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The Journal of Dreams 01/29/2010

No wonder Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s heart was older than its time…

I understand.

Revelation \Rev`e*la”tion\, n. [F. r[‘e]v[‘e]lation, L. revelatio. See Reveal.]

1. The act of revealing, disclosing, or discovering to others what was before unknown to them. [1913 Webster]

2. That which is revealed. [1913 Webster]

3. (Theol.)
   (a) The act of revealing divine truth.
   (b) That which is revealed by God to man; esp., the Bible. [1913 Webster]

By revelation he made known unto me the mystery, as I wrote afore in few words. –Eph. iii. 3. [1913 Webster]

4. Specifically, the last book of the sacred canon, containing the prophecies of St. John; the Apocalypse or Book of Revelation or The Revelation of Saint John. [1913 Webster]

revelation

noun

1: the speech act of making something evident [syn: disclosure, revealing]
2: an enlightening or astonishing disclosure
3: communication of knowledge to man by a divine or supernatural agency
4: the last book of the New Testament; contains visionary descriptions of heaven and of conflicts between good and evil and of the end of the world; attributed to Saint John the apostle [syn: Revelation of Saint John the Divine, Apocalypse, Book of Revelation]

THE REVELATION PAINTING

~made known unto me the mystery~

Little was know what this all meant until today.  The core of this entire project shines into and around me.  The Revelation Painting has evolved from an originally religious painting to a painting which reveals truth in so many levels.  The truth of corruption and religion itself, the truth about power and its manipulation of humanity, the truth of how life is meaningless where the opportunity exist to make money and the true crimes against humanity occurring every single day!

Although it has “always been this way”, does it have to remain this way?  If a person was not born into wealth, does it make them any less of a human being?  This is the true core of the matter.  I tried to explain to a doctor once that the world is losing its humility, modesty and compassion for one another and he abruptly stated:  “We are human, we make mistakes.”  I thought:  “That is the biggest mistake of all; making excuses for ignorance as though that makes it unavoidable.”

Who, not what gives the wealthy of this earth the absolute right to make decisions which destroys human life?  It should be the other way around in a world where human existence has value.  Instead of having ten mansions that a person cannot possibly live in at the same time, it should be mandatory to forfeit minimally 10% of net income to a measurable cause.  Measurable, meaning the world see’s the effect and people truly benefit.

When you have some much money you can’t spend it, ten houses, 5 yachts, eighteen cars, and on and on, why not feed a child a piece of bread to give her strength to walk away from a vulture standing over her waiting patiently for her demise?  Why should any fellow human being have to endure that type of torture-EVER?  There are children in South Africa who don’t even know we have been to the moon…imagine.  In a way, that may be better, then they will never know how the world left them behind…our brothers and sisters.

They will never know how our greediness destroyed the earth and killed the dreams they never even knew they had…

In A World Not So Far From Your Own

In a world not so far from your own there is a distant rumble of horses’ hooves on cobblestone streets.
The spine chilling shrill of medieval swords mating in the moonlight conceiving justice and honor.
Beautiful souls seek desperately for the answers but haven’t yet asked the questions.

Murals depicting beauty and faith; angelic women fade from the walls of his castle.
Each season brings more unbearable heat and frustration…

The big fish, our brothers no longer sparkle in the twilight of the sea

as they did in their final rage.
Trees we planted, which in fact were faithful to the end are all gone now,
they house this realm we call technology.

In a world not so far from your own
ugly, hollow faces stare down on our children laughing at what we’ve left them:

No horses or swords to fight their battles, no forest to seek shelter,

no imagination from which to rebuild their dreams…
In a world not so far from your own.

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The Journal of Dreams 01/22/2010

Da Vinci was a brilliant man and a trickster apparently.  I think he spent a lot of time amusing himself.  Definitely he was ahead of his time.  That is what I am wondering about today.  Why are some people “ahead” of their times?  There is a simple philosophy I discovered some time ago when I tried to understand the who, what, when, where and how of us as human beings.  What I came up with was that we are products of all of our interactions and experiences.  How could we be more than that if we never experienced it or learned it?  In DaVinci’s case it was imagination which allowed him to cross the boundaries of technology, to create flying machines in his mind and apply them to paper.  Of course he had to have some understanding of flight and gravity as well as other understanding of the things he built.

What about poets who write about things they have not experienced and the use of words that they never have used and do not know what they mean?  Where did that come from?  I wonder about the transition between life and death.  Just because we do not physically see a body anymore when someone dies, does that mean that they are not here with us?  What I have learned as a trauma nurse is that a body is a heavy burden to carry.  It only houses our spirit and our soul.  Even from the day we are born, this physical body is heavy for us regardless of its weight.  Imagine if your spirit was a fleeting light which darted from place to place too fast for the human eye to catch it?  It seems right when talking about the bright light of God and that we were created in his image doesn’t it?  Haven’t you ever seen something from the corner of your eye only to turn and it is gone?

What if that is a spirit that our physical bodies aren’t fast enough to keep up with and that our physical brains chalk up to impossible because it does not have the capability to understand it, something like a self-preservation mode.  If it seems illogical, then the brain rejects it.  What is that we see from the corner of our eye?  Also, if you have ever noticed that when you are extremely tired, it is then that those things become more clear.  Sometimes when I am exhausted, when I wake up for the first few minutes when I move my arms, it is like a trail of arms because the mind cannot keep up with the movement.  It is like drawing a picture which changes ever so slightly on the page corners of a book.  When you fold the pages back and let it flip, it creates a movie.

Our brain may be fast enough when it is rested, but what when it is tired?  Do we see the individual pieces which make the whole picture?  How do I not know at this very moment, that there aren’t spirits surrounding me watching me work?  Just because I cannot see it, it does not mean that it isn’t so.  How do we know that DaVinci didn’t sketch those flying machines through a guided hand of a spirit?  We do not.  Often times people say I think too much.  They are only seeing the waking part of my thinking.  If they saw the sleeping part of my thinking (my dreams), they would wonder how I survive at all!  How do we know that we are not someone reincarnated?  How do we know that we do not come back over and over just to experience all the things we didn’t understand the first time around?  Where does Deja vu come from?

Circle of Seven

 Would it be marvelous to save this old and weary soul?

 Shadows dance aimlessly toward its demise. Visionless of what we have and limitless in belief it will never end, we seem to anticipate a brighter explosion of tomorrow through darkness of yesterday’s eyes.

 Mumbling voices echo, hit their knees for the first time. Prayer trickles through empty corridors as a soul begs to be set free. Physical limitations crushing, override the spirit. So it creeps in, this thing called destiny.

 No sadness lingers at lifetime’s edge, no mystery unraveled, or story to tell. Only the tempting call of affirmation and worth when ones standing are left behind, as the soul rises from its heavy shell.

 Shadows move closer to graciously accept, the soul dances weightless within the heaven-bound circle of seven. Rejoicing tears splash on earth mimicking soft rain as the old, weary soul travels gently toward heaven.