Or was it more of a dream folded into a dream?

As I began to waken, the sound I had grown familiar with had changed, or rather the lack of sound.  A blanketing fog of smoke and pollution had become the norm; the deep pollution included a visible form of malevolence, anguish, and anxiety.  Yet as I grew more aware in the waking world, I could hear birds singing, their silence cast aside as they greeted the new day in earnest.  And well they might!  Making haste to the exterior door of the bedroom, I beheld the world around me had been reborn.  Sometime in the early night it must have rained, and as the sun rose over the mountains in the east, it brought myriad sparkles to the hoarfrost that formed as it turned colder.  What bright and welcome magic was this?

Oh, look!  The rutting bucks were back, prancing after their chosen mates, the foxes scampering near the compost pile, alternately choosing bits and pieces of delectable discards from my cutting board.  They laughed as they gamboled about in play and mock battles, their plump tails swishing with abandon.

Soon I found myself among the people in our town, and they laughed with delight at my questions about the changes.  “How long did you sleep, Miz Van Winkle?” they teased.  “The revolution of higher consciousness* foretold by the Turtle Island Indigenous must have swept around the planet while you lazed abed, with a veil of quilts over your head!”

Then they told me what changes had been wrought, although most of their tales concerned the US, rather understandably, gabbling in unfeigned glee…

We’d all awoken to the truth that we are not only all brothers and sisters in spirit, but that we truly are each other’s keepers, and that if you are suffering, so are we.  So revelatory it was to discover that humans were meant to cooperate, not compete, in order for all of us to survive and prosper, and that living with enough was preferable to living with A Lot.  We began to honor the big blue-green ball we live upon, and live more lightly upon her, realizing that her gifts were just that, and that we would use them as carefully and sparingly as we could.

Ah, one of the most glorious results of the collective higher consciousness was that people dared, some for the first time ever, to inquire inside themselves to see who they might be deep in their souls.  As we became more honest with ourselves, and chose to treat others as we wished we’d be treated, and to be honest with our brethren, trust became endemic; attorneys became anomalies, as handshakes sealed deals.

Our innate empathetic intuition had been restored and heightened, and once again we could feel our fellow human’s needs and pain, and act accordingly.  It was possible now to see into the past, and sense the pain we had caused others, even accidentally, so that we began to ask for forgiveness in humility, and grant it, both of which conferred sparkling molecules of blessings; they became almost visible light.  Their radiance grew and spread from horizon to horizon; even the night sky stars, planets, and Milky Way shone more brightly in harmony, and a subtle music could be heard on high by ears turned expectantly toward it.  Forgiving ourselves became important, as well, and we encouraged each other in that art; unresolved regrets were fading as we made amends as we could, and when impossible, did so in our hearts.

Our nation was in the process of becoming true and horizontal democracy, abjuring the false choices brought to us by billions of dollars; elections would be publicly financed, and a Constitutional Convention had been called for the following year.  Most of the uber-wealthy had voluntarily surrendered their assets, and massive infrastructure projects were underway: public transportation, schools resembling palaces in which children would be honored, and encouraged to explore what they yearned to study, and how to imagine, and to think critically.  They would no longer be controlled by authoritarian poisonous pedagogy.

Free healthy food distribution centers had been created, to hold people for the time being, as were free clinics, and more; workers were paid a living wage.  Parks were being built in all the big squares in every city, and were crowded with people meeting, talking, painting, doing exercises, playing, and making music.

The provisional government had already guaranteed us the Four Freedoms that FDR had long ago said should be inviolable: the freedom of speech and expression everywhere in the world; the freedom of every person to worship God in his own way – everywhere in the world; freedom from want, which, translated into world terms, means economic understandings which will secure to every nation a healthy peacetime life for its inhabitants; and the freedom from Fear, including a world-wide reduction of armaments to such a point and in such a thorough fashion that no nation will be in a position to commit an act of physical aggression against any neighbor – anywhere in the world.

We destroyed everything that had ever been genetically modified, and we dug out our troves of heirloom seeds, and shared them generously.  We learned, or relearned, the old ways of sustainable agriculture, and our crops began to thrive in healthy bounty, as we tilled the land in pleasure, and felt blessed to be able to bend over and pick up the food we grew from the ground.

The factory farms were divided to anyone interested in the modern version of ‘forty acres and a mule’ cooperatives; windbreaks and small glens of trees and shrubs were planted across the land, in order to hold the soil, permeate the air with new oxygen, shade, and beauty, the scents of the plants offering visions of what we could create by Walking In Beauty.

Ah, we honored the Four Directions and the Four Races in our hearts, Red Yellow Dark and White, and laughed at how we were once so divided and saw the Other as outside, separate from ourselves!  Religions and churches repented mightily for their dark histories of war and mayhem, all in the name of competing gods and superior, insular  ideologies; churches divested themselves of their global trillions of dollars of possessions and holdings, and contributed the money to the Common Weal.

The Big Banks on Wall Street and elsewhere were broken up and nationalized, run as utilities, as were the power and water companies.  And yes, a lot of their holdings had to be seized, but those found guilty of crimes will at least get their chances to redeem themselves.

The convicted war criminals among us, like the fraudsters and banksters who’d stolen our futures, would live in jail cells with continual loops of film showing them the results of the humans who’ve lives they’d taken or rendered insupportable by cruel and needless suffering in the name of Empire and/or Obscene Profit.  There would be Truth and Reconciliation hearings at some point, and they would be able to be treated for the underlying causes of their propensity for evil, if it were warranted.  I couldn’t possibly predict if they can or will be able to show that they should eventually be allowed to walk among their fellow humans again or not.

The thousands of US military bases around the world were shuttered as the Imperium was wound down; soldiers were given the same monthly stipend the rest of us were, that we might have enough to live on until we found other jobs or endeavors to make some money.  The State Security agencies were closed, privacy was restored to all citizens, and feeling the yoke of coercion removed, we began to feel free, with all the awareness of personal responsibility that state implies.

Police were advises that their duty was to keep the peace, and that violators would be prosecuted.  No more would they kill blacks/browns/dissidents/the poor with impunity; political prisoners were freed after brief case reviews by enlightened judges of the Civil Rights kind.

And what had happened to the fog of pollution?  It was said that it had begun to whirl, and as it did, it lifted off the land, and whirled ever higher…until, like a kid’s pinwheel coming unstuck from its stick, one point of the wheel pulled itself into the sky…and the rest followed, and disappeared, forever neutralized by collective intentional and directed thought.

I had a dream last night; what a lovely dream it was…

We learned to love each other, or at the very least, respect each other, and that our separations are largely illusions.  We are all made of stardust, and those who commit evil deeds may be sick, and need healing, as the traditional Diné believe.

Listen to the heartbeats of the hand drums, the chk-chk of gourd rattles, and the whispers of the Ancestors.  Live well, live with justice, and honor the Earth!  Live the Light when you can!

 

 

* (There were a few tall-tale raconteurs who’d claimed that the new consciousness was really down to the visit of Spaceships from other worlds, other dimensions…providing  some big ol’ reality checks to our arrogant Exceptionalist beliefs, but I for one don’t believe them.)

 

 (cross-posted at Cafe-Babylon.net)