Last night I dreamed I died and I was in darkness… surrounded by pitch black and I remember thinking, isn’t there supposed to be light? Aren’t there supposed to be familiar faces? But there was nothing. I also felt the absence of panic, or worry even, and that’s new to me. And I decided that I could not stand there, I had to go find this light. So I slowly moved my foot along the floor (it felt like solid ground) and took a tentative step. Then I felt faith come over me and I knew I could take a step, and then another, and another and before I knew it, I was running. In the darkness not sure what to expect in front of me and I don’t know what why I chose that direction, but it felt right too. And every step I took towards wherever I was going, I felt the joy in my heart increase. And then I woke up.
I mulled over my dream for a few minutes and then had to get out of bed, but the more I think about this the more it makes sense. The whole world is covered in darkness these days. Hate, Fear, Jealousy they are blinding us. But there is something much stronger than all of these horrible things put together. Love! Even blinded in my dream I knew that love existed… I had faith that love existed and I was going to find it. And I walked, nay I ran towards it. It is the only thing that can save me from myself.
In every human being is the capacity to hate but there is also a capacity to love; to give and receive infinite amounts of love. If we can find it, if we can tap into it, the light will begin to shine again. Imagine that bright beautiful world; imagine stumbling through the darkness and getting there. I’m going to find it, with my eyes open and while I’m still alive – and I’m going to live there… will you come with me?