My Dream: My head is aflame. I know that God has lit the match that set the fire. I know that God...only God...can put out the fire.
I see my nemesis...my rues, my regrets, my remorses...in the flames, taunting me. Sobbing, I fight my nemesis...I lie, I justify, I deny. All the while, my nemesis dances on in the midst of the flames, laughing.
I begin to understand that it is my resistance to my nemesis that gives it the power to dance, to taunt, to laugh. Understanding, I still fight, I still resist...until I finally realize that I am powerless over my own resistance. I collapse in utter defeat.
Instantly, the fire is gone...with lilies of the valley, wholly beautiful, complete including their fragrance, there for me.
I am free.
Thank you.
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