“Where there’s a will there’s a way.” This proverb is inspiring and true, but often our hearts are not awakened and energized. Day in and day out, we’re weighed down by a stressful world that places heavy demands on us. We are just too weary to face the injustice, oppression, waste, pollution, falsehoods, violence, disease, and divisions that afflict our world. Fears and even visions of disaster, of crashes, may just add to our experience of being overwhelmed.
The Dream Following a tough day in January 2006, deep into the night, I had a mysterious dream. I was in the Earth, in a roomy cave, looking toward a further smaller cave ahead of me. When, emerging from that smaller cave, I saw a very old woman, an ancestral Grandmother. As soon as her face caught some light, she began presenting the 10 reasons why dancing is so important. At first, I wasn’t listening well. I was more interested in this person who wore colorful but faded clothes, simple and rough, with curious handiworks attached. I assumed she was a farmer and likely a healer as well. She was Native American, very connected to Mother Earth, and there was sacredness all about her. I don’t specifically recall the wise woman’s first 5 reasons for the importance of dancing, but she expressed her enthusiasm for family, full receptivity, healing, rejoicing, and breakthroughs. As the woman began her sixth reason for the importance of dancing, her disciplined, orderly approach caught my attention. Right away I started ardently focusing on remembering what she was sharing and repeating her reasons in my mind as best I could. As I share her gift now, I will state her reason for the importance of dancing, share what I can remember about her explanation, and add my reflections. Touching the Earth The ancestral Grandmother’s sixth reason is that dancing puts the dancer in touch with the Earth. Much of what she said was over my head, but I was picturing beautifully unrestrained, barefoot people reveling in direct physical contact with the Earth while dancing. Additionally, she was describing how dancing places us into a stimulating, collaborative union with the Earth – a communion. I’m a thinker, a chess player. I teach computing. I’ve never been much of a dancer. But I’m learning that when we touch the Earth, we become connected with a Reality far more real than the world of our making – real as in what makes us rejoice and cry – real as in the root, core, and heart of our being. Dancing can be a tremendous remedy for hard times. I am learning too that no one owns the Earth, and that no part of the Earth should be wasted. The Earth can fill all our needs, can provide all that we need to share, and can renew her gifts bounteously for future generations. We are part of her, and she is at the core and heart of our being. With the Earth, we, every day people, can do astonishing things. By way of illustration, if each person planted and cared for a single fruit tree, then in just 10 years our cities and lands would be filled with many diverse fruits. Or, if each person would learn one skill to generously teach others, we could all become incredibly skilled. Or, if communities, especially larger communities, would commit themselves to preserving the heritage of one of Humanity’s diverse cultures, particularly one of the many endangered cultures of smaller communities, then so many wondrous treasures of Humanity would be saved and shared. Spinning and Circling The Cave Grandmother’s seventh reason for the importance of dancing is the health and energy we receive from spinning and circling together. Her further words prompted me to think of having Oneness with the Universe and with all its spinning and circling objects like atoms, swirling waters, hurricanes, moons, planets, stars, galaxies, clusters of galaxies, etc. When we dance, we become dizzy and lose our self-centeredness. While circling, we admire each other’s beauty, listen, adapt to the many beats around us, stretch ourselves, remove negative labels, support each other, soothe each other’s anxieties and hurts, smile and laugh, dispel loneliness and despair, and enjoy each other’s gifts. While spinning, we sometimes fall, try again, forgive each other’s missteps, turn around, re-approach one another, reaffirm each other, embrace, lift each other high, and break free from all that holds us back. When we dance, we strengthen each other in innumerable ways. Eagles, Bears, and Dolphins The vibrant old woman’s eighth reason is that dancing helps us to transform ourselves into various awe-inspiring beings such as Eagles and Bears. While dancing as new Beings, we can change the character and direction of our lives. Likewise we can overcome our individual limitations and step by step grow into ever more splendid persons. I saw a transformative dance like this in the summer of 2010 not long after the explosion of the Deepwater Horizon oil rig. I was walking on the Dauphin Island beach and spotted some dolphins jumping into the air. Pointing I showed them to a mother and her two children. The children, a boy and a girl of about 4 and 6 years old, were thrilled to see the dolphins, and their mother and I began discussing the oil catastrophe. Soon the two children started wildly running in tight circle around the mother and I. Faster and faster they went. Soon, full of life, they were jumping like dolphins and mimicking the dolphins in other ways as well. Next, they started yelling, “Mommy, Mommy, we have to save the dolphins!” Exuberantly running, spinning, and jumping, over and over again yelling, “Mommy, Mommy, we have to save the dolphins!” Dancing can awaken our hearts to others, especially to those who are most needy. Like children dancing with Dolphins, our hearts can dance with those who living without reasonable access to water, food, land, and shelter. Our hearts can dance with our sisters and brothers who are suffering from wars. Our hearts can dance with our companions who are dying from pollution of their air, water, and land. Our hearts can dance with our friends who are being expelled from their homelands. In doing so, we can share in the character of Dolphins, Eagles, and Bears – drawing on strengths we never knew we had – transcending our self-boundaries – sharing in the Collective Spirit of the Earth – running, jumping, and yelling over and over again, “Everyone, everyone, let’s join hands, let’s save each other, let’s dance!” Uniting Past, Present, and Future Our faithful Grandmother’s ninth reason for the importance of dancing is its ability to unite people and to unite past, present, and future. By this time in the dream, I had a sense that she was a real person from the past coming to teach me things that I needed to know. Today, we have many reasons to fear for the future, but our days together on this Earth are not coming to a close. As one witness to this, see the 2012 The Mayan Word video on the right. Our days of division and injustice, however, are ending, one way or another. We will either be united in an Awakening of generosity or we be united in a crash of global suffering. These two choices are already embedded in our lives. The crash is real in all the disheartening aspects of our world and in all those who are suffering greatly now. The Awakening may appear small now but it is budding vigorously. Already our hearts are being moved from within by our growing compassion, and already the seeds of positive, communal endeavors are being sown. Our Awakening toward generosity is not an Awakening for individuals acting alone. It is even more universal than the current moment. Our ancestors and others too, who have gone before us, are ready and willing to support us with their presence, strength, prayers, and love. As our ancestral Grandmother says, “Dancing unites us! Dancing energizes us!” Many dancers among us are being lifted up by our ancestors now. A wondrous future is reaching out to us too, extending its hand to us, ready to lead us into a new dance. The invitation is before us all to join hands with our ancestors, to celebrate their hopes and dreams, to reach out as well to our wondrous future, and, with our strengthened, outstretched hands, to offer ourselves in dance-filled service to our present moment generously and gratefully! “Would you like to dance?” Waking Revolutions I remember our generous Grandmother’s next words almost exactly, “The tenth reason for the importance of dancing is making siege, a very compelling, non-violent means of creating social change and of winning revolutions!” This tenth reason was so striking that it woke me up. At that moment, as is my habit, I picked up a pencil and paper and recorded the dream as best I could. Right now I’m thinking of Martin Luther King whirling around with his heart so alive – no longer afraid to die – so happy to have seen the mountaintop – reminding us that it “is no longer a choice between violence and nonviolence in this world; it’s nonviolence or nonexistence.” As he and so many others from so many cultures have taught us, “Do not return evil for evil!” As he and so many people have sung: “Ain’t gonna let nobody turn me around” and “We Shall Overcome!” I’m thinking too of Isaiah, the prophet, who spoke of doom, yes, but more importantly encouraged us to journey together to God’s holy mountain where the “wolf” is the “guest of the lamb,” where “the leopard lies down with the kid goat, and the calf and the young lion browse together, with a little child to guide them.” We are being invited, “Come and let us go up to the Lord’s mountain,” let’s “beat” our “swords into plowshares,” our “spears into pruning hooks,” and let’s “learn war no more.” I’m thinking too of the satyagrahis (meaning “those insisting on the truth”) led by Mohandas Gandhi during the Salt March of the 1930s. The satyagrahis faced horrific violence, many died, and over 80,000 were imprisoned. They made siege non-violently by marching together to the sea and making salt. In doing so, they revealed the scope of Great Britain’s injustice on the Indian sub-continent. They convinced the world of the rightness, and with great patience and further non-violent efforts gained their freedom from Great Britain. I’m thinking of all of us too, not as overburdened laborers faced with new tasks, but as dancers waking up in this wondrous moment in history and becoming exuberant, joyful, energized, enthused – even healed – and in the near future gratefully dancing in streets for the collective victory of the whole Human Family! Thanks be to God! |
This incredible video about Mayan culture, calendars, and prophesies is representative of people around the world who are currently experiencing terrible crashes while maintaining a strong hope in the future. This video is particularly important to those of us who are living a relatively comfortable life in this world. We may not agree with everything in the video, but it can give us a growing appreciation of those who are suffering much but still living nobly. A wild poem about real dance: Jewish-Arab song of vibrant peace: Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Round Praise Dance: Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop” speech was the last speech delivered by Martin Luther King, Jr. This is a speech about his moment and our moment in history. He gave this speech on April 3, 1968, in Memphis, Tennessee, where the next day, he was assassinated. In this speech, King calls for reconciliation between all people, communal actions for progress, and nonviolent resistance. He also calls on all of us today to straighten our backs, to follow our ideals, and to not accept injustice. He concludes with a reflection on the possibility of his upcoming death. Matt, a wondrous dancer: |
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Crashing, Suffering, Compassion, Courage, and Thanksgiving
Our ancestors, from all continents and cultures, handed down stories of our prehistory to wake us up to live courageously for the benefit of all. These stories remind us of what Humanity has lost: our original companionship with the Universe and God, the first songs and winds that engendered life and caressed Creation, the gift of living in wondrously lush gardens, unity between woman and man, friendship between humanity and the animals, universal harmony, and love. These stories tell also of our great early crashes: the first jealousies, the first power-grabs, the first crimes, the first upheavals, the separation between Earth and Heaven, our divisions, our battles, and our hate. In these stories, we are the main actors striving to overcome our pain, guilt, and shame and striving to re-attain our collective Humanity, Conscience, and Oneness.
Hurting from all we’ve lost, we should collectively and courageously have immense compassion for one another. Instead, however, hurting from all we’ve lost, we, as individuals in denial, tend hardly to think of the great sufferings around us. Hurting from all we’ve lost, we, as individuals in fear, run from suffering and run from people who are suffering. Hurting from all we’ve lost, we, as individuals lured by the pursuits of personal prosperity and status, give up on what Humanity has lost. Still, no matter how hard, fast, or far we run, there’s no escape from great suffering. Yet, as individuals we try to live like this isn’t so. When great suffering comes, in shock we try to hold on to our denial, but sooner or later our illusions are shattered, we can’t ignore what we have lost, and the emptiness of our lives reveals itself. Crashed and emptied, we may harden our hearts in anger and die inside, we may disengage even more from others, or we may just sweep what has been lost under some rug in some forgotten room and lock the door shut. If so, we’re just moving on as an individual and seeing our crash as an isolated exception to our otherwise “fine” and “normal” lives. Or, alternatively, crashed and emptied, we can courageously open our hearts in compassion, see the suffering that is all around us, join our tears with the tears of God, and engage our pains and sorrows with all our energy and effort. Being now awake, we can work collectively to create a wholly renewed world where nothing is wasted, every gift is shared, and every need filled – a wholly renewed world on the course of infinite joy, generosity, hope, understanding, creativity, openness, forgiveness, and love (see prayer). We CAN save all that each of us and all Humanity has lost! Great suffering has come to me too. My daughter, Gina, at 9 months old, was killed in an automobile accident on May 9, 1986. I’m shaking right now as I write about this crash. It still hurts and I’m still struggling for wholeness. About an hour ago, I reread some words from my journal, “Gina died for me. Gina died that my life and its mission might continue. Remember Gina, remember our canoe trip [a moment of incredible unity shared between Gina and I just a few weeks before she died], remember the people of the Bay Minette and Atmore areas [where we lived at that time] and all the people that shared our life then! Remember and live!” Courage is neither about being perfect nor being a lone hero. Courage is much more about being connected to one another and showing up for one another. I have seen astounding courage and enduring love in others, and these people have inspired me to pray with Gina and pray for Gina every night. I’m still struggling to live and to be the things that I’m writing about here. I hope my simple courage to share my thoughts, experiences, and stories will also speak to you. Moreover, I am gaining the courage and love to be in union with everyone and to join the great collective endeavor to regain, not only all that has been lost, but with God’s healing to live for much more as well, much that is beyond our wildest dreams. Carl Jung, a renowned psychologist, who wrote much about Humanity’s stories and how they embody our collective nature, also spoke of suffering, “I am not what has happened to me. I am what I choose to become.” Similarly, Brené Brown, a vulnerability researcher, says, “Own your story! Don’t bury it … If you own this story you get to write the ending.” Part of the Good News is that we can all start writing the rest of Humanity’s story! I must share about another crash too, a particular crash that occurred 38 years ago, today, December 1, 1974. Real people, 92 people who will never be forgotten … children, parents, students, soldiers, runners, artists … all fellow passengers … died in that crash on that day, TWA Flight 514. It is a great sorrow whenever people die tragically, but even in such crashes, like when my daughter, Gina, died, or when my mother died suddenly, their light can shine for us in new ways. The light of TWA Flight 514 and the light of all crashes can lead us toward our great benefit, toward our great hope, and even ultimately toward our great thanksgiving. As we, fellow human beings, continue on our journey in this life, we grow together step by step, and we seek to support one another as best we can. So today, on this 38th anniversary of this crash, I would like to make the following dedication to all those who died and to all their love ones: We are never alone! We are never without help! We are never without hope! |
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Fellow Passengers Approaching a Shared Crash
It’s been two years since I first posted about the crash (this link provides a detailed description my initial experience with this crash). Until now, I have just shared what happened on November 26 and 27, 1974. On that evening and night of November 26, I had been injured and had been in significant pain, but the central experience was solidarity. In those moments, I began to have visions of a disaster on a mountainside. Slowly, I began to understand that I was witnessing a plane crash. I was suffering with the people and our hearts were joined.
The next morning, November 27, 1974, I saw the note I had written to myself during the night (not that I needed reminding): “Is there a plane crash?” The 7:00 A.M. news was about to start and I fully expected to hear news of the plane crash. But there was no news. I continued to check the news each hour throughout the day. It wasn’t until 3:00 P.M. of that day that I heard something like the following on the radio:
There was a plane crash last night in Virginia. The plane had departed from Ohio and was en route to Washington, D.C. The plane was flying in dense fog and the pilot did not see the mountain in front of it. So the plane crashed into the mountain without warning. The reason this was not announced earlier is because the plane crashed into a site of a secret White House used in the event of a nuclear war.
The announcement above is not a quote; it’s just reflective of what I remember. Also I’m not sure the announcement said “last night” but I presumed “last night” because that was when I experienced the crash. Also I’m not sure if the announcement I heard said Virginia or West Virginia. Additionally, the announcement to the best of my recollection did not mention the departing airport location in Ohio but I felt that it was very local to me. At the time, I was in Worthington, Ohio, a town within Columbus, Ohio.
When I heard this news, I felt a deep sense of completion and was very satisfied just knowing that I had been with the people in this crash, in their hour of need, when few others knew of their suffering. Because of this sense of completion, I did not at that time feel the need to follow up and learn more about this event.
Three years later, as a college senior, in the fall of 1977, I was inspired to vigorously research human suffering. The research was not for a class, and at the time I was not thinking about the crash at all. I was just driven to use my spare time to read and take notes on injustice, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Northern Ireland, the Middle East, the Holocaust, prejudice and civil rights, oppression, human divisions everywhere, various wars, the threat of nuclear war and other human-made catastrophes, … I kept this up for weeks and weeks until one night, with pages upon pages of personal notes all around me, I got up from my study table and began to pace around the room. Then, like the evening of November 26, 1974, I felt that God was coming. I stopped walking, stood in front of my notes, and kind of cleared my thoughts in anticipation of what was coming. At that moment, a rush of commanding insights began to flow powerfully through me:
The plane … we’re all in it! The whole world’s in it, everybody, all of us! We’re flying blind. Much of the blinding fog is our fixation on our own security. Despite being in the same plane, we can’t see each other! The plane … shaped like a cross … is our cross! We think things are ok, but we’re heading straight toward our mountain of security! We don’t know it, we think things are basically ok, but we’re going to crash! All of us!
Sobering, mind-numbing insights for a 21 year-old like me at the time or for anyone at any time. Oh my, oh, oh, oh … my heart was beginning to get it, all the suffering of all those people I was researching, far-away people, people removed from me in one way or another, other people too who most of the time simply fell through the cracks of my consciousness … but now a new reality … all people … the “fortunate” and the “unfortunate” … suffering was not so far off … ALL OF US … FELLOW PASSENGERS … approaching a shared crash …
But the powerful insights were still coming, more encouraging, hopeful ones now, just as mind-blowing, just as hard to accept:
God will be with us when we crash! Suffering with us! Comforting and healing us! God’s Heart joining ours! Generous, loving revolutions of the heart! And on the third day, there will be victory for all, a renewed and whole human family, joyously giving thanks!
I was shocked at it all, but, oh wow, I was getting it, we can win together! All this again brought a deep sense of completion, and that experience marked the end of that research effort and I returned to “normal” college work.
As my life progressed over the years, I realized that this future crash is not our predetermined destiny, but it is our current flight path. This sight into our future, like the similar visions of others, akin to the prophesy of Jonah, are warnings of what will be if we do not soon wake up, open our eyes, understand what happening around us, and do what is needed so that we can make a safe landing.
Yes, fellow passengers, the lively efforts of all of us are needed! We don’t have to crash! Practical, generous, all-inclusive love is such a preferable option! Let’s change our course before it’s too late! Time is generous but time is short!
Post notes:
- The crash is one of the most significant, revelatory events of my life. It is a core message that is part of who I am and what I need to do. It is also deeply remorseful and troubling. I still feel the pain but also the hope of those in that crash of 1974. Another event helps to balance this event in my life: the “key story” which centers on the love of God and the rebirth that is possible when we experience the love of God.
- Not unlike Jesus’ disciples, I do not understand the meaning of the “third day,” but the third day from November 26, 1974 was Thanksgiving Day, and I am confident that on our third day (whatever that means) of this shared crash, there will be an incredible victory for the whole human family by God’s healing where we will rejoice together. For a small glimpse into this, see this post about a dream I had concerning this great awakening that can occur with or without the crash.
- Today is the 38th anniversary of my hearing radio announcement concerning the plane crash. Such news reports on November 27, 1974 do not, however, seem to exist. I will discuss this and more in upcoming posts.
A Church of New Light
I was one of the many speakers at the 123rd anniversary celebration of New Light Missionary Baptist Church. My 10-minute reflection was a small part of the two and a half hour service filled with wisdom, exhortation, prayers, worship, history, dance, and music. I prepared these thoughts after prayer and reflecting upon my family’s experience here in Deer Park, Alabama. My words below are taken from a hard-to-hear audio recording. My reflection followed Deacon A. C. Bivens’ reflection, “My Attitude,” a remarkable talk explaining his positive attitude toward life.
“I don’t know if I’m too good with the microphone.” Everyone laughs encouragingly. “I’ll just, I’ll try here” (try speaking by the front pews without a microphone). “And I don’t know how to honor everyone here,” and Pastor Taylor and others assure me that that’s alright, “but I want to honor some other people.”
“Today, we’re celebrating 123 years. In doing so, we honor all the people who have been part of this church: people who farmed, people who washed clothes, people who fought fires, people who endured storms. We honor all the parents, grandparents, children, aunts, and uncles, who sacrificed a lot and suffered, but who lived well by faith, who hoped in a wondrous future, and who built this caring, welcoming community.
“Pastor Taylor talks about difficult times. We live in difficult times. He calls difficult times ‘these last and – ’”
Pastor Taylor and many others join in saying: “’evil days!’”
“In these struggling times, my family needed to move, and about a year ago I remember coming up here and stopping at this church and I stopped a few doors down and a kind man directed me to Earl Wood Road. Soon my family met friends there: Douglas Woods and Edward Jackson. Deer Park is a wondrous place. We were really surprised to come here at the all-around tremendous welcome, even the animals welcomed us: the birds, frogs, deer, even a coyote.
“And we found this church, New Light, a church rich in compassionate love – reaching out to all! A church that’s very like a Scripture that’s dear to me, Luke chapter 1, verse 78, ‘In the compassionate love of God, the new light,’ just like the church’s name, ‘the dawn from on high shall break upon us, to shine on us who dwell in darkness and who live in the shadow of death and to guide our feet into the way of peace!’”
As I’m continuing to say all this, there’s plenty else being proclaimed by everybody too: “Amen!” “Yes!” “That’s right!” “Alright!” “Yes, Lord!” … sighs of agreement and laughter too.
“Each Sunday the deacons come out and pray a lot of prayers that have touched my family: ‘Thank you, Father, for getting me up this morning!’ ‘Thank you, Father, for getting us ready for this day!’ ‘Thank you, Father, for the plan that you have for us this day!’
“God answers these prayers with love all through our services. We hear the answer to these prayers in our pastor’s words and in his laughter, in caring smiles all around, and we enjoy God’s answers in the spirit-filled music, the singing, the drums, the dancing! What is God saying in all this, over and over, Sunday after Sunday? ‘I love you, I love you, I love you, even if no one else loves you, I love you!’
At this point, Chastity, our organist, starts playing the organ. She’s amazing in every service with the organ and her voice. There’s clapping too. Most people are probably thinking I’m done, but I keep going.
“For 123 years, this church has been on a journey to God’s mountaintop. We’ve never been closer to that top. There’s still sacrifices to be made, suffering ahead, much to overcome, but who is with us on this journey? Who? Who strengthens us? Who – ?” (I was going to continue, “Who is always with us?”)
Everyone answers: “… God … Jesus …!”
“Jesus who comes down from Heaven to us, Jesus who is in each of us, each sister and brother! When my family, when all of us are in this church, we feel God’s loving presence.
“God’s Chariot, God’s Sweet Chariot is swinging low for us, forgiving us – no matter what we’ve done, healing us – no matter what we’ve been through, and joining us together to find our way to God’s mountaintop! This mountaintop is a dream to be followed and it’s also a blessed assurance, something we can count on! It’s also an invitation! We’re all good people! We’ve all been invited! This, like any other day, is our day, and we can do it! Together, with Jesus and the Holy Spirit, we can plant seeds, together we can share meals, together we can take care of the sick, together we can conceive new ideas, together we can work in the community, fix roofs, together can see that no one is cold during the winter! We won’t do it in a day, but we can do it!
“With the Holy Spirit and Jesus, they’re helping us to bear one another’s burdens, to forgive seventy times seventy, to comfort the sorrowful, to spread kindness wherever we go, to heal the old wounds, the old divisions, and to create a new world, a wondrous world of light, based on justice, generosity, and love! And this church, this church of New Light is being given all the grace it needs to shine its light so that people [and each of us], no matter what they’ve done, no matter what they’ve been through, can find their way to peace, and also that we can all hear deeply the healing words of God, ‘I love you, I love you, I love you, even if no one else loves you, I love you!’
“Can we say it together?” Everyone proclaims in unison, “‘I love you, I love you, I love you, even if no one else loves you, I love you!’” and concludes with simultaneous and spontaneous praise and clapping, “…Thank you, God!…Amen!…Alright!…”
Here are some beautiful songs reflective of the love and singing at New Light Missionary Baptist Church: | |
I need you to Survive – Hezekiah Walker | Trouble in My way, I have to Cry Sometimes – Dorothy Bloat |
Jesus Is Love – Melvin Williams | Praise Is What I Do – William Murphy |
Notes:
Douglas Woods and Edward Jackson are our good neighbors on Earl Wood Road and fellow church members at New Light Missionary Baptist Church.
Related posts:
The Coyote and Our New Home
The Key Story – the first time I experienced “I love you, I love you, I love you, even if no one else loves you, I love you!”