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Creative Visions
Against the sky whole trees were bursting forth whatever this was, magnetism, life, and there was a background field of it too that moved right through…In the shade a bush was busy with small points of light no bigger than moths shaped like a vortex, that swooped up to a specific place on the bush, busied around as if tending it in some way and then swooshed off. There were perhaps twenty at a time coming and going like the action at a beehive.
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…I’d only had one vision in my life and that was when I was a child. think I was seven or eight when out of nowhere, down at the end of my vegetable patch where I had a fort…there was a rotting stump and overlaid on it was a softly shimmering highly detailed vision, a presence really of Saul on his throne and David sitting on the ground beside him.
Even then I would have thought that it was an imagining from my storybook except that it was markedly different…I knew a kind of all over sexual feeling or to put it another way, I knew what flirting was and that it didn’t go on openly in church. In fact there was none of this kind of zest in church, church was about getting a Lofty drag going, the word “joy” said on a falling dying cadence as if to suggest loss or leave taking.
Saul looked forbidding, grumpy, but David….. I remember his skin, the skin of his bare arms almost golden and with a sheen…
