The Dream is Awakened
The Dream is Awakened
It is Nov 5, and we have an inspiring new president.
I FEEL SO WONDERFUL and I just keep tearing up. When I saw that park in Chicago so filled with love and light I remembered the last time I had viewed that space and it was during the Days of Rage from the Democratic Convention, so many years ago. That was a police riot where so many of us were maimed or killed. I wept for all the years that some of us have held this vision of freedom and justice. Images of being tear gassed and followed by the police flooded my thoughts..How many years we have worked to fulfill Martin’s Dream, how many years to honor the dead in Rosewood, the freedom riders Emmett Till Rosa Parks, Harriet Tubman,SojournerTruth and Martin and Malcolm and Marley and Medgar and those that drowned during the Middle Passage and on and on.
My skin may be white in this life but my heart is full as one who has fought the power since I was a teenager and this was our struggle too. I can almost imagine how much this means to the people of color everywhere. I am finally proud of my country again and excited about possibilities.
I see Barack and his family streaming with light on the stage approaching this New Day with so much hope and promise. I don;t think that many of us knew how much this would mean to us til it happened because so many of us have become comfortably or uncomfortably numb and deep down afraid to hope with all of our hearts.
I am a child of Woodstock Nation and I remember the feelings that we had back then as we sat in the rain empowered and elevated by the music, our tribe, and some fine herbs. We had dreams and saw a revolution/evolution to a world that embraced freedom and love for all. We believed that by holding that vision and dream that we could breathe life into it and see it manifest.
Crushing blow after blow of heroes slain, horrible wars, terrorism by our government on its own people and that fire of hope was barely a spark held close by a few brave ones who would periodically breathe on it to keep its tiny flame alive
This is emotional PTSD, these tears shed by so many in one global release, a cleansing of our hearts and souls long overdo..and finally the dream is not deferred.
This dream has been a long time coming but for the first time since those days, I feel like we might just be moving towards manifesting a more evolved way of living and being with each other.
The relative few of us who have kept that dream alive in our hearts have been so lonely for our tribe, for those like minded others who will pick up the torch and hold it high and share the journey and the struggle. Seeing thousands of joyful tearstained faces in the street last night let me know that the torch has indeed been passed and the flame is brighter than ever.
I have been in prayer mode for days and waiting to exhale so to speak. I am realizing this as I write. Realizing just how much this is meaning to me. I have never felt this way about any candidate or election. Part of the joy of being an empath is feeling all this good energy flying around the planet as the world rejoices with us alternately I realize that some of the pain that I have carried for these many years is not my own and I feel my whole energy body shedding these wounds that have clung to me. I do believe that we are just starting to see and feel the impact of this CHANGE and it is palpable and it is real and it is here. ASHE’ OBAMA ASHE’Hold him in the light.
Blessed Be. Flash Silvermoon
* The Wise Woman’s Tarot – http://www.flashsilvermoon.com *
So beautifully put, Flash, so much my own feelings too.
Nov. 5 I got a call from my sister who has been living happily with her husband and eventually family in Canada since she and her husband emigrated there in the mid-60s as their war protest. She said, “I don’t know why but I’ve been crying alot not just today but the past couple of weeks. I guess I’m just weird.” I told her that if she was weird so was I and a few million other people. I said I had been crying off and on for the last few months. Happy at what seemed to be happening, but afraid to hope that Obama really would be elected.
She said she had gone to bed the night before before the election results were announced–not expecting them to be announced so early. The next morning her husband brought in the morning paper with the headline was “President Barack Obama” (this Canadian paper didn’t bother with “-elect”) along with a big pic. “I couldn’t stop crying,” she said. “Obama winning the election was my birthday present.” Her birthday is Nov. 5 (Guy Fawkes Day where she now lives, as it turns out).
Have you noticed on TV the light that seems to emanate from Barack’s face? I know there are TV lights, but it’s more than that. When I see that I pray that the light that is emanating from him will surround and protect him.