The Issue of Dreams Part 2

Hello my spiritual friend,

As we conclude this particular work, may I say that I trust you have thus far, through this
first segment of the year, have begun to see and use the connective thread, by whereby you
may begin to connect these various writings, which are set before you , served up as though
at a smorgasbord.

When humanity stood on the lowest rung of their human achievement, what was only an
ordinary thing seemed high and hard, at such times their visions have been lowly, even
despicable things. At other times, their visions have been as startling as a joyous shout of
courage thundering out of clouds of desperate battle. They have been daring, reckless,
superhuman things.

In other words, the stuff of man's dreams has always been furnished by the far horizons of
humanity. Behind every human life, there has been at least the ghost of that wild, reckless
dream that goes as far as dreams can go, even to God Himself. Sometimes it was a tortured,
twisted dream, a kind of nightmare, which revolved around the mad notion that men could
become God. Sometimes it was a disappointing, shrunken thing, as though the dream had
squeezed itself through too narrow an aperture to reality, a distorted thing that revolved
around the absurd conceit that somehow we were gods because the human level was the peak
of reality. Much more persistently, the dream has been that dream of dreams centering on
God dwelling amongst us, being like to us but still God. It made God homely, familiar, and
tangible. It made Him man, but, because He still remained God, that dream was powerful
enough to uproot the staid mediocrity of men left on their own level.

A dreamless world

As long as there was left to them the far human horizons, men dreamed dreams and saw
visions; robbed of these horizons, the magic stuff of dreams was gone. It is the shame of our
time to have shortened the horizons of man, step by step, until now he is blind for want of
something to see. By removing God and heaven from his heart and mind, our time has made
it impossible to look up. Man might have been left to stare along the monotonous level of his
own humanity, even though his eyes, whatever direction they took, would always end up
short staring at the gray walls of nature. However, that was allowing too much of the stuff of
dreams. His very nature was denied; he was denied the right not only to look up but even to
look along the distinctive horizon of his own humanity.

He was only allowed to look down, to search, nauseated, the depths from which he allegedly
came to find there some reason to sustain his self-respect. Of course, the visions of the
children's tales were forbidden childish eyes; after all, we had found psychological horrors in
the guileless wanderings of Alice in Wonderland and reduced all dreams to sex.

This blind man's world would be too stolid, too brutal, too animal for men to bear; but it is
hard to keep men blind since, do what we will, men remain men with all that divine
dissatisfaction and reckless reaching of the human heart. We have tried to make the inspiring
glimpse of a vision impossible, we have attacked the inclination to dream, have driven it out
and in its place planted a horror of the visions that might have led men on; but we have
forgotten that men will dream, must dream, or they will die. They will become sick of the
revolting depths, uncertain of the limited lives ascribed to them, and they will either despair
or, in spite of arguments to the contrary, they will dream.

Today, I as you to ponder where you were in no particular place in time, just randomly
peruse and then decide where you are to begin and stop at where you are; then disaggregate.

What you find is for you to ponder and the Holy Spirit to reveal, I can only say that what it
is, is quite important!

Peace,

Bro Smith SGS