June 3, 2016

A Twenty-First Century Story

A Twenty First Century Story

 

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs.  Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that.  Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”  - Howard Thurman

 

 

There was once a young girl who lived within a dream.  Every eight hours or so her eyes would open, and she would exclaim “alas, I have woken from this dream!”  She would feel solid, and she would keep her feet upon the ground.  While she was awake she encountered many creatures, from many spaces.  She held many forms, and she accomplished many things.  She learned to communicate with others.  She surfed the web and swam on the ocean waves.  Then weariness would come upon her and she would drift to a space where she did not feel so firm, where her feet rarely seemed to touch anything at all.  Here also she encountered many creatures, from many spaces.  She held many forms, and she accomplished many things.  She learned to morph her reality.  She flew on air waves and swam deep within the ocean.  The girl grew while she slept.  

In the time she called waking there was much to be done.  The time she slept began to fade away until she hardly kept memories from it.  She began to grow more slowly.  Then it seemed that she had stopped growing at all.  She no longer even wondered where she went when she was asleep.  There was more, and more to be done while she was awake.   Her hands began to look weary and wrinkled, and darkness grew beneath her eyes.  

One day, upon waking, the young woman exclaimed “enough of this!”  She unplugged her alarm clock and she fell back to sleep.  The young woman dreamed.  

She dreamed.

 

When she woke again she was so surprised to have dreamt that she grabbed a piece of paper and began to write down what she remembered.  As her pen danced across the page she remembered more, and more, until it was a flood of memories that gushed throughout her.  Her pen began to run, struggling to keep up with her thoughts.  

In her dream she was a singer, with a beautiful voice.  She sat beside a fire, and she played a stringed instrument that she did not recognize.  She was alone, the fire danced before her.  Then from within the fire came a voice, and it sang along beside her.  And a young girl came, and she clapped two stones together.  And an old man came, and he played a wooden flute.  And a young man came and he began to dance.  And an old woman came and they began to sing together.  And soon there were more people than the woman had ever seen.  And they danced with the fire.  And the moon shone upon trees which bore fruit and seeds.  And in a circle they began to spin until they had all gone and she was alone again.  Standing in a parking lot by a huge cement building.  And people in front of it were teeming and screaming.  

She woke.  

 

In her dream she remembered wondering, “where do I go when I am not dreaming?”

It was that day that the woman decided that she would find this place by the fire.  And just by deciding it seemed that things began aligning.  She quit her job at the local supermarket.  She had heard of a house near the equator, the man who owned it was away for most of the year.  She let go of her fear and chose to go there.  

Not a month had passed once she had arrived, before she found herself alone by a fire.  And she began to sing.  And soon a young girl came.  

From then on the woman began wondering if she was awake or if she was within a dream.  It seemed before long not to matter at all.  She began to think, can I do all the things, that I have done in dreams?  She decided she could, if she really believed.  So she started to wonder what she would like her world to be.  

She wanted to be healthy, to feel light and free.  To eat real food and to drink clean water.  She wanted to sing and to watch things grow.  Most of all she wanted to be happy.  She wanted all people to feel free.

She was not so surprised when, not a month later, she found that it was beginning to be.  It turns out there were others, waiting for her.  And they had nearly the very same dream.  A dream held by many is a very strong thing.  If only, she thought, my people back home, would see that the space they live in is a dream of their own.  

Just as she thought this; her sister, an ocean away, exclaimed upon waking, “enough of this!”  She unplugged her alarm clock and she fell back asleep.  Then something happened; the young woman dreamed.

 

This story is not intended to support non-action, but more directly intended to support the concept of being the change you want to see.  It is tempting to fight against the great beast that is wounding our mother earth.  Indeed not fighting it can at first feel like admitting defeat.  But I have come to wonder if by giving our energy towards this creature, even energy intended to defeat it, we are actually feeding and fueling it.  Perhaps it is better to go to the places that still hold some soil, to go to the places that can be healed.  If we protect these places and heal them, we are much stronger than if we remain within the cities.  These places have the power of the earth emitting from them.  It is an awesome power.

 

Utopia is no longer a fantasy.  We have everything we need to make it a reality.  It is becoming a reality.  Where do you want to be?  Not later, not when Babylon falls, but now.  Where do you want to be now?  Think about this, envision this, work for this.  And the line between work and play will disappear.  Others will see that this is a pleasant way to be.  They will follow.  Instead of fighting against the machine, screaming that everything is wrong, go to a place and make it how you envision ‘right’.  The people know that this system isn’t working.  Even the people who are stuck running it.  But they are afraid to leave without an alternative.  Let us give them an alternative.  It is fear that breeds anger.  Aloneness that drives greed.  Let’s stop pointing fingers and figure out what it is that makes us happy.  

“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs.  Ask yourself what makes you come alive, and go do that.  Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”  - Howard Thurman

 

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