Saviour of the World: Abba Father
by Margaret NewmeliPublish: Apr 03, 2021Christian Nonfiction Religion & SpiritualityBook Overview
I once had a dream where my brothers and I saw a cartoon, which was the consummate of every cartoon I’d ever seen. It was total bliss. The setting was like a bright village; it was something between Naruto and Avatar. The script wasn’t traditional and there was no fighting. And it was so good. I remember we didn’t watch it home. It seemed we were spying through a window in a quarter where there was sand all over and it was dry. That’s how we watched it.When I woke up, I tried to remember the script because I sure had a world-shattering idea there if I could write what I saw. In the dream, I knew the story, but I tried to recall it in the waking state yet nothing. All I had was the sensation of having watched something out of this world. I told the dream to my brothers and they marveled.
I have started writing Other Dimensions. The stories are more fantasy than Another Dimension. I am stuck now and there are chapters I began, which I can’t finish. The idea is fantastic; eight different stories with one theme. The Elites of the Supreme Fighter go two by two to the obscure worlds to get the Mex for their master and each pair live a magical moment with the people they encounter in the obscure worlds, which world itself is a mystery. I have finished four of the stories, but I can’t get to finish the other four.
I am mesmerized each time I take the chapters and begin reading the story to get the inspiration for the continuation. However, when I get to where I stopped, I can’t continue. I’m the first who want to know the continuation and end of the stories, but I’m stuck. I can’t get myself to writing it. And sometimes when I read the stories, I feel there are items of what I saw in the dream cartoon in them. Yet it is not it because what I saw was pure delight.
When I woke up on Friday April 20 after the dream, I thought this: The Lord is the song that I sing. I felt my divinity, I felt I was on top of the world, I felt life was beyond what we see and do in the waking state. I felt I was eternal and nothing could hinder me for I am a celestial being. I was so confident and assured I looked down on every circumstance because they were nothing compared to the song I heard in the dream.
The Lord is the song that I sing. A day before or so, I went to the balcony and I didn’t want to sing. I always sing every time I go to the balcony. Now there was no new song to sing. I didn’t feel like singing the old. There is Adoration, which I also got in a dream, my latest song. But I didn’t put the lyrics so I couldn’t sing it accurately. I love singing but it’s always the Lord’s song I sing. Other songs don’t interest me that I should sing them. Even when I felt like I had strayed from the Lord, I couldn’t help singing Him when I get to sing. That was strange to me because I felt I didn’t behave as he wanted yet I love singing and I can’t sing any song except the Lord.
And so I will find myself worshipping and lifting up hands in singing. It has always been like this since childhood. What is the Lord to me: He is the one that I sing for there is no song I can sing and be transported if not the Lord. So that is what He is to me. Of course, He’s much more; He is my father, my savior, my comforter. He’s the Almighty, the Lord, Sovereign over all; He is Christ the All in All, creator of the world, the resurrection and life, and is past-finding. However, if I have to speak about my communion with him, the place I see him, I love him to the fullest, it is when I sing Him.
It’s incredible how I haven’t released these songs yet. They’re so lovely and I believe people are going to be beatified on listening to them, just as they will on reading Another Dimension. When I got discouraged sometimes, I used to say to myself maybe those songs were not meant that I should release them or for people to hear. Maybe they were meant for me alone for truly I have sung them and enjoyed them completely and blessed the Lord while singing.
