The Imagination


If you have read a novel to the very end and you experienced flowing motion pictures as the words described what you were reading, then you have a pretty well developed imagination.

However this stage is what is called PASSIVE IMAGINATION – when you imagine what others want you to imagine through their words.

However as children most of us had fantasies or dreams of becoming doctors, engineers and so forth and those dreams or fantasies usually translated to moving pictures in our mind’s eye.

This is referred to as ACTIVE IMAGINATION – when you imagine what you want to imagine for yourself.

But both active and passive imagination is not the full scope of the ability to imagine. We must move beyond that and enter the realm of CONSTRUCTIVE IMAGINATION – where we use our imagination constructively to do such things as plan the details of every single day, reform behavioural patterns, create ideas and concepts, and so forth.

For instance, you may have had cause to dwell or brood on something someone did to hurt you and then your mind begins to imagine the various kinds of responses you will give the person when you finally meet…perhaps a few harsh words…perhaps even a dirty slap!

You see you are REHEARSING in your imagination the pattern your behaviour will take towards that person when you eventually meet him or her. This is DESTRUCTIVE IMAGINATION.

But if destructive imagination can be used in this manner, then so can constructive imagination.

You see, REHEARSING leads to REINFORCEMENT which in turn leads to REALITY.

We all shape our behavioural patterns and thought patterns by what we rehearse in our imagination!

I will be back tomorrow with more!

Do you think in pictures or words?

Most people think both ways. I once ran a survey and out of 50 friends only 36 responded. 20 out of the 36 thought first in words and then augmented words with pictures while the other 16 thought first in pictures and then translated pictures into words.

Yes we certainly have both verbal and visual thinkers and learners and both visual and verbal thinking play a role in understanding things.

However when you read a novel most people will agree that the novel seems to transmute its words automatically into pictures!

But there is a whole lot more than just pictures going on in a novel, for your emotions come into play…there is tension…suspense…heartbreak…grief…relief…disappointment…all of which the reader experiences in various degrees according to the level to which they have developed their imaginative powers; and that’s exactly what my next post will be about – the Imagination!

The Origin of Dunamis! (From the Chronicles of Dunamis)

It had been nearly three years since Dele rescued his friend Olu from being critically injured in his eye by a couple of bullies. Ever since then, there had been no incident that called for the use of extraordinary strength or speed.

In fact, Dele had quite forgotten about the incident in which the Holy Spirit had used his muscles and reflexes to save Olu from an injury that could have blinded him in the eye.

As he lay awake in the middle of the night, he pondered upon the dream he had just had. It brought back memories of how he had saved Olu three years ago…or rather, how the Holy Spirit had used him to save Olu.

The dream confused him because he had woken up panting from a dream where he had actually been running across rooftops. He had read a few comics about self styled super heroes but he had found them to be childish. He was not given to reading and they certainly didn’t have a TV in their little home.

There had been a few times when his mother had permitted him to go with Olu to watch TV across the road at a friendly neighbour’s house. It was there that he had seen Spider Man and the X-Men. The other kids seemed thrilled by them, but perhaps since he hadn’t been trained in the tradition of watching movies, they seemed like ridiculous things.

Or how else could you explain someone in a mask jumping from roof top to roof top with some kind of web; it just didn’t make sense to him!

This was why he was confused about his dream. He hadn’t even watched any movie for several months now; so why would a movie about him jumping from rooftop to rooftop suddenly play out in his drneams?

What made it even worse was how he had woken up panting,  as though he had actually been running and jumping like he had been in the dream. It was a totally new phenomenon to him.

He sat up in bed and removed his vest that was already soaked in sweat and looked at his sleeping mother. She had draped her arm around him protectively but he had managed to wiggle out of her embrace without waking her up.

He thought about the real heroes of the bible…he couldn’t recall any of them jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

He did remember Jacob who wrestled till daybreak and actually wrestled him to a standstill!

Then there was Joshua who made the sun stand still. Those rwere the superheroes he had grown up with and these others just couldn’t hold a candle to any of them.

He had calmed down enough to try to recall his dream in full. He remembered how it had begun. In the dream, he had been walking along a dusty narrow path and there had been a signboard to the right that said THE WAY THAT LEADS TO LIFE.

He had deliberately chosen it because he saw how few people were walking along it and how many people were walking on a very broad road on the other side,  jeering and scorning him and the others on the narrow way.

Then things had happened rather fast after that. He had seen Olu among the teeming multitudes walking along the broad way and had tried calling out to him.

Suddenly he had seen a vision of the end of the broad way…it led straight down into a bottomless pit brimming with fire. The vision had flashed before him in one moment and then he had realized the urgency of saving his friend Olu yet again.

He had tried to cross over to the Broad Way but there was a great wide gulf that separated both roads. Then he had noticed a giant with drawn sword suddenly emerging from the clouds as though he was walking down some invisible stair way.

He had beckoned to him to come.

“Do you really wish to save your friend?” asked the giant, bending down low so Dele could see his face. It was shining bright as though it was actually made of light. His eyes were like fire that burned and sparkled all at once!

“Yes, I would very much like to save him if I can, but there is a great gulf that prevents me from reaching him”, replied Dele.

“I could give you wings that would fly you across the great gulf. Would you like that?” asked the giant.

“Yes, very much”, replied Dele earnestly.

“Then you must pay the price for your wings”, continued the giant.

“I will do anything to save my best friend! Please help me!” cried Dele.

“Then you must become the super hero you so hate to be. You must give up your life to be a Saver of other lives,” said the giant as he lifted Dele up easily in one hand.

He blew into his face and Dele was suddenly airborne. He found himself running in the air across the great gulf…he found himself on the Broad Way and continued running across the rooftops of the many houses, across cities, ever looking out for his best friend.

” Go Dunamis go and save your friend!” Dele heard the giant cry after him.

His mother’s gentle tap on his shoulder brought him out of his strange reverie. Had he fallen asleep again to dream the same dream, or had he daydreamed the identical dream he had just woken up from?

“Why are you wide awake Dele? What is wrong? Are you ill?” his mother sat up alarmed.

Dele turned to face her with a slight smile of reassurance.

“I’m fine mum, I had a very strange dream and when I woke up, I think I went into a daydream  and saw the very things I dreamed about.”

“Tell me about it” said his mum.

When Dele had finished narrating his dream, he turned questioningly towards his mother.

“Why did the giant call me Dunamis and what does Dunamis mean mum?” asked Dele.

“It is a Greek word that means POWER” replied his mother, holding her son’s face between her hands gently.

“It was no ordinary dream my son. It was your Calling.”

“Calling? Where or for what?”

“Do you remember the story of Samuel? How when he was a little boy like you  he heard someone calling him?”

“Yes I remember the story mum”

“God was calling him then. It was his Calling to be a priest. This dream that you have had is your  Calling to be something that God has described by the name given to you by the angel whom you saw as a giant. You have been named Dunamis son, because with power you will save and rescue people from the Broad Way.”

“But does that mean I will be a superhero, jumping from rooftop to rooftop?”

“Not necessarily son, in fact I don’t think so. But I do know that you will do great things for the Lord Dunamis” smiled his mother.

“So now you are calling me Dunamis too mum?” said Dele thoughtfully.

“It is the name your heavenly father has given you my dear. To me you are still Dele, but to God you have become Dunamis!”

Days after the dream, Dele was doing his homework with his friend Olu when there was a knock on the door. The door opened violently and a little boy ran inside breathlessly throwing himself on the floor.

“My sister is shaking and my mother is not around. Please help me!”

“Take us to her,” replied Dele immediately. His own mother was not around either.

They ran along with the boy to the house somewhere within a forest not too far off.

Without hesistation, Dele carried the little two year old girl in his arms. Her eyes had turned upwards so that only the whites were showing.  Dele started praying like his mother had taught him in tongues.

The village hospital was quite a distance away.

“Lord I need the speed of Elijah to get this girl to the hospital!”

As he sped through the dusty path leading out of the village,  he could feel Olu struggling to keep up with him.

Then suddenly Olu was no longer by his side…or at least he couldn’t sense him nearby. The bushes on either side flew past him like a blur. He knew he was running faster than any boy of his age could ever run…no, even faster than any man alive could ever run…

He had indeed become DUNAMIS! Somewhere deep within, he could hear a voice urging him on….

“Go DUNAMIS,! Save the girl!”



When the time is right… (A short story for teenagers…Say no to bullying!)

They strolled down to the bus stop together munching their snacks, each one deeply engrossed in his own thoughts. They were next door neighbours who attended the same school, so it was inevitable they would become best friends.

Olu was slightly taller and broader than his friend Dele and would often protect him from the occasional bully in class, but today had been quite different, for Olu  had been the one who had been bullied by two bullies who had ganged up against him much to the delight of most of their classmates.

He had finally been rescued by the teacher who came running towards them to stop the bullies. It had all happened during recess. It was the reason why Dele had shared his snacks with Olu, for they had taken Olu’s snacks away from him and wolfed it down in a jiffy.

Of course the bullies had been severely punished by the teacher…but nothing could be done about Olu’s snacks. Without hesitation, Dele had handed over his own snacks to Olu though he was very hungry. Olu was in tears and had at first refused the kind gesture, but Dele had insisted… It was a way for him to show his appreciation finally.

Both boys were thirteen years of age and came from rather poor backgrounds but were brave and tough.

Dele however, lived in a world quite unknown to Olu. His mother had brought him up on stories from the bible about how Elijah had outrun the chariots of Ahab and how David and his friends took on an entire army. He had listened with rapt attention to the story of Samson and his great strength.

His young mind had boggled with such images of supernatural strength and ability that one night on his twelfth birthday, he had knelt beside his bed and asked God fervently to give him a birthday gift, and what he wanted was to be as strong as Samson was.

But he had been so disappointed the following morning and several mornings after that when he had tried to lift chairs and other heavy things around the house…no he certainly hadn’t been given the strength of an ordinary teenager let alone the strength of Samson.

He had felt very disappointed and wondered if God actually answered his bed time prayers like his mum and grand mum often claimed, but he had never told anyone about his secret birthday request to God, not even Dele his best friend.

But today, something had happened…something rather puzzling. While the bullies were punching Dele, one of them suddenly tried to hit him on the eye and in a flash Olu’s hand had reached out to block him.

It had all happened so fast and so suddenly, but the puzzling thing about it was that Dele did not remember moving his hand to block the hand of the bully. The bully had been hit so hard on the arm by Dele’s hand that he had yelled in pain.

He too had been mystified and could not identify the person who had punched him in the arm, it had all happened so fast!

Dele knew he had been the one, but didn’t know how he could have moved his hand so fast.

“That punch you gave him on the arm was super!” commented Olu, happily munching the snacks his friend had willingly given him as they entered a bus for the short ride home.

“To tell you the truth, I don’t remember punching him on the arm,” replied Dele.

“Oh, but I saw you. It happened so fast. Where did you learn to punch like that…so fast and so hard?” Olu chuckled, he was very pleased with his friend who had for once come to his rescue just before the teacher had arrived.

Then something clicked in Dele’s mind and his heart beat faster. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Olu about his secret birthday request from God on his twelfth birthday, but he restrained himself from asking.

The bus dropped them right in front of the road leading to their homes and sped off.

Later that night, Dele took out his bible and reread the story of Samson. Samson had not been fast, he had been strong. It had been Elijah who had been fast.

“God, was it you who used my hand to punch that fellow?” breathed Dele in prayer, not daring to raise his voice. He had earlier worshipped God and thanked him for not allowing his best friend to be hurt by those bullies.

He hadn’t really expected an answer from God especially since God hadn’t answered his secret request for his unusual birthday gift.

His mother came in to read the bible with him and to turn off the lights. They slept together in the same small room.

Ever since Dele’s father had died in a car accident, it had been his mother who had struggled to send him to school.

Dele loved his mother and had vowed to himself that one day he would make her happy and comfortable and she would never need to work ever again.

It was the reason why he never joked around with his studies. Later when she had read the bible to him and answered his questions, she would turn off the lights and go back to work in the small living room where she prepared food for sale for the workers in the surrounding areas.

Dele never knew when she finally came to bed…he would be fast asleep, but would always wake up in his mother’s warm embrace as she kissed him awake to get ready for school.

“Mummy, something happened in school today,” began Dele earnestly.

“Tell me about it,” responded his mother as she put her arm around him lovingly.

“Olu was bullied by some boys today and just as one of them tried to punch him in the eye, my hand reached out very fast and hit the boy’s hand away. I don’t remember even raising my hand let alone punching him. It all happened so fast, but I knew I was the one who punched his hand away. Can you explain it to me mummy?”

“Hmmm…I’m not sure I can Dele, but my guess is that God used you to prevent what could have been serious damage to Olu’s eye. But I will tell you something else…something I have kept from you for a very long time but now I feel it is the right time to tell you.”

“Go ahead mummy,” said Dele eagerly, his eyes shining in anticipation of the story.

“Almost a year ago, I had a strange dream. There was an old man whose face I couldn’t see, and he was talking to me. I was down on my knees listening to him. He told me my son would grow up to be a Saver of Lives. He said you had asked him for a birthday gift and he had given it to you, but you couldn’t use it without his help and power and that one day you would find yourself doing things beyond your power and ability. He said when the time was right, I would be able to tell you that he had answered your prayer from the first night that you had asked.”

“He also told me to tell you that sometimes, prayers have specific time frames when they would be answered. If for instance you ask me to buy you a car, even if I had the money I wouldn’t, because you aren’t old enough to drive a car. Yet it doesn’t mean I won’t buy you the car when the time is right. So have I answered your question?”

Dele wasn’t able to answer…he was in tears and had buried his face in his mother’s bosom.

The God that had given Samson his great strength and Elijah his great speed had also answered his prayers and given him both strength and speed. He had answered his prayers but he didn’t know it until when the time was right…

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