Stream of Thought

Enigma Song Lyrics Reference

A question and an answer:

“A sentence in the Enigma song Rivers of Belief goes as follows:

‘And when the Lamb opened the seventh seal,
Silence covered the sky.’

There is a Biblical reference here. But I would like to know, what is the meaning of the line and what does the line imply?”

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“The lines are an allusion to the Book of Revelations, more specifically the end of chapter 7 and the beginning of chapter 8:

[Chapter 7: 17] For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
[Chapter 8: 1] And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour.
[2] And I saw the seven angels which stood before God; and to them were given seven trumpets.
[3] And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.

(See BibleHub.com for alternative translations of Revelations 8:1.)

The song title “Rivers of Belief” refers to the role that rivers, sometimes sacred rivers, play in some religions. For example, Jesus was baptised in the river Jordan. For Hindus, the Ganges and the Yamuna are sacred rivers in India. While the song almost literally quotes the Bible, the line “I will return” can also be read as an allusion to reincarnation, which is a belief in Hinduism (among other religions).

The meaning of the seventh seal and the silence that follows its opening is a matter of Biblical hermeneutics. The Wikipedia article about the seven seals, for example, summarises five views: the preterist view, the historicist view, the futurist view, the idealist view and the Mormon view. The answers to the question In Revelation 8:1 does opening the seventh seal do anything? on Biblical Hermeneutics Stack Exchange present an additional set of interpretations. It seems that the meaning of that line remains open to debate.”

https://literature.stackexchange.com/questions/15794/meaning-of-lines-about-the-lamb-in-the-enigma-song-rivers-of-belief

Alex (An Ideal), Stream of Thought

Meaning In The Madness

What should she focus on in this last day of the business week?

What was most important, and did any of it really matter?

There were so many choices – and she pushed against the threatening pressure to make space in her head for thinking clearly.

“Anything you do will be worthwile,” his lingering presence reassured her, as if he was there as her mental patchkit for accessing.

Had she become broken then, after all, as last night’s worrying while singing to a song had prompted?

If she willed her insides to become more still, maybe the right path would reveal its shining glory.

(Title play with words)

Stream of Thought

Congruency

The year things began to disolve in my marriage, crows and hawks nested on our property and had their babies – a sure sign of blessing and welcome from nature’s community for our family.

But when one partner of a pair welcomes signs of hope, joy, and confirmation of prosperity while the other for whatever reason turns away from such positivity, their bond becomes destined for separation.

Stream of Thought

Re Impromptu Drawing

It could have been even yesterday morning or just the day before that I had noticed to myself my drawing books on the table were still unattended.

But I had thought to myself, “Well, I already have created a full schedule…”

And then right as my beginning acting class was ending, I happened upon the drawing event.

There were a model, refreshments, ambient lighting, music, chairs, paper on clip boards, and colored pencils.

Ready-made and easy to just slide right in to join.

So I did!

The super cool thing for me is that I have only taken one beginning drawing class – like back in 1998!

Yet, it is clear to me after trying my hand last night at a few subjects that I still have the spark of ability!

Since then, I have rarely tried to draw anything.

Stream of Thought

Keeping It Clean

I had to distance from a budding friendship today due to the fact that our age difference is twenty-four years (he’s the younger); I don’t feel on solid ground due to effects from my accident and very limited income; and that I need to focus upon finishing this music production training program while at last completing my Bachelor’s.

The combination of factors here includes an overload of prehistory in relationship losses and is akin to my needing to break a longstanding curse placed upon me.

I need to focus full attention on my goals to succeed, and thus must keep to my own path for a while.

It isn’t that I am incapable of working through relationship dynamics at the same time as working on other aspects of my life.

On the contrary, I can be a multi-managing wizard.

But, there is just too much combined in this given situation where a huge amount of the responsibility would weigh upon me – including if I were to proceed with the relationship, there would be further pressures from society.

And honestly, I just need things to be a little more stacked in my favor.

Stream of Thought

“Foolish” Hearts

When they love, they love openly and without reserve the object of their affection and desires.

All naysayers are ousted from influence. Even their own warning signals are swaddled into a cocoon of happiness to silence them.

What matters then is the journey, as awakening dreams flood, unfolding the promise of a heavenly destination.

And if the line becomes broken between a heart in love and its beloved intended, that heart finds itself suddenly cast out of paradise – thrust back into the laws of gravity as its world comes crashing back down to impact with earth’s “realities.”

Stream of Thought, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Beyond Set Back

Before the car accident, I had begun feeling at last that someday I might be able to run again.

I had relished the idea of being able to ride my bicycle.

I had flourished in the warm heat of summer’s baking into my bones again.

Now, my joint connections quiver.

My steps are unsteady and hips insecure.

The nerves in my hands flare and muscles begin overtightening if I use them beyond minimal.

I am minus back-to-the-beginning.

In fact, I am so far back as to be set into a state of coordination’s confusion.

Movement pings my consciousness into sensations not reassuring – and if I am not careful, I can tip too easily into panic’s desperation from fear of stumbling and falling.

I drop things more often, as my outer finger grippers are nerve-pathway overstimming.

And this is being allowed to still “reach for” rejoining disrupted synaptic connections, whereas other people have been barred.

Possibly forever.

That’s where the panic comes in – and the desperation when I’m thinking I must push harder.

It is frightening to feel my body and mind short-circuiting.

I can feel the maw’s edge closer than most of us would normally ever perceive – again – and it is terrifying.

It is more convincing now that I should just submit to it and give up.

It is Demanding.

Maybe I need more rest.

Give me back that buffer – that place that for a moment, I believe that I am still capable of achieving nearly anything.