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The Journal of A. Paige White 3:45 am
06/05/2007 06:35 p.m.
3:45
We (Chip and I and a few others) were in this 4 story building. We were putting on a skit as we had done many times before. It had the air of New Orleans street theatre but the audience had followed into this building. We would just be mingling and suddenly it was time and the props were there and we would make an impromptu sitcom. Always wonderful, you knew that much. The laughter,the camaraderie of a participating audience; it was a joy.
Then after a set where I'd had on white boots suddenly I wanted/needed them to be gold, the boots and some sort of leg wraps with tassels, lol. I sprayed them gold, I was sorry because though it was needed in a different scene and beautiful it didn't have the simplistic beauty of white. Anyway...
Where we'd been doing these on the 4th floor, we were now on the 3rd. You could see where the top floor (circular portion) had been moved down and the two bottom floors moved up with a smaller circle cut out in the center and covered with carpet. We did the act and went to remove one (top) layer but it was an ungainly method. For which we had a better removal once it was revealed.
Suddenly we're on the ground floor and all the floors between there and the top dome were gone. We were looking up and there was a discussion of safety in getting to the top, when suddenly this woman, with no effort at all took this older, very small lady in what looked like a toddler's swing seat (lol, just like Logan's little swing seat except white and larger) and hung the swing from a hook and she was whisked up to the top in a flash. The strength that woman had to lift her to the hook was remarkable. I oggled. Still don't know what it meant, and then I get a Daniel study from EPC regarding Nebuchenezzar and his golden idol... it was a wonderful study that brought out far more points than I'd ever realized before. The many different sounds of the music, the impact that had on mishael, azariah and hananiah... just fascinating.
I am currently Bemused
I am listening to m&m machine ;-P
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