I had an evil dream on Wednesday night: I witnessed a young African American boy get shot, heartlessly in the back, in the most unsuspecting way. He fell to the ground and lay, helpless on his stomach, face down, and completely still. Although he bled profusely, his heart still pumped strong, sustaining his young potential-filled, innocent life.
After achieving this destruction, the raging, furious killer did not leave the scene. Instead, the killer hovered, trying to ensure that his victim, as well as several other innocent victims on this same scene, were most assuredly deceased. This hovering, relentless murderer had succeeded in stealing the life of all his victims, all except for this one strong child, who lay still, just about to rise, just about to crawl to seek help…
…and the furious killer approaches him again, ready to completely gun him down…
…but then a glimmer of hope appears. It is me. I show up to help him.
In this young man’s bloody gaping wounds, he teeters on being killed head on by this evil force, and when I appear, I appear, NOT as a person, though (remember, this is a dream!), but as a Calm Voice. Not fully as an angel. More of an energy source. A Rescuer.
I whisper in his Ear: “Do not cave in. Stay down. Appear dead. He will leave. Then, rise.”
As I speak this quietly, there is no panic in the survivor. With gratitude, he listens. The destructive force, satisfied, departs. The young man rises, moves to safety, and thankfully survives.
Upon waking, in a state of concern, I decided to process this dream. As, this dream was part of my homework assignment as a Light Writer.
You see, I have been taking a writing course with Martha Beck ( a writer and renowned life coach) called Be the Light, and my assignment was, “after a meditative state (for me it was sleeping and a dream), return to consciousness having received a gift of knowledge.”
My dream was my meditative state.
My “A-HA Moment” was when I became The Rescuer.
The ‘Knowledge Gift’ is:
as a teacher
I offer a place of refuge, calm, and hope
for my struggling, and often very troubled students.
As a teacher, I am always a Rescuer, a Responder, or a Rebuilder.
Hope is found in my classroom.
That hope is my voice.
That hope is me.
However, Much like the Eye of a Hurricane,
The hope is not a permanent solution.
It’s a RELIEF…
A place to learn, process, and believe that life can and will get better.
And isn’t this true of anyone who comes into our life, offers genuine kindness when we are surrounded by the worst, caught in a tangled mess, that we have fallen victim to?
People who are kind are the EYES of the “Hurricanes of Life”.
They whisper sweet musings, offer a cup of water (or tea with honey), or they may even say something that, many years later, as we lay face down wounded, is whispered back into our memory and saves us.
Or, in the midst of a real hurricane like Harvey or Irma, The EYES may literally be the ones who pick us up from swirling waters and become our heroes, as they lead us to safety. And the ones who show up later to help pick up refuse and rebuild.
So, as the raging Hurricane forces continue their relentless harm, I am sharing with you, my readers, the poem I wrote originally dedicated my students (based on my above dream).
I wrote this poem as a reminder:
together, in the solidarity of helping and learning,
by offering one who is weak our strength,
we can and will overcome all darkness.
I now, on this September 11, 2017, include in the poem’s dedication ALL literal and metaphorical Hurricane Hope Holders. ALL Rescuers, Responders, Rebuilders of Hurricane Harvey, Irma, and those yet to pass us:
Thank you for being the eyes of kindness, strength and care in such fierce times.
You will not cave in.
You are our Pause of Peace. Our Glimmer of Growth. With you at the helm, we will not only rebuild, we will heal.
Here’s OUR Declaration of HOPE (written as a poem):
The Eye of the Storm — by Pamela Rae
The storm is descending;
Ocean and earth swirling with a ferocity of wind, water, and waste.
Intensified by gripping fear, biting panic, and bitterest of evil…
How is it that Inspiring Seas and Clouds of Clarity become Devastation Demons?
This is the nature of the Hurricane.
Then comes the Eye:
An angel’s voice in the midst of the chaos,
Singing a momentary song of solace,
A refuge from tangled intensity.
The Eye is a slice of what is desired:
Meaning in the most un-meaningful;
Relevancy in the ripping irrelevant;
She is the pause of peace.
What is the Eye of the Hurricane?
A sign of hope in the midst of destruction.
The glimmer of growth in gashing, gaping wounds.
The calm voice in recklessness of rage.
This is the Eye:
Temporary shelter for all who are truly unsheltered.
Harmlessness in hissing horror.
This is also the Eye:
The center of a hurricane.
A portal the heavens open,
As a singular signal of hope.
Just before the worst crushes down and around.
In the presence of the Eye do not rummage through the rubble.
Although the Eye speaks of peace,
She warns that life will still go haplessly wrong…
Heed her warning.
Not a permanent presence, the Eye acknowledges:
Pulverizing brings purging. Then peace.
Trauma will hunger for Healing,
Homes for Rebuilding,
Communities for Renewing.
To some, the Eye intensifies anxiety.
Do not fear the Eye.
The Eye is not the ferocity.
Though she stands at the storm’s center,
Here is where her power lies:
The raging storm surrounds her.
Yet, she caves not in.
She prevails in what would seem to crush her,
Because she is the energy source in the darkness,
She transforms the rage into rays.
Who is this Eye?
I am this Eye.
I am your teacher.
I overlook your tragedy,
By creating a celestial calm in the worst of your conditions.
I am this Eye,
By soothing corruption through my whispered words of sanctuary.
I am this Eye.
As your teacher,
Let me be the Eye of your Hurricane.
Let me stand at your pain’s center,
Offer you a poetic pairing to match your misfortune,
And tell you a tale of others who have gained glory, gorgeousness through despair.
I will not cave in.
The storm is touching the edge of this earth.
Yet, I am the Eye who longs to look into your eyes.
From darkness of devastation, we will bring light.
Together we will weave whisperings of hope.
We will be the Eye.
I am your teacher.
At the center of our hurricane, as the storm descends,
We will weave whisperings of hope.
As this is the nature of the Eye,
This is the nature of the teacher.
I am the Eye.
Be the Eye.
In the days of repair and renewal ahead, may we continue to pray for the deepest of healing caused by all the literal and metaphorical hurricanes in our hurting world.
And I pray that healing, that rebuilding will truly come.
Blessings and Peace,