Humanity’s Malice

Morning Med; 7 15 19  

On 7 11,  I dreamt I was standing in a wasteland on the northern edge of a huge city.

I don’t know which.

I was alone by a cargo container, I think I called it home. 

I had to relieve myself, but I heard voices to the east, so I walked to the west side of the container to be out of view. 

To the west I could see people walking in and out of man made square doored underground cavities. 

They were a long ways away. 

I never looked to the south, towards the city, but I knew it was in decay. 

Looking to the north I could tell that I was in large crater, but I couldn’t see beyond the rim. 

In the crater to the northwest, about 100 yards away, I could see the remnants of what looked like a baseball backstop. 

One tall pipe leaning to the southwest, a shorter pipe leaning against it so it looked like an upside down letter y. 

My dreams always seem to have access point anymore and when I meditate on that point, they work like doors opening up to useful information. 

There was debris beneath the y symbol and I knew it was covering the opening, the debris was not my own. 

The dream left me feeling very alone and lonely when awoke.  

I meditated on it a bit Sunday morning, but didn’t go to the access point.  

I got two different thoughts;

1. Sand is the bones of mountains strewn on beaches, waiting to return to the depths of the sea to be pressed back into mountains. 

2. We walk on the bones of our ancestors, their sparks of memory rise like warm vapors intermingling back into our volume of energy. 

Seemed like somewhat strange thoughts.

Started meditating this morning and was immediately back into the dream only the whole crater was covered with human bones. I walked towards the y through the remains to move the debris and uncovered a gravestone, that said, “Humanity’s Malice.”

I thought well shit, we’ve blown ourselves up. 

I haven’t decided yet whether to go in or not. 

………

Humanity’s Malice

Strewn bones 

Like landscapers stones

Crunching, crunching 

Neath my feet.

The stench of malice lingers 

Stranded survivors

Standing in darkened doors

Surveying the decay

Lonely and afraid.

Don’t know if it was a time before 

Or a time to come

Or a season

or a cycle in time.

The debris removed

A cut stone beneath

Bearing the words

“Humanity’s Malice”  

………….

Hey, send a little love out.

Cancel those imagined emotional debts and don’t allow malice to grow. We are 100% light and 100% love at our core.

Let’s shine

Author: Kevin Burleson

My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas. I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics. I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner. I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites. This site is to consolidate and re-share them. It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation. My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey. Thank you.

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