Of Victories — and Dreams: Hold Them for the Whole Wild, Fun Ride

First of all this evening, I want to give thanks for the partial and current victory for the Native American Sioux and all the supporters at Standing Rock. I don’t trust that this isn’t a red herring, but I keep sending blessing for wisdom to the leadership there to be discerning. I also do not trust the government, especially those in North Dakota, and I certainly don’t trust Trump. This deal needs to be sealed before January 20. If it’s not, I know the current bargaining was not in good faith — honest interpretation and expectation based on past behaviors — consequences of previous and prolonged deceit.

However, the Water Protectors there now and all of us who have at the very least on an energetic level supported them can be filled with gratitude. We can keep holding the vision of a pipeline-free Missouri River. We can continue projecting positivity that maybe, this time, the Native Americans will actually be respected and not cast aside for the sake of profit and convenience of a people who never had a right to usurp the authority they now wield. We are where we are, and hopefully a critical mass of us will fall into the fellowship of the Heart, regardless of race, tribe, or culture.

Moving on, I want to indulge in discussing the dreams of our lives. A friend of mine from across the Atlantic wrote a wonderful poem that I read this morning, and it spurred my thoughts about dreaming. (I shared the link in a Facebook post this morning.)

Creating, envisioning, and living our dreams has to do with parts of the process I have described so frequently. And what Chrissy reminded me of today is to remember that our Purpose and Vision contain dreams, dreams that can only be realized in Heart, dreams that Ego has nothing to do with. Dreams are meant to be guiltlessly pleasurable, and Ego loves slathering on the guilt, so it has to go as our mind-soul processing engine.

To live our dreams, we have to let go of the ego-familiarity of everything we know. Why? We haven’t awakened to our dreams if they are still dreams, and that means our current mode of operation isn’t working. Be gone, ego. Live, dreams. Relish them, my soul, and abandon all for those dreams.

Know this: once that path is entered, we either follow it to completion or it is more than likely lost. Gone. Vanished. Like those dreams we wake from in the middle of the night and we think we will remember them, but when morning comes, the dreams are gone. We have to grab hold of them, write them down, live them fully.

They can be fun and flighty and unrealistic. They can be grand and noble. They almost surely will mutate as we engage in the process and learn and grow, but we will always be moving forward because we have chosen to live the dreams.

Mine? Let me share. When I made that decision of my Purpose to be a writer in order to live my Heart, I dreamed of being a poet. I started trying to write poetry every day. I did for a bit. I developed a thematic idea. It’s one I still work on occasionally; it is not dead because I kept moving forward in being a writer.

My dream, as literal dreams do, shifted shape into a novel. And after completing that, although in yet another revision, I wrote most of a second novel — on the back burner for now with my poems but ever in my subconscious and notes and additions still being made. However, my Heart knew what I needed and the dream morphed again into this crazy daily writing, which has helped me clearly develop a solid philosophy and convinced my mind and soul that I can make this happen.

Every day for 302 days now, no matter what else has gone on, what other responsibilities and projects I tend to, I have produced this daily post. I have grown as a writer and thinker. I need to do so much more, but it doesn’t matter because I’m living my dream of being a writer.

That’s it. I’m a writer and it feels great. Fantastic, in fact. And even though I care deeply and have passions about social and political issues, those do not change the reality for me or dull the joy of my dream. Yes, I will say it again: I am a writer, a prolific writer who affects at least a few people positively every single day. Pretty awesome to me.

And your dream? Oh, dream it, write it down, grasp it in your mind and soul, follow it with Heart-wisdom, and forget everything else in your pursuit of that. Do not allow your own Ego or the Ego of others to call you back from the path, or when you turn back around, the path may have melted into tangled underbrush and be indiscernible. Grab the dream and don’t let go. Ride it to wherever it takes you and learn, grow, adapt, but ride it, ride it in joy.

Many Native Americans at Standing Rock are doing that this very night!

​Sound good? I hope so. Blessings!