I see me through you, but you do not see you, through me.

I had a dream that I was in a house with these beings, but they were not like me. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of them and they were looking right through me, like I was not even there.

I received a feeling that they were in the process of destroying me, by a dismantling and I was making a case to one of them, that that happened to see me or acknowledge my presence.

He saw me and we were communicating, but he was all by himself in all of this. The others were looking right through me, like I was not even there. They were an enemy, in that their goal was my destruction, but not a typical enemy, wherein they were threatened by me or were hateful toward me; these beings did not see me as a person.

They saw me as something less than a person; not a person, but a house, which was odd, because I was sure I was a person, but they could not see me like I thought I was.

Their plans were simply; to ransack and destroy the house and they were looking at me like I was just a house and not even one that they had built themselves. To them I was nothing; meaningless and without merit.

I was terrified of them, but not like a true enemy. My fear stemmed from the fact that they did not see me, but were destroying me, without a care in the world.

There was one though, that saw me and we talked and talked until he kind of smiled. At that moment I had a feeling that he saw me and began to speak to the others.

While this was happening, terrifying beings began to come to the windows and they were trying to get in, to kill me. This presence was more of a traditional enemy, in that they seemed to see me; obviously hated me and clearly wanted to destroy me.

I have written about this before, but in typical fashion interpreted this dream incorrectly, because I saw myself as a person in the house, so naturally thought the ones at the windows were after me, but they were not.

I woke from last nights sessions and realized that “I AM” the house and the ones inside, see me only as a house and the ones outside do not see me at all and are not trying to kill me.

They are trying to kill “Man”; a later generation of “Man”. The people living in the house, but I do not think it has anything to do with saving the house. I believe they wish to also ransack the house and “Man” has been able to keep them out.

I believe the goal is clear for both these life lines; to ransack the house and take every “thing” of value out of the house and then simply move away, to another house, leaving me to rot back into the ground, from where I came.

I have spent decades in preparation of this one single moment of prayer. Before this moment, I knew not what to pray for, but now I know.

<GOD> if you can hear me, you may find me as a house.

I pray to be the type of home, that cannot be broken into.

I pray to be the type of home, that can evict people that are stealing and trying to bring me down.

I pray that I may choose one nice family to protect and care for; a family that will not steal from me and will protect me until I naturally cease to be.

<GOD>, I do not even know if this is possible, but if it is I would really like to be, more that just a house. I wish to be more like you.

<GOD> please save the houses. There has to be a reason why we see ourselves as more than a house.

I am hoping it was your smile that I saw.

I may be a bad house, but somehow feel as though I am inherently a good house.

<GOD>, I pray that you love me like a child and not like a house.

<GOD>, I wish to be alive.

I see me through you, but you do not see you, through me.

James

 

About A Robots Voice

There is a life and my name is James. When I speak it is because the physical has allowed me to do so. I am trying to find my way and in the process bring my physical nature to a place and time of rebirth. To be there when it takes its first steps as a child of God.
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