Page 83 - Dark Matter:Women Witnessing Issue2

I am not writing in a straight line. I am writing in a circle. If you write in a circle then there is a field within it. The

field is the earth and the future. A Literature of Restoration holds the earth and its future in its arms.

Here comes the rain. I must speak about the rain in a time of drought. I must speak about the rage and anger

of rain. I must speak about the rain as it returns as one who has been in prison or in exile. I could not call for the

rain to return, I could only pray for its welfare wherever it had sequestered itself, wherever it was hiding. I could

only pray for the soul of the rain, wherever it was confined or held captive.

What needs to be offered, so the rain can be free to be itself?

We must change for the land to be free. In order for the rain to be free to come to the land that requires it, we

must change. We must change entirely. We must change so that we do not live against the earth and we do not

live against the rain. We must give our lives to the rain.

I give my life.

This is what the dream requires through its language from another world. It is a sacred message from Spirit. The

dream comes in its own language to remind us that we have to find, remember, learn and develop this Language

so we will understand. Understand the dream. Understand what we are being called to set right. Understand

what we are being called to create: She will not kill.

Here is the dream.

The dream came in another language. That is, it came in a rhythm from another language and, therefore, spoke

of another world than the one we inhabit when we speak English. An unknown world.

I am, or she is, holding the photo and speaking to him, or he is the face in the photo. I am, or she is, saying, “No,

you will not kill.” He, as a revolutionary, or they, together, they will do what they must, what they have been

doing, what has been necessary, but they are here in this country, this Spain of the Imagination, and they will

leave without killing. Killing will not be the last act. Killing is not sanctioned. I am, or she is, adamant.

But now I am the Mother in a Spain of the Imagination and I am going to the Teacher. I open the door. I tell her

that I am here on my knees. I fall to my knees before her. One can only fall to one’s knees before someone one

trusts implicitly. We are women in a Spain of the Imagination. We have dark hair, our faces are strong and

clear, we wear black skirts and white blouses. But if we wore only black you would not be surprised.

85