There were no other warriors to be found in this place. I was alone, standing watch.

In a dream on July 29 2018, I was in Jericho, standing on top of a great mound of earth in a graveyard. I looked out, surveying the territory. It was night and the sky was black with only a few stars shining through. The wind touched my face, it was cool and I inhaled deeply.

There were no other warriors to be found in this place. I was alone, standing watch. A part of me trembled as I waited; sometimes the waiting was worse than what would eventually come.… [Continue reading...]