The Trefoil Muse

The animals are confused.  They have noticed we human beings are suffering.  They have gathered about me to convey their concern.

“What can be done?” I ask.  “I have been through the dark tunnel of despair. I am loathe to go there again.  The air inside the void is stagnant yet fraught with turbulence and electricity.  It smells sour.  The land is picked clean.  It has become barren, a desert. The people are starving.  They are dirty because there is no water left for them to wash and they have abandoned the search.  They are so entrenched in their own inner pain, they cannot see beyond the horizon.  I do not want to enter there again!  If I survive the dream walk, I will emerge weak and vulnerable myself.”

I hear Hummingbird laugh.  He is laughing at me!  I am angered by this and my belly begins to boil.  Annoyed, I reply to Hummingbirds laughter.

“I was ordered not to re-enter the dark realm.”  But even as I utter the words, I realize my ego was the voice which did the ordering.  I take a deep breath and calmly exhale.  Smiling now, I thank Hummingbird.  He is very wise.  Humbly, I admit I have been allowing my ego to rule my destiny.  My instinct now is to return to the awareness of my heart.  My heart is the safest place to be.

I will allow my heart to lead me forward into the dark realm.  My heart is my drum.  It beats strong and loud.  It is my most powerful tool.   The animals surround me.  They will guide and protect me from harm.  My hands, an extension of my heart reach forward and rip open the dark veil. My entourage and I step up into the dark realm.

What we have stepped into is the mind set of human kind.  It is very likely our present reality which is Hell, right here on earth.  I notice that the people are writhing and moaning in pain.  They do not know how to break out of their present pattern of thinking.  Electric transmissions pass from one head to another like a shock wave.  The negativity here is rampant.  The most prevalent thought pattern I am hearing is, “I am not good enough but you are not good enough either. If you have what I want, I will take if from you.”  The vampire electrodes pass like fingers from one victim to another in an endless rotation of pain.

I know that I am safe within my heart while I move among the people but I am disturbed to see that the children are attempting to ease the pain of their adult parents.  Passion ebbs within my heart as I grab up an innocent then I take the hand of another. 

They are too young to understand  the harm in this.  These children do not deserve this way of life.  I notice that some children have already begun to mirror the habits of their adult counter parts.  They are desperate to be noticed. Bad attention seems to be better than no attention at all.  Their hearts have begun to dissolve.  Love can be angry.  It can hurt.

I feel the bitter sweet pain of the children stabbing at my own heart.  We do not have to become the victims of another’s mistake.  We do not have to become a victim of our own either.  What we perceive to be a mistake may be just a simple lesson.  Learn a better way!  We have choices!  Move on from your past by becoming better than you are right now.  I must appeal to the children.  We are all children at heart.

“You are causing yourself pain,” I tell them, “Follow your heart and you will mend.  Put your hand out to another in a heartfelt manner so they may mend. Remove blocks, show your heart.  You will find joy.  Share with others.  There is strength in friendship, find love.  Love is the food your ego starves you of.”

I am surprised to see first one hand extended, then another and another.  People are smiling. The air smells sweeter.  Rain is falling. The land has new growth. There is food enough for all.  The human beings are grateful. They have found Peace.

The entourage of animals and I are able to rest for now. Help us maintain a sense of peace.  Will you lend your hands?