All posts for the month March, 2015

The Science of God

Published March 31, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

“The infinite God cannot be defined by that which is finite. He who is limitless cannot be comprehended by that which has limits, unless he chooses to reveal himself within the context of those limits.

Imagine that we live in a two dimensional world with a three dimensional God. If this three dimensional God were to stick his finger into our two dimensional world we would describe his cylindrical finger as a flat circle because we wouldn’t have any way of accurately seeing his finger for what it is.

Our two dimensional science just doesn’t have what it takes to measure this three dimensional God. The limitless God is beyond the limits of science. Furthermore, to say that God must submit to the laws of science is to make science God.” LOL Love it – another little message from God just giving me a little hint – a personal message ❤

Trevor Nashleanas

As a pastor living in a college town I run into skeptics, doubters and unbelievers regularly. One of the most common objections I hear about the Christian faith is in regards to science. People just can’t seem to wrap their minds around God.

I get it.  I really do. I have a degree in biology and psychology.  I’m more than familiar with naturalistic evolution, evolutionary psychology and the behavioral sciences than I’d like to be.  I’ve taken physics, chemistry and genetics.  I, like many of my peers, appreciate hard facts, empirical evidence and measurable results.

In a world of scientific questions, factual evidence is our friend. Measurable outcomes are important, but when it comes to God I’ve learned that they just aren’t enough.

When Science Isn’t Enough

Science is built on the premise that what can be known is measurable.  It can be quantified with empirical evidence. This is true…

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Symbolism, God’s Divine language – My dream of last night 30th March 2015

Published March 31, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

I haven’t posted any dream interpretations in here for a while so today seems the perfect time to do that because it is related to my posts on Divine Symbology I am posting this alongside those posts because I thought it was important to do so.  I don’t know if anyone gets anything out of all this other than me.  I can understand that I probably come across as a bit strange, but this is my way of understanding my own thought processes and I like to share it all because you never know when you might connect with someone else who has similar thoughts.  We all need others to relate to us don’t we?

I have to say that when I woke up at 4am this morning on the tail end of this dream, my initial thoughts were that it was a really scary dream.  I thought to myself “No!  That’s horrible Why would I be dreaming such a thing?  But now I have looked at the symbolism behind it it makes sense to me.  So now I will write the dream and then the interpretation.

The Dream

I was in my house (that wasn’t my actual house but in the dream it was my house) and I heard a noise coming from the chimney.  It was a baby girl about a year old.  Anyway, for some strange reason it terrified me that she was there and I tried to kill her by striking at her chest with a hollow metal pipe, which left a circular impression in her chest.  I thought she was dead and I was horrified that I had killed her.  I threw the bloody pipe in the bin and then tried to wrap up her body in a sheet and was contemplating how I was going to dispose of the body when I realised that she was actually alive.  At first I was horrified that she was alive and possibly suffering but couldn’t imagine myself now killing her again to stop the suffering, so I wondered how I was going to get her back to her mother to be healed and get away with her attempted murder.  And then I thought I would just say that when she fell down the chimney she had landed on the pipe that was propped up there and that is how she got the injury.

I was sick with guilt of what I had done and her pain but I didn’t want her to die.  I carefully wrapped her and held her close to me saying I was sorry over and over to her and that I knew what I had done was evil and that I loved her and hoped she could forgive me one day.  I knew she was too young to talk properly and didn’t think she would tell her mother what had really happened.  I carried her round to the house next door to tell her mother she had fallen down my chimney and found the house unexpectedly unaware of her disappearance.  The old man that was supposed to be watching her had fallen asleep and he blamed another younger man who was in his own room doing his own thing.  I could see the fire guard pushed out of the way, so I could see how the child had gotten to her chimney and crawled up it and then fallen down into mine.

The mother came home at that point and I told her we needed to get the little girl to the hospital quickly because of what had happened.  I told her she was fine (and she was, she was awake and aware and the injury wasn’t as severe as I had at first thought) but you could see the circular injury made by the pipe.  Obviously horrified and in shock, the mother ushered me to the car so we could drive straight to the hospital.  I just held on tight, cuddling and comforting her all the way to the hospital and then the mother took her and she was put into a hospital bed.  I turned to leave happy that she was OK and was being cared for now and getting treatment  and that she would make a full recovery, when all of a sudden she fell out of bed and died.  I remember feeling absolute horror and knew that I had killed her; I was absolutely sick with guilt and woke up crying thinking “No!  God, why would you show me this in a dream?”  I just lay there thinking no.1 what a horrible, horrible dream and no.2 Thank God it was only a dream and I hadn’t really just committed a murder of an innocent child in cold blood.

dream imaagery

A Tentative attempt at an interpretation

The first thing that struck me was the fact that my investigations into symbolism yesterday had led me to the conclusion that the circle represents God, so the circle shaped incision in the girl’s chest  just screamed out at me that it represented God and the fact that it was over her heart must represent’s God’s love – to me the heart, the heart chakra represents Jesus.

The pipe and the chimney are both interesting symbolic images.  The house is always the self, so the chimney can be seen as an extension of the self, a channel for cleansing (think of smoke going up a chimney).  However the child (that vulnerable, innocent aspect of myself) went both up her chimney and then down into mine.  To me this could be seen as a transition of channelling new aspects of myself.  By killing the child I am attempting to kill off old attitudes.  However I think it is like dying and being born again at the same time.

The pipe represents a conductor of energy (think of each being as like a pipe with energy flowing through them) it represents the ability to tap higher levels of power and connect conscious and unconscious aspects of self.  In the context of this dream I see it as God stamping himself (his image – as represented by the circle) into my heart – therefore awakening me to accepting Jesus into my life anew as my new attitude or an awakening or affirming attitude.  It is like God saying to me – you are killing off old attitudes through me.  But the child continuing to live at that time, even with the circular injury (God’s mark) and I think this was Jesus’s way of telling me he is the ‘living God’ and he is living in me, in my heart.

The fact of the girl dying in the end was I believe God telling me that the old me (my attitudes and my sins) are now dead.  The hospital represents a healing centre.  There were 3 buildings or houses in this dream – the child’s, mine and the hospital.  I think the hospital represents the House of God and so healing makes sense.  Possibly they represent the 2 trilogies; Mind, Body and Spirit – Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

All the people in this dream of course represent aspects of myself.  I think the old man represents  the rational, intellectual, wise (knowledge based) aspect of my psyche.  He was asleep, leading to the child (the innocent, vulnerable aspect) to escape.  Perhaps those thoughts and attitudes that I had thought were wise were just holding me back, keeping me a prisoner (trying to rationalise everything).  I was asleep and needed to be awakened and reborn as the baby (the chimney being the birth canal) Here is another trilogy – the old man, the young man and the baby girl.  I’m not sure how the mother fits into this dream.  I certainly took her baby away from her and felt nurturing towards her after the initial violent act.  Maybe it is a way for me to nurture myself (self soothing) telling myself to stop beating myself up about everything and just accept God’s love and to love myself.  I was glad the mother was driving to the hospital so that I could hold the child close to me in the car.

The car is my vehicle through life.  I wasn’t sure how that related but considering that I was being driven to the hospital and since all the people in the car (another trilogy) – Mother, me, baby girl – were me – I was being taken to healing, to the House of God.  All aspects here were feminine leaving the earlier male aspects behind.  Now the feminine, intuitive, creative, spiritual aspects are being brought together in the hospital for God to tend to.

I hope that all makes sense to the reader and I hope you can see once again how powerful symbolic language is to connect us to the divine nature of the universe (it is God talking to us through symbolism – his divine language)

My Research into Symbolism and a Personal Epiphany on Divine Symbology

Published March 29, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

symbolism and me

It’s been brought to my attention that the symbol of the pentacle could also be the symbol of the goddess Venus.  I’m not sure but it just proves my point that different symbols mean different things to different people at different times.   Symbols also seem to evolve over time.  I may well add to this post as I discover more, when I have time.  I thought I would add this following picture to illustrate both of these points.

I can see this post just growing and growing as I add more info relating to symbolism.  I just found this and thought it was quite incredible so I am adding it here.  Crop circles (another fascination of mine) may also make an appearance later on.  I will not stop my investigations that appear as if they are usually fueled by coincidence and chance – I don’t want to miss anything that could be a divine message.

Here is why crop circles and symbolism fascinate me

Update – 30/03/2015

my take on divine symbology


My take on Divine Symbology encompasses science and mathematics and perhaps when we look at the divine nature of God through the eyes of infinity through these symbols we may come to an understanding of other parts of reality such as time and space and alternate dimensions.

OK Next leap…

I think I can hear the angels singing

And at the centre of it all I can still see the cross, the heart of the whole, the om, heart chakra, love energy that leads back to Jesus – so Love is the centre of everything!


LOL Look what I just found:

In response to this thread on another site, someone just posted simply “Fairy tales”.  This is my response to that – What are Fairy Tales? They are humanity making sense of the world through the narrative structure of stories – language – that most symbolic structure of all in humanity that helps us to transmit ideas – ideas that come from our imagination – what is imagination but the creative thought process that brings into creation that what once did not exist – WE create our reality and imagination is the most powerful tool humanity has.  Might I just add to that that it is said that God has given us ‘Free Will’ – what is free will?  To me it is the gift of imagination.

Update – my dream of last night 30th March 2015

OK so now I have established that all this symbolism points to God and God reaching out to us in love through Jesus Christ, who is the bridge, that point at which dimensions of time, space and the reality we find ourselves existing in interact.  Jesus (everything that he represents which is basically LOVE – of God and God’s creation – us – loving ourselves and each other) is literally the Rainbow Bridge, the tunnel of light, the concept of the wormhole – he is the way, the truth, the life – the only way – to come to God, to live free, to live eternally, to escape sin and Satan.  Who is Satan? Satan is the power that is dominating and enslaving humanity.  The power behind everything that keeps humanity blind and stumbling around in chains of servitude – separated from each other and separated from the truth – and that power is a dark, hidden, deceitful entity that controls humanity through money, deception and fear – controlling us even as we don’t realize we are being controlled, like puppets, dancing to every step we are taught.  We are born into an illusion that is fed through the media and through the very societal systems that we live in.  How can we jump onto that bridge and cross over to freedom?  By waking ourselves up to the truth, and the truth is we have to learn how to perceive reality as it truly is, we have to stop looking at the world through the rose tinted glasses of Satan’s illusion and focus in to a new reality, the reality that we can be free if we break the chains that bind us.  But we cannot do that in the reality we are currently living in.  We cannot be free whilst living in this reality and we need to come together and effect the change we want BEFORE Satan fully forms his NEW WORLD ORDER because then I fear it will be too late!  The only way is to see that we are all connected from the very moment of creation.  Every cell, every fiber of our being is linked to each other, to the Earth, to the cosmos and to God and that we are in fact from one original source.  We are one body, one entity and by giving in to sin and to Satan it is only ourselves, that one body that we are hurting, killing actually.  I don’t want to die I want to live and live in freedom – don’t you?  So we need to become consciously awake as ONE consciousness not as individuals separately trying to stumble around and make a difference, we need to think together, act together and Love together.  By acting and thinking as one entity, Satan will have nobody left to control. This is how that one sacrifice can make the difference – through Jesus we become that ONE body of love that CAN create a new reality.


Published March 27, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

This was so amazing to stumble across this as I had a conversation with my Mum earlier today which was basically talking about this very thing. I love it when that happens don’t you? – ❤ Amen ❤

Scriptures and His Blessings

By R. C. Sproul
The secret things belong to the Lord our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our children forever, that we may follow all the words of this law. – Deuteronomy 29:29

The Swiss theologian Karl Barth was asked by a student during a seminar in the United States, “Dr. Barth, what is the most profound thing you have ever learned in your study of theology?” Barth thought for a moment and then replied, “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” The students giggled at his simplistic answer, but their laughter was of a nervous sort as they slowly realized Barth was serious.

Barth gave a simple answer to a question of profundity. In doing so he was calling attention to at least two vitally important notions: (1) That in the simplest Christian truth there resides a profundity that…

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Walkin the Walk

Published March 27, 2015 by Laura Crean Author


This poem is for my 3 gorgeous daughters.  This is their year of changes.  All of them are stepping up to the next level of their journey.  My youngest daughter Alice is moving up from junior school (year 6) to high school (year 7).  This is a big year for her, she’s in that pre-teen period where she is no longer a baby but will always be my baby girl.  Soon the hard work starts as she embraces that journey towards GCSEs and puberty.  She is steppin onto a path both her sisters have walked, in a good school that I know will nurture her, push her forward to work hard and find her path, so many paths she could take in her young life.  My middle daughter Shannon is coming out of that period and moving on up to College, leaving year 11 and onto training in her chosen career – the Performing Arts.  She is such a bright and driven young lady and her shoes are steppin out onto the stage of her young adult life.  My eldest daughter Ellenor is steppin out on the next big challenge.  She’s leaving college and entering University.  She is full of ideas and ready to push forward and really run for that degree in her chosen subject in 3D art, her journey is exciting and the hard work is just beginning.  And as for me – I’m still on that journey and everyone’s path is different, everyone’s shoes are different.  I was sitting on the bus yesterday and I just noticed out of the window, people’s shoes.  All different, distinct and right for each individual, carefully chosen or subconsciously chosen to match their personalities.  And as I watched those shoes walking around town I wondered about each of their attitudes to their chosen paths through life.  That’s when the poem began to live inside me.  I looked at my comfortable, sensible shoes and I wondered what they said about me and my journey.  I need comfortable shoes because I still have a long walk ahead of me, but I’m ready for it and I’m now going to embrace it and I want my children to step out on their journeys and be ready too – with shoes that fit, have style and say – let’s do it – let’s walk this walk.  I couldn’t be prouder of all of them.  And in my mind’s eye I can see one more pair of shoes walking alongside my family, a pair of well-worn sandals.  And I know that he is smiling and keeping pace with every step we take, ready to lift us up on his shoulders every time the walk gets too hard.  He will make sure we don’t get left behind as long as we need him to but then he will put us back down and give us the strength to run as fast as we can to the finish line.

What shoes are you putting on in the morning?

My Sickness Eclipse – A poem by Laura Crean

Published March 20, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

image by Luc Viatour /

image by Luc Viatour /

A strange day
A trilogy of celestial mystery
The eclipse has been on everyone’s mind
Another moment in history
A super new moon
A Spring equinox
The Luna’s Passover gone too soon
An odd effect came over me
A day my mood so low
A sickness in my own psychology
My biology seemed to know
As the strange twilight darkened my space
And my stomach made a turn
A silence and a turning point
But the sun continues to burn…

Copyright © Laura Crean 20th March 2015

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Words of Power out of the mouths of babes…

Published March 11, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

How many times have you heard a child say or indeed have said to a child when they have been upset by something another child has said to them: “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never harm me”?  I have to admit I think I am guilty of this.  It was something I was taught as a child and it is something I have probably told my own children a few times.  Why do we say it?  Is it because it is true?  We all know that’s not correct.  Of course words hurt us.  We say it to try and convince ourselves not to let it hurt us, after all it’s just words, just sounds – isn’t it?  Nonsense!  Words have power.  They create and they destroy.  They weave an image which becomes a concept, which in turn becomes ingrained in our very being – cultures are born out of words.  Think of some of the most powerful books, poems, songs, speeches.  Laws are created by words aren’t they?  Science and religion are made up of words aren’t they?  Words are power!  Especially the words you can’t even hear.  The ones you think to yourself when you are alone.  Yes, even that still little voice inside of you – that voice uses words – your words – and they have power.

Let us remember that words are our humanity.  Let us teach our children to use words that have the power that will create not destroy, build others up not tear them down, affect positive change not fear and despair, clarity not confusion.  We must mentor our children about the kinds of words that will be healthy for them to use in their lives and then let them build on that.  And sometimes, just sometimes they have words to inspire us too.  In days gone by we were led to believe that children should be seen and not heard.  I believe that sometimes, just sometimes it’s us adults that should shut up and listen to what the children have to say.

Listen…listen to what the children have to say…

You heard the boy: “Let’s work together to change the world not just occupy it.”

Narrative Structures

Published March 11, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

I thought this may be of interest to any of my followers who are looking for ways to plan their stories and like me may often get a bit lost half way through…

Park Language Lesson Blog

As a bridge between interviews and monologues, we looked at two models of narrative structure: Labov’s oral narrative framework, and Freytag’s triangle.

Labov interviewed people on the street in big cities in the late 60s and 70s, asking them to tell a story about a time they nearly died. We tried this out in class, practising note-taking for the key details (as we may have to do as interviewers, especially when chasing up follow-up details in the ongoing drafts of our IV CW). Labov found, and we confirmed this (with some variations and caveats), that narratives made up by people on the spot followed these functions in roughly this order, if they were to feel complete and make a successful impact on the listener:

  1. Abstract — an introductory outline about the type of story to expect;
  2. Orientation — setting up who’s involved, when, where, and what was going…

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I’ll walk with you…

Published March 9, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

❤ ❤ ❤ Depression is putting one foot in front of the other and climbing a mountain – just start with that one step and let momentum carry you the rest of the way. Soon you’ll be at the top and looking back at the darkness below with the wind in your hair and the sun on your face – and the ones that didn’t want to walk with you will be stuck down in the darkness forever  ❤ ❤ ❤

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