Days when people hugged, kissed, shook hands and waved at each other, and that those days might return.
To return to when your friends and neighbors were treated as such, not as plague carrying vampires. The irony here is the actual bubonic plague didn’t even get the response covid19 has, no it got turned into a children’s rhyme game: “ashes, ashes, we all fall down”. But that’s a segue.
I dream of lovers making love. Mom’s giving birth to beautiful healthy babies in safe homes with husbands/significant-others by their side, and feeding them life preserving breast milk with all the antibodies to survive this horribly dirty germy world.
I dream of shiny dome communities, making huge strides to conserve our Earth, because without it none of us will survive.
I dream of family, extended family, lovers, and friends living mostly in harmony in that community. You don’t have to get along 100% on every topic, but you can still be nice to people that don’t see things exactly as you do.
I dream of people always washing their hands after doing things where germs are present… That’s pretty frequently since we’ve already discussed how gross our world is. I dream of everyone taking responsibility for themselves and figuring out what their health needs are.
I dream of society really truly leaning how to mediate. Everyone, everyday. Including children. That would fix a ton of concerns all by itself.
I dream of a good balance between logic and intuition, between sun and rain, between wet and dry, between races and species. I dream of healthy food supplies and access for everyone to the basic needs to function in our society.
I dream of elderly being cared for by their family, so that there’s never outrage over ‘how could such and such nursing home allow mom/dad to get sick’. Understanding is more readily found with first hand experience. Compassion for those at end of life used to be a thing, I’d like it to come back. If mom’s liver and pancreas failed months or years ago, and she sits in a wheelchair 24/7/365, maybe she’s okay with a virus taking her out. Has anyone asked them? I know the rates of DNR’s among my clients has gone up significantly in the last decade, and I honor their choice everyday. A quick easy death is always preferred to slow and painful, at least until selfish family or doctors, or greedy corporations get involved.
I dream of compassion returning in lots of ways. I dream of confidence and most everyone feeling a sense of divine protection. I dream of greater understanding of it all. Knowledge is wasted where understanding is absent.
I dream of life mirroring “The Sound of Silence”: listening without ears, speaking without words, and experiencing songs that voices never sang. I dream that everyone feels have finds their connection to the divine. God is not a book, not a label, not a building or a leader. God is in everything, but is so much more, feel your way there. Mine feels like happy butterflies in my stomach, excitement, tingles of joy, like the weight has been lifted off my shoulders and my sigh of relief actually fills my belly with relief.
I dream everyone find a way to maintain their connection mostly. May we all feel excited about life again, otherwise the darkness is winning.
I dream of allergies healed, guts being healed, brains healing, and the wonderful ripple that creates for the world. The ripple of healing humanity.
May you all find ways to convey your dreams. May you reach for God and for good. May you ease your mind and help those around you ease theirs. May you love thy neighbor and find peace and calm and a knowing of all our safety. May you help others too see the light in their darkness of fear. May we know without a doubt where society is headed and point that in the best direction for all. Make the best for the most. May we all be satisfied with what’s already been accomplished.
Siva Hir Su