Coffee Shop Trance Exploring Babel

Exploring Babel

The world of Matthew Grey was normal. Very "normal". It was that very fact that bothered him on nights like tonight. The rest of the world was going about it's day either vaguely aware that there might be more or totally oblivious to it. Not Matt. Matt was ending his day like the rest. In his case, that meant closing out cash drawers, balancing the vault and logging off all the computers. The cleaning crew would be coming in a few hours to tend to the finer details of mopping and polishing.

He turned around in the near darkness of the cafe and turned off the last of the lights. Pale blue street light bathed the nearly dark room. It was a vibrant shop during the day, but this is how he liked it best... Silence. Matt took one more look around the internet cafe' to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, clicked on one side lamp, and pulled out the novel he was reading for this week, and sat down in the chair beside. The cool stiff leather was a great feeling, and his body needed the rest. The buss stop was just outside the door and he could see the bus coming from a block away or more each night through wrap around glass.

It would be an hour before the buss arrived, they only come every two hours at this time of night and he watched the last one pass about an hour ago. The pages of the brand new book were still stiff, he'd only opened them to read the intro material, forward, and such. He hadn't actually started this one yet, but it was one of his favorite authors, nothing like a Bill Meyers book to make the heart pound with excitement but still leave you pondering the meaning of your life by the end.

Come to think of it... he'd rather be pondering his characters life, his life didn't seem to have much meaning these days. The nagging sense that there not only must be more, but that he was missing it always hunted him, like a pack of wolves through a dark forest at night, always the sound was there but never to be seen. The novel still lay on his lap, but he couldn't bring himself to open it... he was just too tired, so he stared out the window into the dark streets beyond. Not much activity at 2 am. So he just sat there lost in thought.

A glint of something caught his attention and pulled him from his trance. Whatever it was lay on the cold  dark hardwood floor, in the walkway between the counter and computer desks, and it caught the street light just right to catch his attention. Staring for a moment at it, deciding if it was worth investigating the glint because a light, the light grew and now it had his attention. The world around him all of a sudden didn't seem right. From the light waves in the air, like those rising from a car in the heat of a summer day, rippled from the phone toward him.

Then a creak of light shot up from the floor to about 6 feet up in the air, then stopped, as the light coming through a doorway would. As in the the exciting part of a movie he leaned forward in his chair. The doorway opened wider and beyond he could see a village, with people laughing, talking, and going about their business.

Then the image widened to show more of the village, and he could hardly grasp what he was seeing, there were men on large reptiles hauling lumber, and long necked dinosaurs being used as cranes for construction. Up in the air men and women rode flying reptiles who themselves were carrying large rocks toward a tall structure. It was far more massive than any modern structure, dwarfing even the great pyramids of Egypt.

It was more of a city than a building. It was created of city blocks side by side working in and then more was built on top, each building upon another. Sharing the weight and supporting the overall structure...

Matt's attention was broken by the familiar sound of the buss honking a block away and he looked down the street. Gus always honked on approach, he new Matt often fell asleep waiting. When he looked back to his doorway it was gone. He was back in the shop, nothing unusual, accept on the floor, where the doorway had appeared he found an iPhone. It was glowing, missed call. The owner must have called and was missing his phone. That must of been the light he was half aware of in his sleep.

"Wow!" Matt said out loud to himself, "I must lay off the coffee, that was some dream..." He grabbed his bag and made his way out the door, locking up shop behind him and taking the phone with him. He'd call the number from the buss and let the owner know he had it. People tend to worry when their phone is missing.



Research:


Genesis 11

New International Version (NIV)

The Tower of Babel

11 Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. 2 As people moved eastward,[a] they found a plain in Shinar[b] and settled there.
3 They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. 4 Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”
5 But the Lord came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. 6 The Lord said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. 7 Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”
8 So the Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. 9 That is why it was called Babel[c]—because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world. From there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth.






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