Vision: Eagles and the Game Plan

 

Vision: Eagles and the Game Plan

6th February 2014

 

I saw a tall building. It had a large elevated driveway. The interiors and exteriors, driveways et al of this building were covered in colorful bathroom tiles. Nations around the world had contributed bathroom tiles in the construction of this building.

On the grounds, the floors and the walls, inner and outer, were inscribed board games such as chess, snakes and ladders, western games, eastern games, and international versions of the same games. On the higher floors were vast spaces for ball games. I saw baskets, nets, and all such sports equipment.  All outdoors games were played indoors.  The top-most floors housed areas for wrestling, boxing, fencing etc. The terrace was for speed car racing and games played with vehicles. In the centre of the terrace was a giant pillar upon which rested a rotating room. Housed here were those who played mind games with peoples and nations.

There were separate routes for religious games that finally amalgamated on one broad pathway.

There were terms and conditions upon which one could enter this building and it’s surrounding property. All who entered this building had to be game players. Winners of games on the ground floor advanced to the next sport, but to proceed to the higher floors one final secret condition had to be fulfilled by the players. The stakes were higher on the upper floors.

Those who repeatedly failed at the basic games, or refused to fulfill the secret condition, were flung out of small narrow slits in the wall which looked like windows common to public toilets.

Multitudes formed perennial queues outside. They yearned to be permanent resident players in the building. Some thought to go in and tolerate what they could of it and change whatever games system they could, to make it more equitable and profitable for all.

Circling this building on the outside were low-flying eagles.

These eagles had been named café eagles, as they loitered in cafes hoping to be noticed. To draw attention to themselves, they began reading the future from tea leaves, shadows, cracks in pavements, shape of cuticles, body art, graffiti on public walls. They could prognosticate everything, from anything.

These café eagles knew that they had better vision than all the non-eagle populace, but rather than put it to the use for which it was designed, they applied it to analyze threadbare, the frivolous and the ridiculous. From such bizarre analysis they predicted the future.

Every café eagle had this in common. All had left home before time, all were drop-outs, and all had not yielded to the basic eagle-discipline required of them.

They were older now, but not wiser. These café eagles still pranced around like they were in their early teens. They were as impetuous now as in the days of their first rebellion. Their immaturity was obvious.

The café eagles were now eyeing this bizarre looking tall building. They discussed with the gullible customers who gathered around their table, their seven- point plan to take over this building for the Lord, one floor at a time. “Some of our brave brethren have gone in, and not returned. This clearly means they are taking over parts of the building, we must go in and help them”.

Suddenly, they heard a series of thuds.