So where do we stand brothers in this struggle? We sleep at night and
dream a vivid dream of this world in which we suffer and laugh, gain
and lose, but from which we ultimately awake marvelling at the reality
of what was but in the end naught but a feverous drama.
We may dream a meaningless pottage of nothingness, a joyful,
temporary rest from life’s struggle, or even a warning from above about
the course of our lives below as I dreamed some days ago in a magical
afterworld wherein I was taken into purgatory.
Taken for the sin of worrying too much for, and placing too much of
my consciousness into, the fight for the people of this world and my
white race in particular, against the mighty foe of Satan who’s Lordship
dominates it, and becoming too angry and too vengeful and too
vindictive against the enemy for the good of my soul, while all the time
gradually forgetting to cast the gaze of my mind and soul higher, to
look toward heaven and the pull of the light of God and my greater
destiny.
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