Composer and Singer: Kishi Bashi
This song is fabulous and I am hook listening to it.
I have tried to discern this song and the first stanza is.
“Who are you? Who am I to you?
I am the antichrist to you
fallen from the sky with grace
into your arms race”
With a Christian background, I can only relate to this as an ongoing struggle relationship with God. Even when I turned my back on God or even when I have broken His teachings, when I fall and stumble, I fall into His arms, a saving grace.
The tricky part is the last word race that I find confusing.
What is your interpretation?
Update: As I was doing the daily meditation via internet, this came up and this speaks to me as part of an interpretation to this song.
“The conflict of the future will be between a God-religion and a State religion, between Christ and
anti-Christ in political disguise.” Archbishop Fulton Sheen (Characters of the Passion)
Every night, before going to bed, I say a little prayer. Prayer consist mostly of thanksgiving. At the end of the prayer, I whisper to God to come and visit me in my dreams.
I say this because of the history on Joseph and his technicolor dreams. Being able to dream like Joseph is one of my dreams.
I love dreaming and I kept a journal of them. Out of curiosity, I studied with a Jungian therapist to help me interpret some of the dreams. It was interesting to learn the texture of a dream.
When talking about dreams, we talked in present tense to bring it to life. What is the colour, the taste, the smell, the feel and the sound? We used our five senses.
These are my dreams for the past two days:
On Sunday, I have to wake myself up. I did not like my dream at all. It feels as if I am dying. Paralyzed or maybe it was sleep paralysis? Who knows? I woke up tired.
On Monday, I had another dream that I want to stay in it longer. But Maurice, the cat, woke me up. I woke up peacefully and I replayed the dream over and over again in my head all day long.
I am standing on the right side of the door and on the left side is sibling # 6. We are outside the door looking in. We are looking at a beautiful room, freshly painted with all shades of colour.
The wall’s background is sky blue. On top of the blue, the design is hard to describe as if it’s painted by an artist. There were green, yellow, orange, pink. These colours are soft and pleasant to look at. It’s a very peaceful room.
A single bed is on the right side covered with lacy white sheet. It’s so inviting that I want to go inside the room and lie on the bed.
Mother is resting on the bed. All I see is her legs from the knee down to her feet. I know it’s her even though I don’t see her face.
Who painted the room? I asked sibling #6.
Sibling # 2 painted the room. She responded.
I stood by the door for the longest time admiring the workmanship of sibling #2. However, she is not in the dream; just me and #6.
What a heavenly dream. My mother died in 2000 and to see her is my dream is wonderful.
“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2