Last night I had a dream that I was observing the violence of children getting onto a school bus toward the lowliest among them. It was horrifying.

I believe the older children were a mix of special needs and …not. There was one ‘child’ the size of a one year old but unable to walk and the demeanor of being a few years older. The look on the child’s face was that of a creature. This being was not fully human but part ‘divine’…hear me out.

I didn’t expect to write that part. But as I was allowing my fingers to tap tap tap, out it popped.

Some part of me has always known this– the necessity of our consciousness descending into the creature which actually is the moment that fully human is formed as an aspect of Soul. The witness of the violence is the halting of the cycle of bullying onto the least of these.It’s how we are wired– survival.

Do something with your rage.

Spew it onto the innocent customer service clerk (guilty)

Be despicable

That’s acceptable. Argue. Get out of the car and into the face of the other driver (yeah I just did it, I would know)

Now, be the odd one who speaks about the coming of the Lord

Speak about prayer, intercession

Faith

Intuitive messages from Holy Spirit, prophetic words and dreams and they’ll have your mouth sealed shut

What is up and what is down?? How shall I be in this strange universe– a believer in miracles, and not just at Christmas but every day of the year. A woman who casts her light energy into the corners of every room she enters because it’s ours to brighten up dark spaces. Freely given– play with it. Use your imagination. Be curious.Take risks.

Or play small- don’t speak of frequency, vibration and energy. The things of the unseen realms within and beyond the physical. What’s more real? When someone doesn’t text me back and then speaks of me as if I am a problem (crying here) repeating a pattern from that first year of life. Anita the accident. Not wanted, rejected, abandoned.

Or shall I claim my place at the table, in the room, Use my voice

I may be walking on my knees- humbled by the Life of the One growing in me, but I shall speak of Emmanuel. Redeemer of my bullying ways, The ways I dont know how to be relational yet. Filled with didacticism only– tools tossed about as if it were painless to practice. Easy to be disciplined in new, strange body prayers. Momentarily forgetting the anguish of rebirth.

Follow the recipe. 3 Easy steps to wholeness.to your new life

Yeah, no. That’s totally not it

Who will be asked to serve? the ones who can see they have little to offer the King

But you might have a drum you can tap
I have a chant I can repeat

Whatever else gets accomplished is because I was loved in my lowliness

Where I would prefer to not look

For only the eyes of Christ’s witness, turn my beastly creature into a thing of beauty