The unexpected.

The unexpected.

Ending of a peaceful evening

It had been a pleasantly spent evening, alone at last, no demands for attention, no call to be a servant dispensing an endless supply of cocktails. The two dogs lay in front of the fire, peacefulness dominated every aspect of my spirit and body, even my usually overactive mind was still. The dogs were, as usual, the first indication of disturbance to our tranquillity, they both pricked up ears and eased themselves onto all 4 paws. Neither barked but both were looking towards the door to our garden. I thought it may be an over inquisitive fox getting too close to the glass, but then the silence seemed to thicken. There was no noise, in fact it was a sort of super silence, as if any noise would be swallowed up and killed. A strange atmosphere invaded our evening, and my world was never to be the same ever again.

I was drawn towards the door; it was as if each step was directed by some unseen force. I made no mental decision to leave my chair but found I had reached the door before the slightest sound indicated someone, or something, was outside and wanted to come in. I looked down at the dogs, they showed no sign of agitation, none of their usual excitement at new arrivals, and certainly no raised hackles or bared teeth. This gave me the confidence to open the door. A figure stood in the automatically triggered entrance light, about six feet tall with a straight back and average build. I could not see facial features or even hair since the figure was clothed in an all-enveloping hooded cloak the same as is seen in all pictures of medieval monks, the hood covered the hair and shaded the face.

I was not conscious of deciding, but I found myself standing to one side to invite the visitor in. I looked down at my dogs and saw they had both gone to sit position while gazing up at the figure. None of their usual prancing about, just sitting looking up. The cloak reached down to the floor and so my visitor glided across the room and sat in an upright wooden dining chair, the hood gradually slid back to reveal the most beautify face and head I have ever seen, it did not just look beautiful it radiated beauty, like the light from a torch the beauty shone and lit up everything in the room. The dogs silently moved to sit at the feet of the visitor. I assumed that I was gazing at the most gloriously lovely woman I had ever seen, golden hair flowed as soft as silk and reached down to below the shoulder blades, the face shone from under a short fringe. The eyes were as blue as the sky on a summer’s day, they seemed to radiate light out, rather than attract it in.

I managed to regain some control over my mind and voice, enough to ask if “she” wanted anything to drink or eat, I may have stammered a little as I was awestruck, literally awestruck. I felt, rather than heard a reply that she wished for nothing but thanking me for the courtesy of asking. It was only later that I came to realise that no sound ever came from the visitor, but communication was as sharp and clear as lark song on a frosty morning in the countryside. She glanced down at my dogs and they both immediately went into relaxed laying down postures, if only I had that degree of control over the pets I had reared from puppy hood. I saw and felt those eyes return to me and I felt a calmness, deeply relaxed peace spread through every tissue of my entire body. This was deeper than any yoga immersion ever achieved. I later realised this was a type of hypnosis but far deeper and stronger than any human could induce, I understood that what was to follow would be disconcerting, and horrible but I would have no need to fear.

I found myself standing on the edge of a steep cliff not hugely high, but it was a vertical drop to the grass lands that stretched away into the distance. A short distance from this cliff was a tented village, some conical tents as used by native Americans others were canvas bell tents used by armies and even English boy scouts at some time, others were modern frame tents and yet others were the flimsy “festival” disposable ones. I failed to see any people, but several dogs were laying at ease between the tents. There did not seem to be any order, no rows or lines of similar dwellings, just randomly spaced tents. No smoke or other sign of habitation, other than the dogs. A gentle breeze moved the lighter tents just enough to show it was real and not a painted scene. As I watch the dogs all climbed to their feet all as one, as if from some hidden signal and they silently and slowly walked away across the grass plain. As I watched a sudden fire erupted seemingly in all the tents at the same time and within seconds all had been consumed. There was no sound and no smoke, all reduced to scorched patches of grass.

I turned round so my back was to this scene and now before me was of a vast shanti town of squalid ramshackle shelters, looking like the photographs of Victorian era Indian city slums. Again, no people but no dogs either, Smoke came from several chimneys, but this smoke did not disperse, it was as if even the air was stilled and unmoving. Then again, every dwelling burst into flames no noise no smoke just consumed by fire. I turn again and now the grassy plane was filled with tents but this time all in immaculate rows all exactly the same stye and size of tent, all exactly spaced apart all exactly in line. I turned back to the slums, but these had been replaced by immaculate lines of identical dwellings each a perfect match for all the others and each exactly positioned in straight lines. I turned about to the grass plain and it was scattered with all the flags of all the nations randomly placed all fluttering proudly in a breeze, in an instant they all burst into flames and disappeared no smoke nothing left. I turned back to the houses but now the view was of huge numbers of people of all colours all nationalities all milling about walking in groups which would dissolve and form other groups all seemingly aimlessly moving about, again this fearful flame that engulphed all in an instant. I turn back and the field of flags was now a strictly order field of one flag endlessly repeated but in exact straight lines so many lines I could not count, turning back to the people they had been replaced by uniform faces all exactly the same and stood in ranks as if soldiers on parade all evenly spaced and all exactly alike. I turned again the flags, and they were all broken and piled into a heap which then burnt, I turned back to the people, and the regimented squares were in disarray, people attacking each other so viciously they destroyed themselves all dead and all suddenly burn. I turn about yet again and at first thought the grass plain was empty then I saw the dogs returning and settling down again I turned back to the people, and there was just a vast empty space.

Suddenly I was back in my home gazing at that so beautiful face. Questions formed in my mind and even at that moment I realised I was receiving communication from my most beautiful visitor. Ever since my early adult life I have read and studied socialist politics, and I had concluded that religions coupled with human greed, were the cause of so much pain and misery. World peace can only come about if all races, all nations merged into one race, one tribe, governed by one socialist government applying the same rules, laws, education, care, etc for everyone. All the same all equal, all same economically, socially etc. No religion that generates disparate beliefs, no social or economic hierarchy, just a utopian uniformity. My visitor wished me to examine these beliefs and to face a truthful reality.

The reality I had to come to understand was, that chaos is essential to creativity, and creation itself depends on the creativity of those already created, for its continued existence. The dangers and folly of trying to merge the whole human race into one tribe one people ends in repression and so causes endless bloody conflict that destroys the entire population of earth. Chaos leads to freedom while totalitarian control stifles progress and leads to repression. Totalitarian rule over everything leads to crushing chaos and creativity and then you get stagnation and death. Creation itself will stop

I woke from my dream, but was it a dream? Was it a message from an angel? Was this my unconscious self finally questioning the indoctrination that my conscious self, had received, all those years ago.