News From the Other World

Having happily received a different kind of news this morning (see Footprints in the Sand), I walked to the back lake and eased effortlessly into the perfect temperature calm waters. Mostly I’m at the back lake in the late afternoon, but it was a good choice to come mid-morning, when the world was still fresh, fewer boats out and the sun slowly warming up the world. 

 

I headed for the usual raft some 200 strokes away and on the way back, felt a profound sense of oneness with the waters. Perhaps some ancient memory of the peace and security of the watery womb from which we all began life. A blessed happiness flowed throughout my whole body and in the midst of it all, I envisioned a Harris-Walz victory to come. Not just imagine the scene in my mind’s eye but feeling the full dimension of all the joy and hope and love it brought with it in my whole body. It was as real and tangible as if it had been happening right in the moment. 

 

I’m far from claiming a prophet’s second-sight, but I’ve had such pre-visions before and they all came true exactly as I had imagined them. Not to say we all should relax and stop writing postcards and calling people to remind them to vote and such. But to offer the possibility that this news came from the Other World where it is in everyone’s interest that their descendants still walking this earth can bring the joy, healing and justice we all deserve one step further down the road. 

 

I often quote an Irish saying that “what’s wrong in this world can only be healed by those in the other world and what’s wrong in the other world can only be healing by those in this world.” That is to say that we have the bodies and breath to continue the work our ancestors left unfinished and they are depending upon us to help heal those wandering lost because their stories were never told and no one grieved for them. But we can’t do it alone and so the notion of angels watching over us and ancestors showing up at the dancing ring blessing us with their invisible presence is part of the full conversation we all need to have. 

 

So having had a visitation from those ancestors while swimming in the healing waters of Lower Herring Lake in Northern Michigan, I’m just here to report it and keep it in mind as we continue the necessary work to make it so. 

 

And may it be so!