Dream. 19.12.11

I was walking in a place that was far from home. Wherever I was, I was new here and had nowhere to go. I was walking near a motel thinking that I might get in out of the cold. (I felt like I was in my current  hometown, possibly the Western budget motel) As I got close I was looking in the windows, seeing people, and thinking I couldn't get in without being seen. So I carried on. Next, I came along townhouses/rowhouses and I was walking along the doorsteps and looking in each of them... It was getting dark out and it was also snowy/wet/icy outside like it is this time of year... Behind me, I heard someone come out of one the doors I passed by. He walked out and down to the road. I came to the end and I turned to go down to the road as well, stepping down old and cracked cement steps. Careful not to slip on the ice. I went to the road and ended up behind the man who had come out of the house. The residential road we were on was switchback-y, going down a hill. This is when I realized I must be in Nelson. (which is completely relevant, as I will be moving there in a few months time) I watched the man from behind and recognized him as the guy who works at Starbucks (in real life) who I had seen recently a few times. He wears a long black jacket and has long black hair worn in a ponytail and a bandana around the forehead. I do not know what his face looks like... So I watched him, and before rounding the sharp corner of the road, he stopped and looked around, as if to make sure no one was looking. Our eyes met, and I smiled at him. He didn't seem bothered that I had seen him. He then crouched down and went into an opening that was in the hill. (remember it was a steep switchback road) I went over to the corner and looked and was surprised to see many holes in the road. Small enough that a car could drive over without trouble, like a pothole I guess. But big enough to fit a person through. These holes were like cave entrances. I remember talking to myself saying something like, "holy crap, what is this.... ? he's got a hiding spot down here...." I stepped on the edge of one of the holes with the intention of going in, when I saw his face in the darkness. He said to me, "come down here: at the same time pulling my feet and then grabbing around my waist to help me down. I was immediately drawn to my surroundings, noticing that he had many candles lit, a few bits of furniture, and a bit of some things on the walls. While I looked around, he still held me around my waist, rather closely. I felt totally good with this. As I continued to look around the space, it started to develop more. More things started to appear. I next noticed a sink. I was thinking, wow how'd he get plumming down here! I wonder if he has a bathroom?! The sink was like an old kitchen sink, maybe a little on the industrial side (not huge though) and it was dingy old. He lead me down a few steps as if we were in a split level, the upper level had a railing sectioning it off from the lower one. I wondered if he had a bathroom, all of a sudden I noticed one, I could see it around the corner on the upper level. I thought all this was a little incredible. I then notice light fixtures on the walls, and again, surprised that he even had electricity running down here! No longer lit by candles... and the place was starting to look brighter. I went towards him and slid my arms around his body and just melted into his arms again. He held me and I put my head on his chest. It felt good, and I smiled. I felt comforted and warm. Happy to have found this stranger. He pulled away slightly and looked at me. and said to me, "you have the most beautiful eyes.." I felt like he wanted to kiss me then, but I turned my head away. Pretended I didn't notice. I didn't really want to kiss, I was happy in this moment. The place was looking brighter and more like a home. We sat down on a couch and talked, I don't know what it was about, but it was pleasant chit chat. I got close to him and put my arms around him again and cuddled up to his chest again. I swung my legs over his legs. I felt so much contentment. I remember feeling the smile and feeling myself breathe. I looked around and saw that this underground cave was now a beautiful home. In front of me was a dining table and a light fixture hanging overtop. I looked back to the upper level and saw nicely painted walls with beautiful artwork, and I thought how he had such great taste in art. I looked up at the ceiling and noticed exposed beams and pipes like a cool loft apartment. I felt this intense feeling that I had found my home and I would surely be here again in this home, and with him. We got up and I looked into the area where the living/dining space was (which evidently was the opposite end from the end I entered in) This whole end was lined with windows. The sun was shining in. Outside I could see the wet street glistening from the sunlight. I asked him how he had he found such and amazing place. He told me it was an old bunker from an old organic farm that used to be on the land here before they developed it. When I looked at him, there was a happiness and an excitement about him. He smiled. I knew it was because he found me.

A while later, his mother, aunt and someone else arrived. They noticed how happy he was... they were not used to seeing him like that..... And for some reason we needed to fly to washington. I have a feeling it was for family. We got in my car and I drove to the airport. The aunt was getting uptight about my driving, because I was going a bit fast for in town. I very quickly became a part of this family. Felt as though I had belonged there all along. When I first saw the guy out on the street, I felt a connection. Once in his arms, I felt I belonged there. and as if we had known each other all along. 

Occupy This

Most people hide the things they are ashamed of or don’t want other people to know about. That is why the largest number of you hide your sexuality, and that is why nearly all of you hide your money. That is to say, you are not open about it. You consider your money to be a very private matter. And therein lies the problem.

If everyone knew everything about everybody’s money situation, there would be an uprising in your country and on your planet, the likes of which you have never seen. And in the aftermath of that there would be fairness and equity, honesty and true for-the-good-of-all priority in the conduct of human affairs.

It is now not possible to bring fairness or equity, honesty, or the common good to the marketplace because money is so easy to hide. You can actually, physically, take it and hide it. There are also all manner of means by which creative accountants can cause corporate money to be “hidden” or to “disappear.”

Since money can be hidden, there is no way for anyone to know exactly how much anyone else has or what they are doing with it. This makes it possible for a plethora of inequity, if not to say double-dealing, to exist. Corporations can pay two people vastly different wages for doing the same job, for instance. They can pay one person $57,000 a year while paying the other $42,000 a year, for performing the exactly identical function, giving one employee more than the other simply because the first employee has something the second employee does not.

What’s that?

A penis.

Oh.

Yes. Oh, indeed.

But You don’t understand. Having a penis makes the first employee more valuable than the second; quicker witted, smarter by half, and, obviously, more capable.

Hmmm. I don’t remember constructing you that way. I mean, so unequal in abilities.

Well, You did, and I’m surprised You don’t know it. Everyone on this planet knows it.

We’d better stop this now, or people will think we’re really serious.

You mean You’re not? Well, we are! The people on this planet are. That’s why women can’t be Roman Catholic or Mormon priests, or show up on the wrong side of the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, or climb to the top job in Fortune 500 companies, 

or pilot airliners, or—

Yes, we get the point. And My point is that pay discrimination, at least, would be much more difficult to get away with if all money transactions were made visible, instead of hidden. Can you imagine what would happen in every workplace on the globe if all companies were forced to publish all the salaries of all the employees? Not the salary ranges for particular job classifications, but the actual compensation awarded to each individual.

Well, there goes “playing two ends against the middle,” right out the window. 

Yup.

And there goes, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Yup.

And there goes, “Hey, if we can get her for a third less, why should we pay more?”

Uh-huh.

And there goes apple polishing, and kissing up to the boss, and the “inside track,” and company politics, and—

And much, much more would disappear from the workplace, and from the world, through the simple expedient of uncovering the money trail. Think of it. If you knew exactly how much money each of you holds and the real earnings of all of your industries and corporations and each of their executives—as well as how each person and corporation is using the money it has—don’t you think that would change things? Think about this. In what ways do you think things would change?

The plain fact is that people would never put up with 90 percent of what is going on in the world if they knew what was going on. Society would never sanction the extraordinarily disproportionate distribution of wealth, much less the means by which it is gained, or the manner in which it is used to gain more, were these facts known, specifically and immediately, by all people everywhere.

Nothing breeds appropriate behaviour faster than exposure to the light of public scrutiny. That is why your so-called Sunshine Laws have done so much good in clearing away some of the awful mess of your political and governance system. Public hearings and public account- ability has gone far toward eliminating the kinds of back-room antics that went on in the twenties, thirties, forties, and fifties in your town halls and school boards and political precincts—and national government as well.

Now it is time to bring some “sunshine” to the way you deal with compensation for goods and services on your planet.

What are You suggesting?

This is not a suggestion, it is a dare. I dare you to throw out all your money, all your papers and coins and individual national currencies, and start over. Develop an international monetary system that is wide open, totally visible, immediately traceable, completely accountable.  Establish a Worldwide Compensation System by which people would be given Credits for services rendered and products produced, and Debits for services used and products consumed. Everything would be on the system of Credits and Debits. Returns on investments, inheritances, winnings of wagers, salaries and wages, tips and gratuities, everything. And nothing could be purchased without Credits. There would be no other negotiable currency. And everyone’s records would be open to everyone else.

It has been said, show me a man’s bank account, and I’ll show you the man. This system comes close to that scenario. People would, or at least could, know a great deal more about you than they know now. But not only would you know more about each other; you would know more about everything. More about what corporations are paying and spending—and what their cost is on an item, as well as their price. (Can you imagine what corporations would do if they had to put two figures on every price tag—the price and their cost? Would that bring prices down, or what! Would that increase competition, and boost fair trade? You can’t even imagine the consequences of such a thing.)

Under the new Worldwide Compensation System, WCS, the transfer of Debits and Credits would be immediate and totally visible. That is, anybody and everybody could inspect the account of any other person or organization at any time. Nothing would be kept secret, nothing would be “private.”

The WCS would deduct 10 percent of all earnings each year from the incomes of those voluntarily requesting such a deduction. There would be no income tax, no forms to file, no deductions to figure, no “escape hatch” to construct or obfuscation to manufacture! Since all records would be open, everyone in the society would be able to observe who was choosing to offer the 10 percent for the general good of all, and who was not. This voluntary deduction would go toward support of all the programs and services of the government, as voted on by the people.

The whole system would be all very simple, all very visible.

The world would never agree to such a thing.

Of course not. And do you know why? Because such a system would make it impossible for anyone to do anything they didn’t want someone else to know about. Yet why would you want to do something like that anyway? I’ll tell you why. Because currently you live within an interactive social system based on “taking advantage,” “getting the edge,” “making the most,” and “the survival of the so-called fittest.”

When the chief aim and goal of your society (as it is in all truly enlightened societies) is the survival of all; the benefit, equally, of all; the providing of a good life for all, then your need for secrecy and quiet dealings and under the table maneuverings and money which can be hidden will disappear.

Do you realize how much good old-fashioned corruption, to say nothing of lesser unfairnesses and inequities, would be eliminated through the implementation of such a system? The secret here, the watchword here, is visibility.

~From chapter 16, Conversations With God book 2 

 Neale Donald Walsch

There is life.....

sunbreaker cove

a memory, a light in the dark, was all I could see

a path that once crossed again

kind eyes, a sweet smile...

a warm embrace

and the low hum of your voice telling stories of your travels

your guitar gently strums a tune, softly whispering to my soul

under sparkling moons, the racing clouds

swept away by the wind, that moment, was all I could see