The Tug Of War
Denise Adaya Marcel

I had a dream last night. Powerful and simple and beautiful in the telling.  I was standing on a tropical beach with millions of others. There was a coming storm, but it was being held back by some force.  The part of the beach we were standing was in full sun and warm and peaceful.  We had a mission and we were at peace and happy and powerful.

Here is the scene: Those on the beach are all pulling on a very thick old rope, we are all lined up each having both hands on the rope, and psychically speaking to each other so we are in complete unison.  One, two, three..PULL, one two three..PULL.  At each pulling the rope came further and further out of the water.

Behind us on the beach was a long thin arched bridge filled with all the Powers That Be; in uniforms, suits, with missiles and guns; using all their weaponry railing at us to STOP, threatening us if we didn't!  We would not stop and we did not listen.  One two three..PULL, we were giddy with the revelation!  The people stretched all the way across the horizon, the rope a million miles long, and we were almost at our objective.

The Powers That Be were very agitated and bouncing around on their frail bridge and you could hear it cracking along with the rumbling sounds of the impending storm; as behind them the storm raged closer....and still we pulled.  With each pull came filth clinging to the rope, past filth and current filth, but we were going beyond that, we wanted the PURE truth, we knew it was there, and we knew once and for all truth was the only thing that would end their reign of terror.

That was what we were pulling so hard for, and you could start to see a light within the water below where the rope entered, it glow brighter and brighter...we are so close....so close that we could actually start to see our real reflections as beings of light bouncing off of frequency....right there in the water we envisioned our Divinity.  The realization compelled us to pull harder and faster.  As our manifestations demonstrated, and unfolded via fearless emergence, our true beauty shined; those on the feeble bridge faded to nothing.  Their bridge crumbled and was reduced to dust.

We had no fear any longer because we learned that the reality of their power was our fear of those who held no power over us except that fear.