tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18902745.post7921056548101150495..comments2024-03-24T15:19:06.377-04:00Comments on The Continuum: AwakeningFr. Robert Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05892141425033196616noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18902745.post-46598274203382605602007-05-21T23:24:00.000-04:002007-05-21T23:24:00.000-04:00Father, this phenomena could also be a symptom of ...Father, this phenomena could also be a symptom of sleep apnia. I think this piece is spiritually insightful, but please see a physician, in case there is a sleep disorder. Not to alarm you, just learned about this myself, through my daughter.Alice C. Linsleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13069827354696169270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18902745.post-38203574043865654232007-05-21T02:26:00.000-04:002007-05-21T02:26:00.000-04:00It's an interesting phenomenon that I've suffered ...It's an interesting phenomenon that I've suffered on many occasion. It's called sleep paralysis and apparently is responsible for the myth of the "Old Hag" and the incubus/succubus. <BR/><BR/>However, as you say Father, it presents us with an interesting take on how we are reacting to the call of Christ. <BR/><BR/>I recently <A HREF="http://warwickensis.blogspot.com/2007/02/somnambulism-in-city.html" REL="nofollow">preached</A> on this subject. Are we sleepwalking through life?Warwickensishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01310450226153796760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18902745.post-86719391677804965042007-05-20T21:48:00.000-04:002007-05-20T21:48:00.000-04:00You're not alone, Father.In the 'eighties my Pente...You're not alone, Father.<BR/><BR/>In the 'eighties my Pentecostal denomination sent me to pastor a little church in Rochester. I had to make my own living in a shoe factory. For about two weeks it was about like this daily:<BR/><BR/>I would (in my dream) wake up, dress, sit down for breakfast and ... wake up, dress, sit down for breakfast, go out and start my car, and ... wake up, dress, sit down for breakfast, go out and drive my car almost to work, and ... You get the idea. I would finally really wake up, but spend the day half expecting to wake up yet again and continue the cycle.<BR/><BR/>Once, some years and four residences later, after my wife had died, it began again. I awoke in that same room, got up for breakfast, woke up again, and, instead of continuing sat up in the right bed, shouting, "NO!". I got up trembling and sweating that time.<BR/><BR/>The rest of your remarks certainly relate to my experience and feelings.<BR/><BR/>edpoetreaderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11613032927883843078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18902745.post-68489309944117777862007-05-20T18:16:00.000-04:002007-05-20T18:16:00.000-04:00'The cobs are coming!' he said. 'They didn't belie...'The cobs are coming!' he said. 'They didn't believe a word I told them! The cobs'll be carrying off the princess from under their stupid noses! But they shan't! that they shan't!'<BR/><BR/>He jumped up, as he thought, and began to dress, but, to his dismay, found that he was still lying in bed.<BR/><BR/>'Now then, I will!' he said. 'Here goes! I am up now!'<BR/><BR/>But yet again he found himself snug in bed. Twenty times he tried, and twenty times he failed; for in fact he was not awake, only dreaming that he was.<BR/><BR/>-George MacDonald, The Princess and the GoblinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com