A Prayer For The Enlightenment Of Mankind

    Let me begin this article with an apology. I never intend to be preachy in my articles. Nevertheless, I have some very strong beliefs and at times it is difficult to keep my beliefs from seeping into my articles. So, if anything I write rubs you the wrong way or causes you to feel as though I am attempting to "indoctrinate" my readers in any way, please feel free to disagree. Take what feels right to you and leave the rest.
    Early Sunday morning, on September 9th, 2001, I was assailed by "visions" of death and destruction. These visions were so strong and so heart wrenching that I became disoriented. As the result of this mental and physical disorientation I broke the pinky toe on my left foot by stumbling into a table leg. Unfortunately, even the pain of a broken toe didn't stop the visions from overwhelming me. I sat down at my computer to journal and try to get my thoughts straightened out. That was when I began to write about what I saw in these visions.
    My meager pain was nothing compared to what the visions were showing me. I saw a mother kneeling beside her dead son, her heart torn with grief! Around her stood the brothers and friends of the fallen young man. She was wailing, and the others were just mirroring her pain stoically. I saw the light of love, from the mother, from the brothers form, visually, in my minds eye as a vortex of pulsing light arising from the center of the group, from the form of the fallen man. It was a rose tinted golden light, and it encompassed all who stood around the dead man. Then, all of a sudden, it turned inside out and became anger and fed a need for vengeance, for retaliation.
    The group I saw in this vision were Middle Eastern people. They could have been Palestinian, Arab, Iraki, or any other Middle Eastern race. The men and boys were dressed much like western men, but the woman was wrapped in robes and scarves, her face was not covered though.
    What I felt was a sense of futility! I saw their love for their fallen family member turned to hatred and a driving need for retaliation. I saw this retaliation being carried out with violence and destruction. Then I saw more family members being killed, and hundreds of others being killed and then the cycle began again. Mothers crying over their children, wives crying over their husbands, etc. Then more retaliation, more violence and hatred.