#256 | The Bondservants & The Battle of Words

2 weeks ago

in GAM Watchmen

Reading Time: 4 mins read

While we were praying, I saw a long table. Everyone in the hall was standing on one side of it, and I had the impression that we were 103 in number.

Then a long, wide scroll was unrolled. It was almost the same size as the table, but not quite, and it covered the length of the table. I saw that it had writings on it, but the writings were very faint. It looked like a document, like an agreement or a complaint, but I could not see the specifics of what was written. I only noticed that at the top of the document was written:

“Bond servant.”

Everyone was expected to sign the agreement. The way to sign was to stamp the document with a hand stamp. When I asked why it was not a normal thumbprint, as would usually be done, the response was that a thumbprint was too small. It was not enough to show full commitment. It had to be the whole hand.

Then I saw the stamp pad. It was a colorless, jelly-like substance. When a person placed their hand in it and then stamped it on the paper, it would take on a color. Before stamping, you could not tell what color it would be. Different people had different colors on their stamp; red, blue, pink, black, and others. It was not random; there were classifications. Some people were red, some were blue, some were brown, and so on.

After stamping, you were expected to use the hand stamp as support to vault over the table to the other side. Some people used one hand and jumped over. Others used two hands. No one was allowed to walk around the table; you had to jump over it.

I did my own hand stamp, vaulted over to the other side, and then realized that not everybody made it. In fact, I heard that only about 30 – 40 people crossed over out of the 103.

On the other side, I saw that the table had shelves, like drawers, assigned to each person. There were names on them. I realized that some drawers were unoccupied because their owners did not make the choice to cross over.

The instruction was this: if there was an empty, unclaimed drawer beside you, you were to open it and take what was inside; take your own, and also take the one beside you.

When I opened the drawer to my right and took out what was inside, I saw tools: hammers, chisels, and different pieces of metal equipment.

Then those who had crossed over the table were ushered out of that space. There was a sense of resigned disappointment from the one who had invited us. It felt like:

“I would have preferred if all of you jumped, but since not everyone did, their resources will not be wasted.”

It almost felt worse because there was no violence or compulsion. Everything was voluntary. If someone chose not to jump, that was simply it.

Those who made the choice and received the tools were ushered out of the hall. We came into an open space overlooking a valley, and there was warfare going on in the valley.

The enemies had dark skin almost the color of charcoal. Some of them were riding large animals that looked like rhinos, but much bigger, with horns on their noses. Others were in the form of flying creatures, while some others were on foot, using clubs to fight.

On the other side of the battle were those who seemed like the “good side.” They were running in from different places, not necessarily as a single group. They appeared to be independent parties. I assumed they had heard there was a battle going on and that there would be profit and gain at the end, so they came hoping to get something for themselves. It was like a free-for-all tournament.

Unfortunately, they came without armor, shields, or weapons, and they were being defeated. The enemy’s strategy was to knock people down. Once someone hit the ground, they were out of the battle. They became paralyzed and could not stand up again. So those who came without armor were easily defeated.

Then the rest of us, who had come out of the hall, were led down into the battle. We were called: