This morning I read my deconstructionist perspective on “race” and “mental illness” and I thought about how conflict-oriented it all is…humans against systems that were created by humans…
What is the solution?
This afternoon, I took a nap and I had a dream. I was at a place with bare wood porches and screen doors, pastures that were warm in the sun. There were people there. It was gathering, a conference of sorts. There was some tension, some problem. People were scattered and I was weaving through them, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. I stood at the edge of a group, spoke to a man, “Do you think that maybe I could do a meditation, a visioning of some sort?” I looked across the field, where there were no people.
In the dream, I wanted to go there.
Then, from around the corner of the house, a parade emerged, with costumes and music and ladies kicking up their legs and horses and all sorts of rattling and rolling contraptions.
I tried to take pictures, but the images caught in the frames seemed like something else entirely.
I smiled and I smiled, delighted because I love parades, but in the dream I felt sheepish. While I had been worrying and walking about in concern? I could have been putting on a party dress and tying cymbals onto my hands. I could have been weaving flowers into the horses’ manes. I could have been planning a parade.
We are all co-creators.
When we see the world in conflict, we give power to that conflict.
When we see the world as healing, somehow it truly heals.
I prefer to imagine that, as the local marching band played in the inaugural parade in Washington today, maybe the President remembered the day that he was here in 2008 and the world really did seem like it was on the edge of some great potential resolution…that maybe something was shifting and that maybe something did shift.
The path to peace is often as troubled as the road home from war.
In other news, Dr. Seth Farber, leading proponent of the theory that mad folks who go through spiritual psychosis might have something important to share with the world, mentioned me and excerpts of this story in a post he made on Reality Sandwich, Daniel Pinchbeck’s site. I didn’t know that he was going to mention me and I left a lengthy comment. His post offers a very strong comparative perspective on spirit and madness, in the context of the historical forces that drive countercultural and theological/theosophical movements, collective shifts in redemptive ecological consciousness.