I went down a rabbit hole this morning on the word "discernment." I watched two YouTube videos on it. Apparently, God talks to us in dreams. I don't know about all that, but maybe.
I'm at a long table made of wood, kind of dark, possibly stained. It looks natural. I see the knots and lines. There are small, fake plants in white pots. There is this grand TV screen with pictures of water, boats, Rocks (why did I capitalize that?).
River rocks. The dream from the podcast I was listening to yesterday. She collected river rocks, I'm imagining dark and smooth, flat. She placed one on each desk as a touchstone to the natural world. Then, she feared that the building would collapse (these were desks on the top floor of a skyscraper). This was her dream just before 9/11.
Wow, right?
I find dreams so interesting. I also love the Fleetwood Mac song. Album? No, Rumors. Rumours? I guess it depends.
Anyway, discernment. My dream. "The ability to judge well." In spiritual contexts is what I'm interested in. "Perception in the absence of judgment with a view to obtaining spiritual guidance and understanding."
There's a lot to be said about discernment. I wonder why I dreamed that specific word? It was so prominent. The girl had a look of discernment. That part doesn't make sense to me. I would have described it as a look of peace, contentment. How does one display a look of discernment?
Later, I was listening to another podcast and I learned that as a procrastinator, my iconic identity is the Sage and discernment is my superpower. Way to go, subconscious. I don't really follow, but perhaps more will be revealed. Perhaps.
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