Sacred



I don’t often speak
Of my dreams
At least
Not



Directly

Because to me
My dreams are sort of
Sacred…

Dreams bring
messages
And revelations
To me
Sometimes…

Often they are
relevant
And I share what I have learned
Freely

But the dream
itself…
Is mine alone.

That said



This dream
Has been on my mind lately
And so I’m gonna write about it

It was back in 2003
The build up to the Iraq invasion
I had this dream about two months
Before the war started
I had it again
Just days before…

It was dark
I am there in Iraq
Part of the invasion force
Friends of mine
Were there too
We weren’t soldiers
We were just
There

There is fighting going on
We are on the move
Everything is going our way
Racing to capture Baghdad

Almost exactly as it would go
Just a week or so later…

There were soldiers too
And suddenly
It was like one of those WWII movie sets
With burned out houses
And bombs going off
In the background

Fighting had broken out
The soldiers ran off
To engage the enemy

That's when I noticed

Something strange
About one of the soldiers…

No one else seemed to notice
And I have no clue why I did
But there was no mistaking it

He looked back at me
As he went running in
And in his eyes
I saw it

He was god

God went running into the gunfire
Started pulling out the wounded
Struggling, laboring
Then he started pulling people out of harms way
Children
Civilians

Herding them
Protecting them

Then he was rescuing
The failing Iraqi forces
Themselves
No gunfire dared to approach him
Shielding them with his body

This seemed to displease
The commanding officer
He began shouting
At god…

He was saying
“Whathehellisthatsonofabitchdoing?”

“You there! BOY!
Just What the hell are you DOING out there?
Aiding and abetting the enemy!
Why on earth would you put your life on the line
For an IRAQI?!”

And god said:


“What’s an Iraqi?”

Throwing Stones

This topic came up again today
And I just can't say it any better than this song


Throwing Stones
Grateful Dead

Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning
Spinning free
Dizzy with eternity

Paint it with a skin of sky
Brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home
For you and me

A peaceful place
Or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face

But afraid
We may lay our home to waste


There's a fear down here we can't forget
Hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singing:
Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Now watch as the ball revolves
And the nighttime falls
Again the hunt begins
Again the blood wind calls

By and by again
The morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes
From some men's eyes

It strolls the sidewalks
And it rolls the streets
Staking turf, dividing up meat
Nightmare spook, piece of heat

It's you and me
You and me…

Click, flash blade in ghetto night
Rudy’s looking for a fight
Rat cat alley roll them bones
Need that cash to feed that jones
And the politician's throwing stones
Singing:
Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Commissars and pin-striped bosses
Role the dice
Any way they fall
Guess who gets to pay the price?

Money green
Proletarian gray
Selling guns
Instead of food today

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones
And the politician's throwing stones
Singing:
Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes all fall down

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink

History's page, will be neatly carved in stone
The future's here
We are it
We are on our own
On our own
On our own

On our own

If the game is lost
Then we're all the same
No one left to place
Or take the blame

We will leave this place
An empty stone
Or that shinning ball of blue
We can call our home


So the kids they dance
And shake their bones
And the politicians, throwing stones
Singing:
Ashes ashes all fall down

Ashes ashes, all fall down

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing "black goes south and white comes north"

In a whole world full of petty wars
Singing "I got mine and you got yours"

And the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace

And the radical he rant and rage
Singing "someone got to turn the page"

And the rich man in his summer home
Singing "Just leave well enough alone"

But his pants are down, his cover's blown

And the politicians throwing stones
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones
Cause its all too clear we're on our own
Singing:
Ashes ashes, all fall down

Ashes ashes, all fall down

Picture a bright blue ball
Just spinning
Spinning free

It's dizzyingThe possibilities...

Ashes ashes, all fall down
(Ashes ashes, all fall down)

Ashes ashes, all fall down
(Ashes ashes, all fall down)

Ashes ashes, all fall down
(Ashes ashes, all fall down)

Grateful Dead
©Ice Nine Publications - 1982