Robin - first, I love how your spirit guide/angel cast himself as Kojak (once one presented to me as John Denver), I love how at times they show a little sense of humor in their choices even when their overall message is quite serious.
You're right to be horrified. Children are disappearing. All we can do is keep up the pressure on elected representatives - to halt the cruelty, to start impeachment, etc. I email or call someone every day. Where I live we have a Rapid Response Network, which I have wanted to join, but their orientations always seem to happen when I'm not around. Look into if there's something like that near you, they exist in most major cities. Find out if your city is a sanctuary city. If so, keep supporting the entities that keep it that way, if not, start threatening to vote their a$$es out.
I live about 14 miles outside of Pittsburgh, luckily for me most of my politicians are Democrats and I call them all the time about the concentration camps and starting impeachment.
I had a dream last night that one of my neighbors was selling all his household effects in his yard. He was "losing his home." I was very sad about this. I asked my husband where he was going and he said he did not know. In my dream, my neighbor had a daughter (he is childless in real life) and she was vague and when I asked him he would not say. I asked if he was going to a veterans' home and he said "something like that." He has become more frail-- elderly, he has been walking with a cane in the past month and I can't shake the feeling this dream was telling me this "move" is metaphorical. I know he has a heart condition. Tomorrow I think I am going to come by his house with a casserole and see how he is doing.
I had a dream back in May about rising seas and the future of the economy that I've been wanting to share for awhile:
I'm in lower Manhattan, walking with a late-middle aged woman whose clothes and hairstyle hint that she's rather wealthy. She's proudly talking to me about all of the different ways the area is adapting to coastal flooding. She seems especially proud when she tells me that plans are in the work to encircle lower Manhattan in a berm made entirely out of seaweed. I part ways with the woman at the waterfront near Wall Street, and soon I'm walking out on a very long wooden pier that protrudes into the space where the East River and New York Harbor meet. When I reach the end of the pier, I look behind me, and the Manhattan skyline looks altered. It seems like many skyscrapers have disappeared and that the city is less dense and crowded than it used to be. I get the impression that New York City is no longer the center of power it used to be. Meanwhile, all up and down the pier, families and groups of friends from all racial backgrounds are casting fishing rods and hauling up enormous fish that look like bass, and I smile at the peacefulness of the scene. Actually, everyone's rather joyful and carefree, which is a far cry from NYC's normal neuroticism. They're all aware of the changes that are going on, but they're more intent on being grateful for the present moment.
Then I'm on a Metro North commuter train heading from NYC to Connecticut, which is where I grew up. I have reunited with the woman I was with earlier, and she introduces me to another late-middle aged woman whose hairstyle and clothing hint at money. Woman #1 tells me that woman #2 lives in Greenwich (Connecticut's uber-wealthy suburb of NYC), and I am shown an image of a redbrick mansion completely surrounded Long Island Sound. I tell woman #2, "So you live in that house on that island?." She nods yes and sheepishly responds "Well it's not actually an island. We're connected to the mainland during low tide." Dream over.
When I went through the long-term predictions on this site, there was a vision posted for the late 2020s that saw wealthy people trying to vainly hold on to their comfortable, decadent way of life while everyone else was adapting to reality. That vision sums up the two women in my dream. They were deluding themselves into thinking that they could maintain their privileged lifestyles despite the blaring obvious (a house increasingly surrounded by the ocean, the cluelessness of thinking a wall of seaweed will hold back the tides).This prediction from Molly for 2026 describes the mood I got from the people who were fishing on the pier: "Simpler life in many ways, happier, picking ourselves out of a big hole." When I saw in my dream that Manhattan looked reduced in stature, I got the sense that that demotion was due just as much to the collapse of our economic paradigm of growth and competition as it was to rising oceans. The people on the pier were joyful because they were no longer constrained by the demands of competing for a wage. In turn, they could focus more on being present and were learning how to live off of the providence of nature (signified by the giant fish they were catching).
@Coyote, Interesting dream filled with meaning and prompting so much food for thought. Thank you for sharing it
The people fishing on the pier in an odd way reminds me of a vision I had years ago of South Florida near the end of the century.
The land was gone —flooded over by the sea, and in its place I saw hundreds of pleasure boats — sail boats mainly —enjoying a unique tourist experience of boating over abandoned highways, shopping centers, and hotels and homes.
The easy going atmosphere of a mostly abandoned Manhattan also fits visions I’ve had of the eastern seaboard over the long term. I saw in my minds eye the lower eastern seaboard around the Carolina’s looking ever so peaceful with tropical low lying trees and grasses for miles inland. No roads, shops or residences. But a place people may go for sport.
I have no doubt that some cities will build barriers to stave off the inevitable just as they said in your dream.
But these are not your father’s rising seas. This is not what the Dutch dealt with for centuries. This is a level of sea rise that will continue to keep coming, unrelenting, higher and faster than humans had ever dreamed in their worst imaginings.
So like in your dream, no human activity at this point will save the coastlines and their cities.
your dream also has me thinking that long before Manhattan is flooded over, the big bustling commercial center of Manhattan will be gone. Perhaps one big storm will send people out of NYC or perhaps it will be a series of storms. And insurance companies will stop covering the place.
Interesting about some of the wealthy I’m the dream — the last to act.
You're right about the flood barrier plans, Jeanne. The "berm made out of seaweed" mentioned by the woman in my dream was my dream consciousness channeling my previous response to plans NYC is currently making to construct a series of levees, parks, and seawalls along lower Manhattan (dubbed the Big U). I had been extremely skeptical about the viability of those plans, based as they are on linear projections of sea level rise; with the true exponential nature of rising oceans in mind, the city may as well be building a flimsy wall of seaweed.
So when will people finally give up on New York City? My dream left a strong impression that the inevitable implosion of our economic landscape will be one of the "storms" that will make NYC irrelevant. NYC derives its outsize status from the unsustainable growth-based model of investment capital. When members of the financial class start getting laid off in the near- to mid-future because their employers are no longer solvent (think Lehman Brothers bankruptcy times 100), hundreds of thousands of other people, from taxi drivers to day care workers to restaurateurs, will also lose their jobs because their patrons will be out of cash. After all of that, coastal flooding and hurricanes will probably drive the nail into the coffin. I'm thinking of how many residential properties in NYC are insured through the barely-functional NFIP, and also how vulnerable and antiquated NYC's subway system is. Public transit is the lifeblood of New York, and without a robust tax base, city officials won't be able to resurrect the subways from the next major flooding event (or series of floods) like they did after Hurricane Sandy.
I had the following dream two nights ago. I’m including my interpretation, but am interested in what others may pick up about it.
I am at a beach with one or two other people. My husband “AP” is also there. AP wants me to “capture” a perfect wave. I’m trying to capture a wave by using a software snipping tool, but it is difficult because the waves are too big and breaking too fast. I see a few perfect waves, that is, they are small enough to capture and perfectly formed. As I am watching the water from the edge of the ocean I see an envelope floating on the water nearby. I see it is addressed to AP and has already been opened, with paper still in the envelope. The envelope is from the Sierra Club. I think it is a renewal notice. I tell AP and he tells me to get it. While this is going on I notice there seems to be something big under the water. I think it might be a turtle or maybe it’s just some rocks. Then I see the head of a seal poke out of the water. It’s not a monk seal. I’m surprised. It’s bigger than a monk seal and I think I see some tusks, like a walrus. But I call out “It’s a seal!” The seal then walks out of the water (on two legs) and I see that he is covered in big sores. He (I know it is a he) tells me he came from Texas and now he is going farther west. (He might have said something like he needs to go to California.)
My interpretation: I think the perfect wave has to do with a blue wave in the 2020 election. I often use a software snipping tool in my work and at first I thought I was using it in my dream because it is something I am used to doing. However, now that I think about it more, I think even that could have a deeper symbolic meaning. We need to put in some work to capture a perfect blue wave in the 2020 election. I think the floating Sierra Club renewal notice symbolizes a renewal of interest/ a reopening of the recognition of the importance of environmental protection. It is an issue that is floating right at the top. As for the seal, in my dream I at first I think it’s probably a turtle. It is quite common to see sea turtles in the water where I live in Hawaii. They can be very large, but they are harmless. The big thing under the water felt ominous, though. It wasn’t nothing/just rocks. Some may think the thing that wasn’t a turtle symbolizes Moscow Mitch McTreason, but I don’t think so. It was bigger. It is something that is “sealed” and has been hiding underwater. It is big and ugly and sick (the sores). It is not good (not spiritual/religious - not a monk). Perhaps it has foreign connotations. (Monk seals are the only type of seals that live in Hawaii - any other type would be foreign.) For some reason I think of Ted Cruz when I think of the seal saying he came from Texas. I don’t know what the going farther west means. I’m not sure what the walrus-life tusks symbolize either. Overall, I feel positive about the dream. I am titling it “Something Under the Surface that has been Sealed and is Sick is Revealed”.
Thank you for posting, Lillnoe.
This dream is packed with meaning and foreboding.
And it seems fitting that it appeared to someone living in Hawaii rather than on the mainland because you just might be removed enough from the rest of the country to get a different perspective.
Aside from the obvious political implications of a foreign agent infecting a Texas political group or operative like Cruz, which I feel has already happened full force in the presidency, the Congress, and the NRA, (and now I wonder about why Sierra Club was mentioned)—
but anyway, I also got an environmental foreboding. The seas are toxic now and sea life is suffering. Perhaps that’s where Sierra Club comes into it only I’m not sure how to read it.
What a dream.