DARKNESS AND LIGHT
The Dream of the Broken Sky
I dream a dream in which I find myself standing on the road in a familiar neighborhood. Huge, dark clouds have been gathering in the sky for a while and
I know it is passed time for me to seek shelter. I consider making a dash for one of the apartment buildings nearby but their lights appear to be off and
I’m not sure I will be able to get inside. Alternately, I could return to my car and head for somewhere safe, praying all the way. I'm just not sure I will be
able to make it before the menacing storm finally breaks.
Then all of a sudden I see a familiar figure, just standing there on the sidewalk a few feet away. The figure is of a person who sometimes appears to me
in my dreams as male, and sometimes as female but in this case takes the form of a beautiful, young woman. I experience great feelings of love for this
figure and am filled with joy at the sight of them. Walking over to where she is standing, I cup the woman's face in my hands and pose the following
question: “This is a dream right?” To which she replies “Yes.” Suddenly, as suddenly as the figure which appeared to me in the road, another surprising
event occurs: The almost forgotten sun reemerges, filling the left side of the sky with a warm, brilliant light similar in a way to the spiritual light the
figure exudes. With darkness and dread now limited to only half the face of heaven, the sky no longer seems as utterly threatening, grim or
unappeasable, and when I awake I experience for the first time in a long time, a sense of renewed hope for the future.
To those who believe that because the level of religious conflict, cultural polarization, political fracture and economic inequality appears to be
intensifying, to those who believe that the world is further away than ever from the cherished ideal of unity and peace, we who are of the House of We
respectfully present the following for your consideration:
We are poised on the cusp of global, all-encompassing transformation, world-wide, planetary transformation. Half in the old, half in the new, at the end
of yesterday, at the beginning of tomorrow we are living in a time of "huge tumbling boulders," a time of shifting, a time of change. Split between two
houses, one in a state of collapse, the other in the midst of being born, with but a single foundation, we are caught in the middle of a turbulent,
sometimes violent metamorphosis. We are on a ship which at the moment cannot be righted, in the heart of the storm, in the marrow of the
interregnum. We are the tension between progress and retreat, thrust and inertia, gravity and flight: That unsound, perilous place between the future
that is calling and the past that is dwindling away.
Until that new, more inclusive, more equitable, more welcoming house replaces the old, narrow, stratified one, until it becomes more stable and more
well-defined, until people learn to trust it, to realize that instead of threatening them it will nourish and protect them as never before, until the
caterpillar becomes the butterfly there are those among us who will cling to the status quo with a fury that originates not as they claim in the depth of
their faith, in their love of Jesus, in their reverence for the constitution but in their fear of being usurped. “Jews will not replace us!” they exclaim, but it
isn’t just the Jews they worry about. It’s whoever evokes their fear of losing control. Nothing less than the dominance of the straight, white, Christian
male is at stake and the straight, white, Christian male will not go gently into that rainbow colored, “radical, leftist” multi-cultural night. They will go it
seems, with weapons raised and torches blazing.
To those who declare, “we see more breaking apart than coming together,” we humbly counsel: try not to see just what’s in front of you. Try to see the
deeper meaning. The level of religious and political conflict in the world is definitely on the rise but that is only because the closer we are to the
threshold of change, the greater the fear. Like shadow and light, like the black clouds and the golden sun in “the dream of the broken sky,” progress
and resistance to progress are opposite sides of the same psychological pendulum. As the specter of one grows larger, its reactionary counterpart
intensifies. There is no contradiction between the heightening of conflict, especially in the margins of society and the fact that a profound, holistic
transformation is beginning to take hold in the all-important mainstream. Subjects always considered controversial if not taboo, race, religion, gender,
class and sexuality are being discussed on a deeper level and in a more open fashion by the public at large. On the one hand, progressive movements
like Black Lives Matter, Occupy Wall street, the Green New Deal, Me Too, Times Up, Marriage and Gender Equality are moving social consciousness
forward while their reactionary counterpart: white supremacy, economic nationalism, religious triumphalism, sexism and homophobia are desperately
struggling to move it back.
Because we are at a crossroads in which no one, not the progressive or the reactionary senses a stable ground beneath them, in which all the
structures, from government to religion to culture are in a state of flux, in which the opposite extremes are hurtling towards each other like the huge
tumbling boulders that crash and collide in the dream of “The Shifting,” it is exactly the right moment for a grass roots movement based on a vision of
religious and spiritual unity to emerge.
In the end, I believe the value of greater unity because it is the apposite value for the time will prevail, though not in a manner that vanquishes diversity
or that will prevent it from dominating again at some point in the future, and this is as it should be...