Poem for Elections!

WORDS OF WISDOM FROM A WONDERFUL DREAM

(June 26, 2015)

Go back; get down to the roots of things.

Get deep into the tiniest vein.

Find love in spite of your own self.

Invoke Spirit whenever you can.

Take time for the weak and the restless.

Have heart when your hour has come.

Think much when making your plans.

The future depends on the sacred grounds that you touch!

Find meaning in all the expressions put out to stay.

Words build real structures, so they say!

Feel support from the Ancient Theories.

And find prosperity in your own prophetic day!

Deep within we know the best way!

Deep within, we can find the best way!

                  By: Karla

Las night I dreamed something where many things happened and I only remember there being a huge party with all relatives, friends, and people alive or that have died, and also important people.  I saw my father alive, while still dead, some special spiritual forms took some of us in halters flying over a fiery, hot, dangerous area where they showed us demons, and much activity.  Yet, we were safe.

Then, I was cleaning the house and it was difficult because there were a lot of hard places to clean and I went from one greasy, dirty area to another.  It was a house, but at the same time a huge place, not a house.  People began to appear for the party and I left the cleaning to receive them.  We danced.  I danced the Vals, elegantly, but alone.  There were special musicians.  I floated through the air dancing gently.  There was a lot of food for everyone.  I was sitting at a table in another room talking with distant relatives from the US.  This was more important than the food, but finally they brought us delicious food too.  I think the relatives were my sisters-in-law.  They told me my father had written a book and all the copies were sold out.  So he wrote about 7 books and they all sold.

This morning, after dreaming this, I took my dog, Ruby, out for our daily early morning walk, and for some reason, thinking in Barack Obama, the first two lines of this poem came to me.  I returned home and wrote it all down immediately, (after giving Ruby her food, of course!)  We (and Pascual´s friend, Dario, joke about the good food and first attention Ruby gets.

Reflecting upon this, I realize this dream was provoked by something I heard on the news in these days.  Obama was in a conference and a hackler made bad comments to him.  He said, ¨This is my house and you should respect it¨ (or something similar).  By ¨my¨ house he obviously meant ¨our¨ house.  I was impressed with his patience and skill in handling the situation, and obviously, it had an impact on my mind in the unconcious!  Also, elections are up and it also obviously has to do with that.

Some years ago, in 1989, more or less, I wrote a song, one of my first songs, that I called ¨My House¨.  I don´t have a copy of it, but it went something like this, ¨Let´s start with a house, a small one not too big, decorate, and put love within.  With wood floors, and big glass doors, flowers, children and animals.  

My house, my house, gets bigger and bigger.  My house, my house is so much prettier.  In my house, my house, we live together, and in my house, my house, We cure all pains¨!

I used to sing it and Pascual mimicked me singing, ¨my house, my house¨ while working.  My daughter used to sing along with him and they laughed about it!  She was very small at that time.  Then Pascual would ask me, ¨how does the song go¨? And he would continue singing, in his particular way of poking fun at people!