#031 | Judgement Time – Enter the House

While praying this afternoon, I saw myself standing outside a big, beautiful house/building. I can’t remember now if it was white or cream in colour. All I know is that it looked like something that was owned by someone influential. The front of the house, where I was, faced the busy road.

Standing out there, I was trying to have a conversation through the window with someone who was sitting not too far from it—a man. From the look of the arrangement of the room where this man was staying, it would seem he was like a receptionist. By the way, the window was a little bit high, and I don’t know how I was even able to see into the room from where I was standing; except—maybe—that there was some distance between me and the house.

Also, the building was remarkably elevated, such that to enter into it, one would have to climb an elevated surface (not a staircase, but a concrete inclined surface, commonly seen around).

I saw that from below the place where the window was, there were three huge pipes leading out to the main road, which I was backing. At this time I had not turned to look at the road and did not know what it looked like.

Though I did not initially notice this, the huge pipe in the middle was pointing directly at me. The other two pipes (the first and the third) had quite a lot of sullage (dirty and greenish) coming out of them, but at low velocity. Because of how slow the sullage was flowing, I did not notice on time that it was quite copious, and that it was beginning to boil—if it wasn’t already boiling—like it was larva.

It was now I noticed that I was standing in front of this pipe, and strangely it looked much closer to me. An ominous feeling suddenly came over me. I knew something bad was about to happen to me. Then I heard the man’s voice shout to me:

“ENTER THE HOUSE!”

But it was almost too late. Gosh!

There was a sudden gush of this hot, disgusting, larva-like sullage out of the middle pipe towards me. In split seconds I jolted and tried dodging the projectile that was heading directly for my head. It still brushed off my scalp and the top of my cranium, my brains were now unclad.

I did not seem to feel any pain or even care about my brain dangling freely, as I rushed across the inclined pavement into the veranda. I had so much peace by just being there, standing in front of the metallic brown door that would actually lead into the house. I would have been burnt into oblivion.

The man in the house, dressed very simply in a very white T-shirt, a pair of black trousers, and a pair of black leather slips, came to the door. He opened it and looked at me with pity and love (you could see it in his eyes), hoping I had not been injured beyond remedy. There was also anger mixed in, but it was more like:

“Why would you want to get yourself killed!”

I realized he was the owner of the house. But why dress so simply? Why appear like a common receptionist? I mean, you could have easily written him off as the househelp or janitor. Somehow, I had the impression of him being my father, though he looked too young to be it.

From the veranda, I looked for the first time towards the road. Everything was being burnt up by the fervent heat of the larva. The once gentle flowing larva from the first and third pipes had now joined with the larva flowing from the second one in the middle.

It was violent! ZEALOUS.

It seemed the burst from the 2nd pipe had given velocity to the already flowing two streams, and they newly formed a unitary pool of this sullage moving with velocity. It flowed far into all the land—far as my eyes could reach—and was sweeping away all things. It was like only the palace from which this sullage had originated was going to be left standing.

21st July, 2021
Bro. S.E.
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