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stars, spatial wormholes and unborn planets, heard her screams and moans. They knew what she was

suffering through, and why she was willing to do so.

In Zimbabwe, I was not afraid. In preparing to go there, I became willing to free myself from the

bondage of everything I knew. I was required to take a leap of faith into a new way of behaving in the

world no matter what the personal consequences would be. I had to let go of everything familiar. I

could no longer spend my time on anything not aligned with healing. I had to let go of control,

numbing domesticity, friends, family, and a marriage that was not serving the needs of my soul. I was

required to let go of the illusion that I might live and embrace the fact that everything—including me—

was impermanent.

I had no idea when I said yes to go to South Africa that I’d be irrevocably dismantled. Nothing familiar

remained. My body, now surgically altered, was the least of the changes. It was as if I were dissolved

down to my bones. This transformation was necessary to equip me with clear vision to walk—less

encumbered—to meet the future. After September 11, I wasn’t sure there would even be a future. Old

assumptions and a former order all had to be replaced, but with what?

This is the call of the dream. It reminds me—us—that we need to question everything we've taken for

granted: all non-­‐essential activities. Everything that seduces us away from following a sacred order

needs to be thrown away. I think the dream reminds me of this while also being a warning that what

we once knew and depended upon is no more. We need to prepare.

What I think I know now reviewing this dream is that it is a warning—a clear warning—that the end of

this world is imminent. It’s as if the breath taken in immediately before the trauma is the world’s last.

It’s a big breath and the entire body of the earth reverberates with it. Its exhale will be the next

Tsunami. The last gasp here is both environmental and social. Everything is disintegrating—our world,

our families and, ineluctably, the future. We are in the last inhale. The cataclysm is about to happen.

The animals know this. They are trying to tell us.