Dream of Garments

Dream of Garments

We flew over Bethlehem and from the air I could sense the deep hatred and murderous spirits of many Muslims there. At the same time spirits of disappointment and indifference settled among those who were tired of hating for no understandable reason. Springs of light popped up like pins on a map as we watched the rising tide of those who had found the truth of Messiah and were beginning to embrace the Jewish people. An air of explosiveness lingered as we landed in front of a seamstress’s home where “Q” picked up 7 garments for $14 that she had custom-made. The beautifully patterned clothes were pink, spring green and white. I chose to order the same thing, so they took my measurements and began to prepare similar garments. These were to be worn in Jordan. One more person was waiting in line to pick up her garments but I couldn’t see who it was.

Then I saw a silhouette of my son’s face engraved on an ancient Roman coin and suddenly concentric circles were drawn on the coin, making it look like a target. And I woke up praying for him.

Then I drifted off to sleep and watched a large ship carrying the material for our garments from across the sea. This was special fabric which couldn’t be torn apart when sown together. Another color appeared in the beautiful floral pattern – turquoise. Then I saw the colors merge underground into our skin. They became hidden by the fabric that the world could see which was mostly the colors of the land – beige, blue and autumn colors.

And I saw Q’s MBB husband bringing up the rear guard, tying the fabric together to form a chain of communication because his assignment with “D” in Oslo was inextricably linked to this PAJ.

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