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It was a dream portraying 'PRELUDES'; not a nightmare of a pre concluded judgment. Defined as an introductory performance or event, the word PRELUDE speaks volumes. This dream was about 'power grabbers              and politics', but more.

As I recall, I assisted my son in the purchase of his first car which was a PRELUDE. However, I wasn't thinking in terms of introduction, because that    car was indeed the main event. But that's another story, because I don't  really know why The manufacturer so named it. 

Back to my dream which had answers that did not involve a well made small car. In my dream, there were elaborate plans and blue prints drawn up with anticipations, clever and subtle. There wasn't suppose to be a reprieve to raise the heads of compassion, mercy, and restraint.


The experts had dotted every "I" and crossed evert "T", or so the power brokers thought. The would-be losers were deemed laughable and assigned words like archaic, and out of touch. Staples like unity, compromise, common ground, and diplomacy packed their bags and left town. Detente is a powerful word that describes strained relations between opposing nations, but now
that same word was relevant to loss of civility between people within their own communities.  

Things were moving from bad to worse and people in the know were indicating that present events and conditions were PRELUDES of worst things   to come.  In the midst of all the changing, there were prophets of doom and prophets of hope.  Both prophets were surrounded by very dark clouds, but
in the midst of the darkness, there was clearly seen a myriad of rainbows associated with  just one of the prophets.                                                                                                                                                           

I felt peace as that prophet looked straight into my weeping eyes and said, "Not all is lost; there is still hope". I then awaken from my dream and gave thanks to the God of mercy who always seeks to avoid judgment.

092521PSCtest, "P" Contest, New or Old, Constance La France. 3P
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