Keeping the Dream

I believe in the sacredness and intrinsic value of each individual - whether actualized or not.

I believe in the sacredness and intrinsic presence of Spirit - whether perceived or not.

I believe healing through personal efforts and through spiritual grace is available to all persons regardless of religious beliefs, political persuasions or life choices.

I believe in the power of finding and using one’s voice.

I believe that personal healing is the seed for global healing.

I believe brotherhood cannot exist without sisterhood, and that honoring the earth is dependent upon honoring each other.

I believe in children and their right to be loved and cared for.

I believe in giving our faith to Spirit. To the government we give our commitment as responsible adults to hold it accountable to the laws we participate in creating.

I believe in the healing power of art and the responsibility of the artist to both reflect and create the culture of which they are a part.

I acknowledge humankind’s potential for evil and believe in the ultimate inherent goodness of humanity.

I believe the Dream of humanity and Spirit is Love.

I believe in keeping the Dream.

Demian,
~DreamSinger

At least that’s what they’re calling for. It should snow. It’s winter and it’s the Northeast.

I’ll be at work all weekend, but I just wanted to say that when I come back I’ll have new posts for next week. I’ve been so busy recently, but things are finally starting to fall into place.

Here’s to good dreams…speaking of dreams. I had one of my sister the other night. In the midst of a busy dream, juggling things, dealing with the day to day drama of whatever was unfolding in that ethereal world, in a room full of activity and people, I suddenly realized my sister was sitting in an arm chair with her legs drapped over one arm. She was studying me, smling at me with this lovely amused look.

I cried out her name and we hugged and embraced one another. I kissed her on the forehead and she on mine. She looked at me and said with that wonderful light laughter of hers, “You’re trying too hard. Work with love.”

That was it. The dream kind of continued. I was happy to see her. She looked so good, so healthy and really whole. But my life in that dream was dealing with the dream, with the stuff that was happening around me. So not really leaving her, I left to attend to the situation at hand.

I awoke with her words repeating in my head. “You’re trying too hard. Work with love.”

It’s good advice. But then Vernice always did have that to impart.

Enjoy the snow if there’s snow in your area. Enjoy the purity of the moment, wherever you are.

With love,
Demian,
~DreamSinger