Singing at the Border

I had an amazing dream last night (January 12, 2019)! I fell asleep thinking of the proposed border wall with Mexico and trying to beam light and peace to that long line on the map that for thousands of human years was never a border or boundary for people crossing. I thought of the small engraved silver plate I inherited from my grandmother’s stepfather – William Morris Stewart. He was the first senator from Nevada and this plate was a gift from the Cortes family of Mexico to him in thanks for his help. What had he done? He had helped procure US government funding so that US troops would cross south over the border to help the Mexican government put down their ‘Indians.’ And I thought of the Eagle and the Condor. And planted dreams, a la Toltec.

At 6 am I find myself in a large and expansive field that feels like it may be the border between the US and Mexico. Or somewhere else that is a zone a conflict. And it is both arid and barren and filled with thousands of people attending a large, open air concert at the same time. In the front (to the east) are the musicians and singer. They seem South African, almost like Nelson Mandela.

He is about to sing his song, when the whole audience (thousands) start chanting it in unison, in perfect harmony. Everybody knows the words (which are not in English, but some other language I have never heard before.) The singer wanders through the crowd, not singing at all, overwhelmed that so many people know the words. He wanders among us. The song continues for several minutes.

And then there is the barren field again, large and dusty. I ride a bike around it a bit, with one of my children. And I hear “now is the time to build in this field an ecological garden.” And I see abundant green plants growing in beauty and abundance.

To create what we want to see in this world, we need to dream it first. That dream can become our reality, our collective one. I share this dream into cyberspace, hoping that perhaps it will become reality. It can, if enough of us anchor it down to make it real.

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Tuve un sueño magnifico anoche. Estaba pensando en el muro propuesta por la frontera entre EEUU y Méjico, esta frontera que por miles de años seres humanos han cruzado libremente. Pensé en un plato de plata que tengo que fue un regalo al padrastro de mi abuela – William Morris Stewart, quien fue el primer senador de Nevada, por haber ayudado a ganar apoyo en el senado de EEUU para mandar tropas EEUU a Méjico para suprimir un levantamiento indígena cerca la frontera. Pensé en el águila y el cóndor. Y plante mis sueños, a la Tolteca.

A las 6 de la mañana, me encuentro en un lugar grande que parece como la frontera entre EEUU y Méjico. U otra frontera de conflicto. Es a la misma vez muy árido y estéril y llena con miles de personas para un concierto al aire libre.  Adelante están los músicos, hacia el este.  Parecían como Sud Africanos, casi como Nelson Mandela.

El cantante va a empezar a cantar cuando los miles de personas se ponen a cantar todos juntos, unidos y en armonía total.  Todos conocen las letras, que son en un idioma que no reconozco.  El cantante es sumamente movido y camina entre las multitudes sin cantar, solo escuchando todos cantando su canción.  Este dura algunos minutos.

Y otra vez el lugar es árido y casi vacío.  Ando en una bicicleta con uno de mis hijos, por pozos y con polvo.  Y entonces escucho claramente: “Ahora es el tiempo para plantar un jardín ecológico aquí.”  Y veo/imagino flores y plantas verdes llenando todo este lugar con belleza y abundancia.

Comparto este sueño al ciberespacio con la esperanza que se pueda llegar a la realidad.  Es posible si hacemos el esfuerzo para anclarlo con fuerza, coraje y visión.

 

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