Waking to my to dream reality. I went to sleep in the comfort of love, to dream of a future of equality and peace for all; to wake beside a large recycle bin, within an alley in a strange city. I felt lost, dazed and confused, Where am I and how did I get here? Slowly I got myself into a sitting position and looked around my surrounding, to discover the walls of this clean alley, were adorned with the most beautiful graffiti, bright scenes of fantasy taking up positions of prominence, unmarred by disrespectful tags,which took my breath away. And as I stared at these dream scenes in wonder, I heard a voice say to me Are you OK? I turned expecting the strong arm of law enforcement, I was suppressed to see a helping hand extended towards me and looked up into a compassionate and caring face. I dont really know. I said and I dont know where I am or how I got here. Thats OK this kind stranger said, Ill help you to your feet and we will see if we can find some answers for you and make sure you are OK. My name is Charlie and I work not far from here, do you remember your own name? I confirmed this with an introduction and slightly shaky hand shake. I found myself within a warm embrace and Charlie, asked me to walk with him out of the alley into the streets of this familiar, but somehow changed cityscape. We walked at an easy pace, as I looked about me in wonder at the beautiful architecture, which seemed to be a harmonious blending of the old and new buildings, amongst trees and flowering plants , that glowed in the bright sunlight with a vibrate healthy hue. Charlie asked me if I may be living in one of the warehouses nearby that had been converted into public housing for the needy and I said that I really didnt know. We stopped at a pleasant cafe and Charlie ordered coffee and croissants for both of us, I discovered that I had a $ 50 note in my pocket, along with a button, that obviously belonged to my worn coat and I offered to pay for our breakfast. Charlie was surprised, not by my offer, but by the sight of the currency and told me he hadnt seen real money, except in his history classes and in a collection that his parents had saved. My confusion, concerned him and his genuine compassion, nearly reduced me to tears. What was going on, surely I must be dreaming, but it all seemed so real. Its alright, said Charlie, to my obvious distress; I know someone that will help you, its not too far from here. Would you like to continue on or would you like to sit and rest for a bit? As we continued to walk along the well maintained and clean streets, I delighted in the freshness of the air and the gentle hum of the city awakening to a new day and the smiles of the friendly strangers that we encounter along the way. And then, there it was, a beautiful little white church, nestled amongst the shining, modern buildings; wreathed in living ivy, surrounded by flowering shrubs and plants, its lawn boarded by majestic old trees. Upon entering the chapel, I was struck by the feeling of calm and warmth that seemed to radiate, with the rainbows of light, that streamed in through the beautiful scenes of the stained glass windows. I ran my hand along the smooth wood of the pews, that had been polished by years of loving use and care and I lost myself in serenity. Ah I thought, we are here to see a priest. Just then, Charlie spoke, breaking me out of my daze, Is there a particular spiritual group that you feel you belong to? And my startled look, caused him to ask, Or are you of no particular religious faith? We are a Multi denominational congregation here and we also have the services of aid workers close at hand. I looked with wonder at the symbols that adored the pastel coloured walls, to my delight all faiths were represented amongst the framed pictures of the pristine nature of this beautiful blue planet, as tears of joy tracked down my face. Thinking I was distressed again, Charlie once again enfolded me in a loving embrace, assuring me I would be cared for, as we were all citizens, equal in the eyes of the law and all the spiritual representatives of The loving Universe. So I was shown to a cosy little room and seated upon a comfortable chair and told that he would put me into the Brothers loving care. Sitting in comfort and safety, which is rare within my own materialistic society, I felt the presence of maternal care and realised I was experiencing the reality of my dreams for our future and this was the realisation of that dream I seemed to be living, this was an affirmation and a blessing, for understanding and striving for the Universes desire for all to truly all of her children. Smiling at myself and my vision made real, I drifted back into the embrace if sleep. To wake within the arms of the love of my life, within the golden dawning light of a new day within my own time. And I knew that my dream, could, should and would become a reality. If we dream it and believe it, we will achieve it. So mote it be. Marc Sweeney Jan. 2014
Posted on: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 00:47:26 +0000
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