There is so much to be said to make people understand, I need to end this story so people can make up their minds, there is so much evidence out there to prove I am right, my dream gave me a special kind of reasoning to see hidden truths, I was able to see through smoke screens and disguises, I somehow believe my dream was from mother nature. I have told you about the beginning about the time the Mangotree was taken over by lazy people, finding the right words was not important, I did get help from my word processor that had a spell checker, I believed the end part will make it all worthwhile. I set out to prove human beings are not responsible for all the greed and hatred, the system of permission is, for many weeks I did not try to finish. Because I believed no one would understand the message in my dream. the part of my dream about the future is powerful and believable. We will all be able to relate to this part of my dream, getting back to my dream and the part I have not yet told, it is easy for me to paint a picture, but you have to paint your own picture to really understand the message.
This is the part of my dream I can only describe as the days after a nuclear punch up where everyone was throwing punches. I found myself sheltering from a large cloud of fire that was moving across the sky, I did not feel any pain. I could see many people sheltering in a dark place, they came out into the open when the cloud passed by, they numbered about 2000 many were suffering pain but were able to walk without help. Were they the only survivors of this worldwide holocaust? I believe so, they were moving up the hill towards clean water flowing out of a crevice. Many were on their knees praying to their God thanking him for the water, some were saying god gave them this new gift of life, it was about this time I remember taking control of the situation. I did not want to be a leader, just a part of a new beginning and we all needed to love each other. I told everyone their God had not created this water, humanity had failed to destroy its source, I called everyone together. So, we could make plans to survive against all the odds. You must imagine what it would be like to live in a world almost destroyed. Picture the kind of world these survivors now had to live in. you have been told what this world looked like before the greedy people took over,
I began to ask people how we can we help each other, what kind of job can each of us do, the first person to speak out said they worked in a food processing plant, this person was put in charge of inspecting any food source to make sure it was safe, we had a Carpenter. Bricklayer, Doctor and a Nurse we even had a farmer who would teach everyone how to grow food, everyone seemed less worried than before because we were all working together for the future. There were two people in wheel chairs they would act as lookouts to warn us of any fire clouds that may pass by, we seemed to have lots of people with the skills needed for survival, we would work alongside mother nature she would supply food, and somehow we knew we would survive, if we loved each other. To survive we would have to readjust our lives, I told everyone the god they believed in did not cause the destruction, it was the result of greed and hatred,
It was about this time a loud voice screamed out from the back of the people standing in the shelter he said, “ Now listen to me I am the last surviving member of the Royal family, so it is my birthright to become King so I can rule over you. Another voice shouted out I am a high Court Judge and beside me is a lawyer, we know all about the law, so this man who says he is from the royal family will be made King. The people were in shock. how could this be happening, I understood, people had the same mindset. For living in a world of greed and hatred, a man came out of the crowd and faced the people, he said, “These are the very people who took part in destroying our world I say we kill them now , and we will never have to worry about these parasites ever again, every one shouted kill them, kill them, I told the people we must never ever kill another human being, we ban their activities, the laws they speak about no longer exist, so the power of these people no longer exist, we should be sorry for these people because they will have to live out their lives knowing they took part in the destruction of most of our planet earth, so by loving them we may forget what they have done, we all need to be re/educated, because we all need each other to survive.
My dream was incredible why the need to talk about Kings and Justice, the gathering of people, were not happy, that in a time of great suffering we had greedy people among us, about this time the loudest voice of all shouted out, “Now you listen to me I am the only person here who is sane, I control all your lives and your future. I am the manager of the world bank and I now own trillions of dollars, beside me a policeman and a soldier with a gun, this is what I propose we have a King, Judge, Lawyer, Police Force and an Army and I manage the money” a voice in the crowd shouted out why do we need money, the bank manager replied “ When I start paying you money for the work you will be doing to make life easier for all of us, you will have to pay taxes, the taxes will pay for the Kings Army ,Judge and Police Force we need an army, because some of you will be unhappy working and paying taxes. So, I am making sure we all can live in peace for ever,
The man who had spoken before about killing these people, now said, we now have no option but to kill them because they want to turn us into slaves, again I told the people we must not kill these people. Money is of no use anymore, we are all together now, we must never be divided no more us and them, we must love those people who wanted to control our lives, I then told them about the Mangotree take over, we must never blame these people for the greed and hatred that was installed in their memories by the system of permission. So their actions were controlled by the system of permission, we love them, not hate them, the man who used to be a soldier handed to me his gun, it was thrown into a fire, all the people were so happy they were hugging each other, even the greedy people were happy because they too were being loved, I told the people they must never again kneel and beg from a God, we must look after all the creations that survived, the message from my dream was “The only way we can survive is by loving each other, everyone seemed to have found a new way to think.
I spent a lot of time talking to the people. Many wanted me to lead them, I told them they don’t need leaders, they just help each other and never blame anyone for what happened to our world,
Why was there no make believe in my dream, no religious or political leaders to telling us how they would arrange our lives. No one said they were on speaking terms with a God, can you imagine a religious leader telling us “A God had promised them the land and water” the part I don’t understand is their God only Commands,
Politics and religion played their part in destroying this world, “well almost” the only way we can survive is by loving each other: everything else will fall into place,
My dream paints a picture, says to me, political and religious leaders only care about their Bodies and Souls, having said that I must remind you I don’t blame any individual, those leaders are not to blame it is the contents of their indoctrinated memories that has nobbled their minds, so there is no argument, this world of ours could be a wonderful place for all of mankind, I have tried to write without blaming anyone, but a spade is a spade, the manufactured truth has to be replaced with the whole truth, when plunder becomes a way of life for a group of men in a society over the course of time they create for themselves a legal system that authorises it and a moral code that glorifies it, this is all I am going to say, you may need to read again , to understand what I have written, that’s the end of my dream story.
In rewriting the story written in 2004 I did not change the contents other than to delete any parts that accommodated religion, 1000 pages became 138 pages, this is now the only genuine story of my dream,
Finished 9/3/2020 written by Frank P McEnroe.
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