was disregarding her well-founded
desire to take a different course of action, and (2) I had hit her,
something I had never done before, and (3) my hitting her had cause her to
go onto the a very busy road with many cars (University Boulevard between
Orem and Provo), endangering her life in an even more immediate way than we
were already under.
So here I was, sliding along on what was apparently an icy road (though it
wasn't cold outside). I squatted down into a skiing posture. Then I came
upon pavement, worried what might happen when I hit it going at such great
speed. But then to my amazement I just kept right on going. Sliding along
the pavement as if it were ice too. I was quite an amusement to the people
I passed. I even joked to one group of people I passes saying, "It's the
latest thing." They watched me go by in amazement, wondering if perhaps I
was no some kind of invisible contraption.
I was so preoccupied with the very act of going miraculously fast, that the
purpose for which I was going fast became secondary. As I began coming to a
stop, I was no closer to my stated objective (getting a camera) than when I
started.
Then our baby woke me up from my dream. I said to my wife that I was going
to go turn the heat down. But I stayed in bed for a few moments longer,
thinking on the dream I was just having.
She thought I was gone, and she flopped her arm right on my chest -- hard.
She apologized. I laughed to myself, as it was such an amazing coincidence
considering the dream I just had. (She was getting me back.)
That, to me, was a second witness that the dream was intended as a message
to me, and wasn't just a silly dream. I shared the dream with her when I
returned.
The interpretation, as I see it, is that even though the situation at hand
is of utmost urgency, going fast in itself is not the answer. Perhaps there
is also a message in this that now is not the time for warning, but of
hunkering down.
To me, that does NOT mean NOT doing this Remnant Saints leadership guild.
To the contrary, it makes the importance of this even higher, inasmuch as
the whole purpose of Remnant Saints is "for the survival of the Lord's
people," e.g. hunkering down. But the answer is not to rush things, but
rather to make sure they are done right. And in this case, taking more time
to compose the right mission statement and to review a very difficult
controversy regarding two of the nominees, is more important than just
meeting an arbitrarily set date for voting.
On one of the websites I administer, there is a cartoon depicting a man
sitting back plucking a banjo with a straw in his mouth, leaning on a
turtle. (It is at the bottom of a 911-Humor page
http://www.greaterthings.com/News/911/Tourist/
) The caption reads: "Five
hundred years ago, the Hopi prophecies foretold a time when 'the Eagle will
fly high as the moon.' In 1969, newspaper headings stated 'The Eagle has
landed.' 'Once the Eagle lands,' the Hopi prophecy stated, 'that means it
is time to slow down. The world will be moving faster and faster, but it
will be an artificial acceleration . . . you must stay slow or you will be
lost.' Like many prophecies, they speak of a time soon coming, a time of
great catastrophe and confusion. 'Only the slow will survive,' they say.
That, I feel, is the message of the dream I was given last night too. These
are times of great catastrophe and confusion. But rushing is not the
solution. Peace in the heart is replaced when panic or rushing enters in.
Peace in the heart is crucial for being able to hear the still small voice
of the Spirit of God.
I just finished helping a friend build a home. One of the friends he had
helping him is Native American. I was able to see this attribute in him.
He worked hard, but he did not rush. He took his time.
Sincerely,
Sterling D. Allan
current facilitator
www.remnantsaints.com
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