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Sacred Dreams

Have you ever thought about how vividly colorful God’s dreams must be? Infrared and ultraviolet must only be the beginning of a full-tilt color spectrum for the Divine - shades, tints, and hues of unlimited possibilities.

Have you ever thought about how vividly colorful God’s dreams must be? Infrared and ultraviolet must only be the beginning of a full-tilt color spectrum for the Divine - shades, tints, and hues of unlimited possibilities.  It isn’t uncommon for many of us to believe that the earth and all of her beauty are the full realization of God’s dreams - but what if there is more? What if Earth and this life are just the beginning of dreams currently unspoken, currently untold? Do we possess imagination enough to even consider the possibilities? 

At the beginning of this year I tried to stay awake long enough for my eyes to view “59” turn into “00”. “00” for “let’s start fresh.” “00” for “how about we try that one again?” “00” for “get ready, set, GO!”

The cyclical nature of man-made rhythms isn’t always in sync with natural occurrences. Footfalls of the animal kingdom not withholding, we sometimes withhold reason until our structures begin to faint, until finally they fall. One by one we watch whole systems collapse into each other, ready to break even, rubble piling up, begging to be reassembled. Some of us walk through the debris as if we can never get entangled in the snares of fallen idols and icons. Icons siphon breath, begging to breathe again and we stoop down hoping to fill them with life. How strange a view to watch one filled with Divine air, spill its lungs to puppeteer what cannot hold itself up? 

Occasionally a year like 2020 will emerge from the belly of our collective actions, inviting us to reconsider what it means to be human. Have we forgotten the crux of it all? Did we ever really know? More than a horrendous nightmare, 2020 dared us to dream again. In no uncertain terms, 2020 declared that if at all we value life, we must dream again. We fill verbal space with words like “innovate” and “creativity,” but do we really live as though the not-yet seen can really come to be? What does it mean to create? Why should dreams, as nebulous as clouds, carry such weight?

“[...] dreaming is a sacred duty. It is the womb of the kind of thinking that moves toward life.” - Willie Jennings
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Perhaps the activity of our dreams should cause us to pause. Do we understand why we dream? With those possessing the mental capacity to meaning-make why do we struggle to accept our ability to create from a collective dreamspace? On some distant plane, hovering just beyond our immediate awareness, the ligaments of our collective unconscious strain towards connection, seeking some form of completeness we have yet to know. Do we know what is possible should we ever truly connect, should we ever truly find one another? 

We split ourselves in mini pieces each time we cut down, beat down, kill down another. Esoteric ontology aside, we can all attempt to grasp the concept of “you in me” and “me in you.” And what if this intermingled meshing of flesh, soul, and spirit on a collective level were actually true? How then would we walk through this brief life never fully seeing another, therefore never fully seeing ourselves? Our capacity to fully know self, and by extension - to fully dream, rests in our capacity to know and recognize and connect to and with another, many others. How much of me is lost in the translation of you, and when do we converse if we never connect? Have I thwarted the possibility of our connecting through a proclivity towards prejudice, even though I claim and believe unintentional harm?

Instead, do you hear the Divine extending the invitation to create a collective dream together?

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