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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

simul-cast with my live journal

 
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Sabriel (The Abhorsen Trilogy)
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so weird dream.

best tell it here because a blog is the best place to post rembleing nonsense thoughts that nobody is going to pay much attention to.

so anyway i fell asleep thinking about the people down at kennt station who seem to think i'm going to hell, and that they seem to think stacy is going there too because she had failed in leading me to the light of jesus, even though according to them one must seek out jesus on ones own, so i did, i went to go talk to jesus, he was playing ping pong but he said he could still listen. he looked like how everyone expects jesus to look, hippie jew with a tan in a white sheet and sandals, his halo was unremarkable in all respects just a simple golden ring hovering slightly behind his head.

"jesus, i dont get it," i said, "you were pretty cool and all you had some good things to say, but like ghandi said your followers arent like you at all," he rolled his eyes at this  as he returend a serve on the pingpong table, he's heard that joke a million times.

"well kate, i really don't care if you're a christian or not, as long as you recoegnise that its better to be a good person than a bad one" he said "and if you don't like the my followeres don't listen to them. you should listen to your gut anyway, if it says you'd like to be a christian by all means do that, but if not thats ok too, people have to find their own path." he said still playing ping pong as he talked to me, the ball was a minature sun and it floated a little as it went back and forth, not like a usual ping pong ball.

"i see, well thanks for the advice" i said, i could see he needed to focus on his game

"anytime"

as i turned to leave i looked to see who he was playing ping pong against, krishna? buddah? no. i turned and saw a brilliant swirl of color and pasley the brilliance of a fractal and a childs finger painting swirled like the nursury of stars, she was holding one ping pong paddle in many possible arms at once, she grinned at me like the blast of a thousand super novas, and returned jesus's serve.

it was Eris Discordia, and she was winning.

i left their game and awoke smileing.

i have no idea what this means.
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