It isn’t about great political change or greater equality for all humans, exactly. And it isn’t about the evolution of humanity to our highest potential or the realization of universal compassion, outright. However, it is about the greatest possible leap in our consciousness toward those things; and it is about what is necessary to make room in our future history for the fruition and maturation of all that is grandest in us.
In my dream there is nothing about voting rights, nothing about homogeny, nothing about fair or equal treatment, per se. No one will have to march. No one will have to strike, or boycott, or be imprisoned. No one will have to fight, or resist fighting to achieve our goal.
In my dream, we will all, naturally and in due course, awaken. And we will come down from our lofty, clouded perspectives. And we will see before us the jewels and treasures and riches we’ve never previously appraised. We will see before us, nestled at our feet, the greatest gift of human kind. And it will be ours for the receiving — without limitation, or distraction, or discrepancy. And with both hands we will welcome it, and with full hearts we will know we have arrived.
And with our keen, and wide-open awareness, we will not question our places, our identities, or our worth. We will not be glancing over our shoulders. We will not be seeking a better gaze of what lies ahead. We will not be second-guessing, nor lamenting where we are or what we are doing. We will not be anything but present and alert to the precious moment happening within and without us, and we will be proud to be this, and this only.
In our awakening, we will recognize our children for the blessings that they are — both to each of us individually and to the world at large. We will recognize parenting as the highest art and most noble occupation on the planet. We will recognize that nothing is more paramount, and nothing has greater priority.
And everywhere on Earth parents will be honoured and respected for nurturing our future. And rather than being considered a sabbatical from our otherwise industrious careers and successful professions, parenting our children will rise to be understood as the pinnacle of achievement, and the grandest cause known. And no longer misunderstood as a rite to pass through on our way to bigger and better reflections of our prowess, we will know with the coming of our parenthood, that we have finally, and fully arrived.
So be it.