{"id":12297,"date":"2017-03-13T13:14:00","date_gmt":"2017-03-13T11:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.auderset.com\/?p=12297"},"modified":"2017-03-13T13:22:50","modified_gmt":"2017-03-13T11:22:50","slug":"le-sentier-entre-les-reves-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.auderset.com\/en\/le-sentier-entre-les-reves-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The path between dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"sentier<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/span>Very early in the morning
\n<\/b>(<\/span>Jasmine, my cartoon character was in a hurry for me to render her in 3D)…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\nIn my dreams…<\/b><\/span>
\nI walked through the slumbering village. Behind half-closed windows, I can see the sleeping inhabitants. I\u2019m touched by this unexpected intimacy. These people are so precious to God and yet they don\u2019t know it… like all of us (including me, sometimes) they beg for a few cents\u2019 worth of affection each day, without realizing they\u2019re sitting on a huge seam of unconditional love\u2026
\nI cautiously wend my way through their dreams until I plunge into a forest as impenetrable as their slumbers.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>The invitation<\/b><\/span>\u00a0<\/b><\/span>
\nAmidst the silence of this secret, awe-inspiring place, I come to talk with my Maker. As usual, I haven\u2019t really thought through what would happen if He granted my requests…if I had, I\u2019d perhaps have had second thoughts about what I asked for (especially this morning!):
\n– Hello God, I\u2019ve a ticket for you to our concert tonight\u2026will you be there<\/span>\u2009<\/span>?
\nSilence.
\n(His silence means something to me…but I\u2019m not sure what exactly.)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\nThat evening<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>The concert<\/b><\/span>
\nFrom the vantage point of the stage, the view over the lakeshore is lovely. My wife gets the audience singing and we\u2019re off! Barely two songs in and the incredible happens. Without warning, a massive lightning strike hits, like a huge camera flashbulb going off, everyone\u2019s shadow is plastered against the ground as a result. Its sudden appearance lights up every cloud with such intensity that we are suddenly all very much aware of the enormous expanse of sky around us (this sky, which is normally so understated). For miles and miles in all directions, everything alive is very much awake now. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>The downpour<\/b><\/span>
\nTorrential rain, almost as dense as the lake itself, tore down on the audience. Unthinking panic took hold and the crowd rushed into the two or three refreshment tents that had been set up. Stuffed to the gills, these cramped premises saw personal spaces invaded in less than a minute in a way that normally is reserved for very close friendships built up over the course of years.<\/p>\n

The show must go on<\/strong><\/span>
\n<\/span>The surprise guest!<\/b><\/span>
\nI may have been a musician on the covered stage (thank goodness there was a roof to shelter under!), but I had no less a feeling of being a mere spectator. That\u2019s when I recognized him\u2026
\nSilence.
\nThe natural world unleashed, this electric atmosphere, this strength\u2026<\/span>He\u2019s here!<\/b><\/span> He who I invited this morning\u2026has come! The Ancient of Days, the maker of the universe, the Creator Himself is at my concert!!! My awareness of my lack of musical talent only makes this visit even more of an honour!<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>Like a child playing with their father<\/b><\/span>
\nI reply to His lightning with a guitar riff which rips through the sky. At this moment in time, I play for Him and Him alone, with all my heart. I leap for joy with all my might (in time to the music too!). The thunder that shakes the ground at the end of the song is the best round of applause I\u2019ve ever received.
\nA strong wind, mixed in with cool raindrops, caresses my face and my clothes billow and flap in the wind.
\nAway in the distance, a hundred balloons rise into the air in one go, creating a magical spectacle in one small part of the sky. Only those on the stage witnessed this last act in a show that was worthy of any fairy tale (ok, ok, the balloon salesman was there as well).<\/p>\n

In the middle of the town square, abandoned by all the \u2018sensible\u2019 people, in the driving rain,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>a woman in a wheelchair was clapping her hands in time with our songs. She was really living life to the full, much more so than all the rest.
\nHer joy was so palpable that I could see her soul through her smile.
\nThere were also two young girls dancing and laughing, absolutely soaked to the skin.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\n<\/span>Crash landing <\/b><\/span>
\nA shower of sparks flew out from the second guitar\u2019s wet amp before giving up the ghost. The sound guy in the tent opposite the stage would normally never give up but he threw his hands up into the air, signalling he was doing just that.
\n\u2013 We heard him say: There\u2019s nothing I can do<\/span>\u200a<\/span>!! There\u2019s nothing I can do<\/span>\u200a<\/span>!!
\nHis voice was drowned out by the music (I didn\u2019t want to stop<\/span>\u200a!<\/span>). By some miracle of technology, sparks continued to fly out of the speakers.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n


\nSee you<\/b><\/span>\u200a<\/b><\/span>!<\/b><\/span>
\nI left an astonished crowd behind me. A strange kind of whirlwind passed through them, but I know that they won\u2019t have been aware of the real significance behind it\u2026 As I left the stage, I nodded to my God, off in the distance. He saw my wink and understood what I meant by it:
\n\u2013 See you tomorrow in the forest<\/span>!<\/span><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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