In the nineth consecutive dream, the Rabbi of the Wall in the Old City of Jerusalem was frightened still by disturbing vivid images of what seems to be a threat of truly celestial in character.
At first, it came to him as a roaring voice coming from the vast horizon. It was during nightfall, it was certain to him, but despite the quiet and silence of the solitude, he was absolutely sure that he was able to hear the loud thunder and saw with great clarity the sharpest lightning that seperated the clouds from the heavens, allowing the mysterious voice to subdue the wonders of nature into the worst substantive repudiation of threat, alarm, and magnified intimidation.
Of course, the angry voice was loud enough to be deafening from where he was standing; it was speaking from the perspective of wailing, lamentations, and all the other notes that were left from the Western Wall. It was also (simultaneously) talking about the holy Cross offered in prayer, the triumphant glory of the Resurrection and the sophisticated dedication of Altars and Sanctuaries, as well as the dignity of the Dome and the sacredness of the rock and other objects of reverence similar in importance to the three fundamental Abrahamic religions.
Clearly, the voice was referring to the place of the Temple Mount, the holiest place in the three Faiths inspired by the covenant of God to the unqualified faith of father Abraham. It is a place of divine convergence that takes its sanctity from all things sacred and celestial in character.
But the entire message of the voice was too unintelligible to be immediately grasped by the limitations of his hearing, but he could definitely feel within, and from the deepness of his heart, that this mystical voice was relaying to him a distinct form of righteous anger to those who could hear the presence of the impending wrath. As the Rabbi of the Western Wall struggled to stand and keep his balance, the fragility of his old age keeps failing his mind and his immediate comprehension.
Suddenly, he felt a strange feeling of fear and vulnerability that any other human being could feel from this divine presence.
Then, there was a long and errie silence. The dream seems to be over, but the other threats persisted. And then, everything became dark and sinister.
The Rabbi of the Western Wall suddenly woke up. The dream was supposed to be a beautiful message from high above, but it has transformed itself into an unwelcomed and perilous nightmare. Obviously, the message was originally meant as a certain form of revealed prophecy. Yet, the substance abruptly changes into something dark, breaking away from the motives of anything celestial in form.
But what kind of dream was this, if not a prophecy? Who could interpret it? At this moment, he was most certain that there will be a bad thing that will happen indefinitely, and the threat was meant to be contained by a scroll that is in need of a competent Reader. How he was so sure of this intuitive conclusion, he wasn't fully aware.
But the Rabbi knows that he was being pointed into the direction of something important, and it was in this dream that the Most High is telling the competence of his will to heed the warnings and to deliver it unto the general cognizance of humanity, and by proximate extension, the Chief Rabbinate of Israel.
Could it be really happening now?
Is it true that the world is gradually coming to an end? Everything that he was able to hear from the startling headlines was starting to make sense. In all the nine dreams he was able to endure so far, all of the relevant circumstances are starting to hold a concrete meaning, and it was undoubtedly corroborating with all the worries and articulation of the literarure of the Christian faith.
Judaism, like all other forms of Faith, was being called to recognize the sign of the times, too.
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