A Vision from Mother Earth

Personal thoughts from a conscious dream sequence

    I awake from the nightly sub-conscious voyage into my other fantasy world to Mother Earth's orchestra performing outside my bedroom window. The darkness outside tells me my playfull visions from the other dimension have been cut short and I won't be returning to finish the mission I had so eagerly started the night before. I lay there for chorus after chorus listening to our Sacred Mother, trying to decipher her song in order to better understand my own true place in this Universe. I sense her tears falling against the glass are filled with sorrow from the way we have mistreated her home from disrespect and ignorance. Just as I began to recognize a pattern in her sad song, I was startled by a flash from her angry spirit, followed by the un-mistakable rumbling brought about from her deep pain and suffering.

    I can still hear the anger in her notes playing upon my window as I allow my spirit and mind to access her Opera, soon finding myself soaring high above the Earth from coast to coast looking down at what we have done. "Is it too late for us too change? If not, will she allow us to change? Or have we gone to far and done to much harm to warrant another chance.?" I am still passing above, through, and around her home asking myself these same questions over and over; now being completely oblivious to the thunderous clap of her cries. Her continuous notes playing upon my window have now taken over my mind, putting me into one of the deepest trances I have ever known. While the whole time filling my mind with visions of how history might have been written if another road was taken.

    I lay there and dream of that other possible path we could have traveled down so many generations ago when the newcomers first set foot upon this foriegn soil. A road not filled with blind ambition and self promotion, but one with a true and equal exchange of ideas through understanding the differences in our two cultures. Visions of those possibilities now flood my mind as if a tornado was circling on the inside of my head as I lay there motionless. For a few brief and glorious momentsI feel total peace and harmony from the Visions Mother Earth has allowed my to see. I see a world of technological advancements that left no scars upon the Earth as we progressed through time. I see a climate working with us and not against us, because we have done the same since the beginning. I see a people free of hunger because we were not filled with empty desires and closed eyes that in the end have led us nowhere.

    The feeling of peace and love that she had placed inside of me, combined with her serenade upon my window to the outside world, has now returned me to my other universe. I am running with the Ancients through the dense lush Forest becoming more connected with Mother Earth as every second passes by. We are acting like true Braves and Brothers do, and over the next hour and a half days go by until I am once again returned to this conscious world. This time there is no rain, or thunder, or lightening to welcome me back. Only the distant and cold sound of the telephone ringing in the background reminding me of who I am and what we have become.

    Every night since then I try my best in hopes of returning to that special place I was so fortunate to have visited, but like trying to catch the passing wind in your hands I am unable to do so. I am just left with the memory of what it felt like, and the thoughts of what could have been. What might have been through understanding without fear. From the unconditional Love of our fellow man, without the hatred brought on by our individual appearences.

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[Samuel Dickens]

I think many of us have similar dreams of a kinder, more responsible world. As it is, we're sawing off the limb upon which we sit. I still have hope that good will triumph over evil because I simply must. The alternative is unexceptable.