Walking With Wolves at the End of Time

 So I had this dream where I was goofing off at my house (the dreamscape remember) with of all people, Peyton Manning. We were tossing the football about and I tossed it outside. It was cold and dark and I had to go get it, where I suddenly ran into...wolves. A Pack of coal-black wolves surrounded me and in the dream, I was naturally afraid. (Who wouldn't be, right?) the four approached from the right, while the one on my left eased in...nipping ever so closer...causing me to take my eyes off the splintered, ever-closing four. And then suddenly, I lie awake. I fancy myself as somewhat of a reader of the tea leaves if you will, a dreamancer if you fancy. I can tell a person what their dreams mean, including my own in most cases. Sometimes, it takes days at a time to decipher, but this time I immediately knew what it meant: The wolves represented time. They were timewolves. Predators that fed on time. They were telling me that I should avoid them at all costs. Time is that underrated, invaluable resource that we treat as if we have an endless well of but only THE LORD HIMSELF knows the GOD clock on each of us. It's our Chart of Fate, our finite spins around the sun that we can accelerate or decelerate if we choose or choose not to ignore. GOD always ALWAYS gives us a warning sign before the clock strikes, for a great deal of us. Some of us, a great deal of us live on borrowed time, at the hands of chance at the whim of fate. But if GOD speaks, no screams at you, you best listen. (Shout out to Michael K. Williams, another great one gone too soon. No more hands of sand, but everlasting in our hearts and minds for sure. Rest well, King Thespian. Your art will live on forever.) I'm listening. Loud and clear. GOD again spoke today and let me get pissed off at my job. It's not the incompetency of the company by any means, It's my own ineptitude and blissful ignorance of time that matters. I heard both messages and I am nOT awaiting a third, for when GOD speaks in threes, things tend to end or begin and know HE is tired of speaking to HIS child. So I'm writing and working, working and writing with purpose. I started grinding at the job and will go deep in from now on so that the momentum will carry over to the writing. And I will be a careful stuart of the grains that remain. The dream even helped to produce this: A writing idea. Keep posted to this forum for more details. And as always, thank you for reading and remember: Time is finite...and the clock, ever it ticks until it ticks no more.

Chay 2021