What day is it? Ah, Thursday, for me. No, wait, it’s Friday! I am so confused, my only frame of reference seems to be the little red, black and white calendar icon I’ve just seen on my iPad screen. You’re shaking your head remarking, “That’s cause you’re on holiday, silly.” Not exactly. Well yes, I am on holiday in Greece and I’ve also just awakened from a strange dream where I have time travelled, maybe even alternate universe travelled. In my dream I have gone undercover to help a friend and in the process, risked my own life and put someone else in jeopardy. I have just awoken, mid-dream and unfortunately don’t know if the issue resolved itself and my friends have escaped. I am confused and disturbed, though briefly.
The message I got as I awakened…”which course have you been on?”, makes me nod my head, “AHA”, which makes no sense to anyone but me. Why am I telling you this? I’m not exactly certain but maybe the two of us can figure it out as I write.
“Oh, no, she’s channeling Max!” Maybe, except I’m not getting hot flashes or pressure like I usually do when he is around, so it’s possible it’s just you and me who are going to figure this out. You see, in my dream I have just snuck into some sort of huge, multi-storied, working tower in Northern Ireland ( or someplace where people speak English with an Irish accent, though it could be Scottish/Aussie/Kiwi, whatever) with friends, one of whom is going back there to find out what has happened to her family and how to help them. In this tower, people are working long and stressful shifts – makeshift ropes and pulleys provide movement from floor to floor (strange, eh?) with guards at both entrance and exit gates. Only two are allowed in or out at a time. I’m not sure how we got in so easily, but I got out, they were prevented from leaving, I looked back, once I had cleared the gates to see it happen, I initially thought they were right behind me. I then abruptly awoke, which was disconcerting in and of itself.
My “AHA” message was, at the time – minutes ago here – I am here to work on me and for me. Each of us must learn while on Earth, in our physical bodies, our own lessons, i.e. We can only “save” ourselves, then others. So that’s that, it was a simple dream even though I thought it complex, right? Maybe. Probably not. Because on further reflection I have begun to see the intricacies of what we consider at first to be simple dreams, even life itself. Not everything is what it seems.
In each dream we are afforded opportunities to gain insight into the way we feel and think. Beings, human and otherwise, pop in and out, as actors on a stage, changing character, form and capabilities at whim, giving and taking away powers befitting Gandolf or a Disney fairy godmother. All the while we are navigating this new territory (where and when precisely this may be is anyone’s guess) with the ease as if we were really there, had been there all along AND would stay there forever. But we don’t. Usually. Even if we knew where “there” was. It is hard to say what this does mean, exactly, just being a novice to these contemplations, so I will continue. With luck, as I previously stated, we will figure out where we are going hopefully by the time we arrive.
I am reminded of Max’s statement yesterday, “I’m here. You’re here. Though I’m here and there, kind of everyplace at once, for now. You’ll understand in time.” (Ah, so maybe we ARE writing this together.) I wasn’t sure this was going to be a discourse in the existential, alas it may be. Anyway…
Here I now am, awake, I think. And my dream had me climbing ropes and sneaking in and out of a treacherous tower to discover the truth about family…someone else’s…except what I didn’t mention is one of my own family members was left behind (I’m not saying who…because 1. It’s not exactly relevant and 2. I’d rather keep that to myself, for now at least). Herein lies the rub. You see family, to me, implies every one of us…yes, as in we are ALL in this together. Sounds so hippy-dippy doesn’t it? Who cares? What really matters to me is… if one of us is in peril, we all are.
Yes, all that daring, intrigue, time travel and rope climbing brought me to help discover the truth about family, the one family of which we are all members (even Christians, Jews, Muslims, wiccans, Buddhists, Hindus, Zoroastrians, homosexuals, and especially all political parties). By the way how come in politics they are called parties, when clearly they don’t know how to have a good time?
So many of us are toiling in jobs where we feel we must climb ropes to enter and leave, risking all (body, mind and spirit) for “insurance” and “benefits” and what we think is “job security”. Actually, it is no better or worse to be working in the healthcare industry as to be working in a coal mine, even though it looks from the outside that the latter is more perilous. Think about it. The rates of infectious disease, diabetes, cancer, high blood pressure, alcohol and drug addiction, and more have as high or higher rates for people working in the medical profession (doctors are high on the list by the way) as for those in a coal mine. Wow. You mean I’d be better off working in a coal mine? No. Not exactly. But maybe, that is if we really even need coal…or the healthcare industry.
I believe we’ve gone about our world in a half-assed reactionary way, probably since the beginning, but at least since the beginning of the industrial revolution, where it continued, but amped up our fear-drive (thank you organized religion, politicians and robber barons) in order to control the masses…to make us all stop thinking or feeling anything but fear and do what we were/are told. The result of which has created a very warped tribal feud…”Us versus Them” mentality, creating a sort of communal and global self-hatred, thus removing us from our deep connection to ourselves and more importantly to our own personal divinity.
Oh shit, you’re thinking I’ve gone from time-traveling dreams to family drama, to healthcare and coal mines to religion, politics, evil corporations and now, we are all connected to GOD?!?! Well, yes I have, as a matter of fact. Heck, I talk to my departed beloved on the other side (of what?), what makes you think I’m going to stop at that?
Every time we separate ourselves from our own divinity, we do the same with each-other, and what goes with that is our love for our personal and collective health, happiness, wealth (you didn’t think I’d leave out money, did you?), safety (don’t forget to lock your doors at night, plus cars, businesses etc), and don’t forget the state of our environment. We’ve found every reason to kill anything that doesn’t seem necessary to fulfill our immediate needs…immediate gratification times a gazillion.
We are in the midst of watching ourselves decide:
1. Are we going to die from poisoning OUR life-sustaining bees and all insects or save them (and us) by outlawing dangerous and unnecessary herbicides and pesticides and immediately implement biodynamic and earth-friendly
2. Are we going to die from radiation leaking from Fukishima or immediately seek out and implement out of the box answers such as shutting down every single nuclear plant, instituting alternate biologically friendly forms of energy generation. We can find solutions to spent fuel by utilizing the services of such brilliant minds as John Todd of http://www.toddecological.com/, or Roger Greene of http://breakthru-technologies.com/
3.Are we going to drown from the melting of polar icecaps or discover ways to live with changing weather patterns and live without the things we have done to cause these changes?
And on most people’s minds today…
4. Will we survive the fallout (political or terrorist) due to bombing Syria in order to stop it from killing its own people (where is the logic there?, please enlighten me) or IMMEDIATELY, every single being here, there and all over our planet choose NOW to save OUR collective asses, souls and iPhones by changing our focus to love ourselves and one another.
When I was a little kid my grandmother would serve the destitute out the back door of her home, in the Fairfax district of Los Angeles, when my grandfather left to go to the synagogue. I’m not sure if Grandpa knew, but it didn’t matter since Grammie believed it was her responsibility to feed those who could not feed themselves. (She also created fabulous Barbie doll clothes for me, but that’s another post yet to happen!). Was she the Jewish Mother Teresa of the LA borscht belt? No, and I’m not exactly sure from where her strong desire to feed others came, nevertheless she instilled in me the strong sense of community involvement I have and my belief that we MUST heal ourselves individually and collectively if we are to not only survive but truly thrive in this life, on our planet, now.
Well, how did we do? We did the dream-time travel-socio-political-family-current events-spirituality- round-up. Have you chosen which course WE are on? Are there any questions? Either way, I’m going now, the Mediterranean calls me. I’m going for a swim in one of OUR oceans, have salad and a snooze. Don’t forget to recycle. Talk with you tomorrow. And by the way, Max says “hi!”