San Daniel - Santiago de Compostela, the Sacrifice

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S ANTIAGO DE COMPOSTELA, THE SACRIFICE

P reviously published under: 1627729844, 9781627729840

S econd edition. November 15, 2021.

C opyright 2021 San Daniel.

W ritten by San Daniel.

Santiago de Compostela, The Sacrifice

I was worried, in earnest more than worried, I was desperate, which covers the concern I felt, just slightly. I was afraid of losing the love of my life, my other half, whom I'd only gotten to know so late in life, when I had first recognized her. The night brought no rest at all my heart reached out, get well, be better. I would like to do anything, I would like to do anything, take me and spare my love. In deadly fatigue, I tumbled backward over my heels in a deep sleep and the universe filled my head with a dream.

S ometimes a dream reaches out to you and then you have to pay heed.

W hile I was dreaming I felt that this was no ordinary dream, I was touched by a cue and I had to be very alert, sharp and alert, I was in touch with the force of life itself translating images to me. I cannot put it any differently. Catching magical images, I looked at myself in the dream and I felt pity for myself, I saw myself from a distance and I woke up. Not really awake but still drowsy. Next to me my love lay in the sleep of the innocent and I now felt myself sliding away quietly again into oblivion. I looked at myself again from a distance and suddenly I was in the dream. The dream continued as if a pause button had been pressed for a moment. I was very calm and walked to a temple with my loved one. Not quite a church, but you knew it was a place of worship just by approaching. It was very large and spacious inside. There were no benches placed in it. The images were sharp and detailed and they were etched into my soul. Now after 2 years, the images are still as vivid as at that time.

I awoke again, the barking of one of my dogs in the yard had caused me to do so. It was still night, the illuminated clock indicated 3 o'clock. The images did not fade however, my love moved a bit. I pulled the blanket around me a little and expected more or less what would happen when I surrendered again to the sleep that was so numbing me. I was in the temple again, I saw my love but she was no longer next to me, we looked around ourselves, then my love disappeared, in any case I did not see her anymore and I felt alone and my heart fell into an abyss . I saw myself from a distance again in the temple. A deep realization filled me: " we are only lent to each other " A bank floated into view while a strange hym in foreign tongue was being sung. You didn't see the singers, there were no speakers, the vocals were just there. The sofa floated past and "landed" to my left. Three men sat on it. I woke up again.

I knew that image, I was trying to place the image that I had just seen, and what did it mean, those three men on a bench, in a temple, that landed next to me. Yalta ! The Yalta conference with Churchill, Eisenhouwer and Stalin where a new alliance was made between the then world leaders, and suddenly it became clear to me, a picture that is in every history booklet had been used to convey a deeper symbolic meaning to me. It was time in my life for a new covenant, a new beginning. I realized that my ratio had not been turned off when I fell back to sleep and I was not surprised that the images continued, I also knew that I had solved this bit of the puzzle. I had been touched and it was time for a new covenant, it was time to come to terms with myself, with my love and everything around me. It was sacred knowledge.

T he night seemed endless and waking up from time to time, I mused about what I saw and what the next puzzle piece was, I was walking with great sadness down a road alone and I had to reach a goal and I missed my family so much, but I could not turn back, I had passed that stage.. I had a backpack and a stick in my hand and I was walking with difficulty : a text came into my head from Led Zeppelin, a text called (no quarter) from their lp Houses of the Holy.

T he snow falls hard and don't you know

the winds of Thor are blowing cold

They are wearing steel that is bright and true

They carry news that must get through to build a dream for me and you T

hey choose the path where no one goes

They ask no quarter.

N o quarter meant in wartime, don't take prisoners, slaughter them, show no mercy, quarter here means shelter or shelter

W alking side by side with death

the devil mocks their every step

the snow drives back the foot thats slow

the winds of Thor are blowing cold

oh no quarter, the pain without quarter ..

W alking was getting hard for me now and my right foot started to drag, I felt like I was being slowed down by thicker air around my feet and I leaned on the stick with two hands per step. I had a problem and I knew it .. I had the foot that was slow and I was walking side by side with death. I was tired but not afraid and I started to sing and I fell forward on the path and woke up.

I t was still 3 o'clock . When I fell asleep again I just got up from the path and my heart cried out and an intense happiness filled me. I had soil between my fingers from where I had fallen and knew that I had to take some of the soil with me and I thought I hope the wine tube is not broken. I knew I had a wine flask that was to serve as an offering. A text from my student days bubbled up from Rheinvis Feith: The tomb .

A scanty jaw in which only worms will play . I was in my bed it was still 3am and I was tired. I quietly slipped out of bed so as not to wake my love and went into the kitchen to prepare a mug of tea. I had a lot to deal with and after a second mug I knew what the fragments meant to me, I had placed the pieces together and I was afraid because I knew what was expected of me and I had made my decision. My mind was ready to follow the path where no one goes . I gently walked back to the bedroom and moved very slowly next to my love. I hardly dared to look at the clock, I half expected that it would still be 3 o'clock.