Dream: We Are All One

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I woke up early this morning to run an errand with my son, but my husband offered to take him instead. Since I’ve been feeling under the weather, I agreed to let him. As I rolled back over, I had a prayer in my mind asking God to show me what He wants for my life, to show me a feeling / a picture of the way my ideal life (the one He envisions) would be for me. In other words, surround me in that life and let me experience it for a spell so I understand where we’re heading.

The Dream

Eventually, I dozed off and I dreamed that I was talking to a couple I don’t know who were young married with a small child. The woman felt that everything was on her and that the man did nothing. It seemed true. He didn’t seem invested in the child. The woman wanted a divorce and while the man didn’t want one, he seemed unwilling to fight to make it work.

I was walking with them toward our house and I advised her not to give up so early. I told her I worked 28 years on my first marriage. “You have to at least try… it wasn’t until after much struggle and feeling like I could not carry the burden any longer that I finally said enough is enough.”

The woman said that my first husband was in my karmic debt. It had to end because he did not pay his fair share. It was out of balance. She then commented that it often seems to be the case — that women usually carry an unfair share of the load.

I felt her comments were very unfair to men in general – to lump them all in a group. I started to say, “What about all the men who work long hours to provide for their families?” But I sensed she would have a come-back for that because she was a working mother.

She continued to grumble on about men under her breath. I couldn’t distinguish what she was saying but it seemed she felt all men were indebted to women. We were walking in the front of my church’s parking lot now and I asked her, “Is there any man who is not in debt to a woman?”

She replied that every man was indebted to a woman – whether it was his wife or his mother. “All men are indebted to a woman,” she said, adding: “That isn’t right.”

As we entered the glass doors of the building, I asked her, “Is life fair?”

“It ought to be,” she insisted.

I entered the foyer thinking that all of us are in debt to the women who bore us and gave birth to us – whether we’re women or men. Still talking, I said, “I think of my own children. Whenever I spend any amount of time speaking with them, they bring me joy. I am overjoyed to spend even a little time with them, to see how bright and beautiful they are. I’m not sitting there thinking, ‘They owe me. They are in my debt.’”

“They are,” I continued, “but do you think that matters to me? Do you think I’m keeping score? The love we give to one person may not be returned by that person. The person to whom we give may not give back to us directly. We are all one, and when we give to one, we give to everyone and we give to ourselves.”

I knelt down and gave a hug to a little girl who was milling around in the foyer. “If I give love to this child, she may not love me back. But she will go forward and be loving to someone else. We are all one and if I love her, she will love another.”

I expected the little girl would want to run along her way, but she nestled into me and wanted to stay nearby as I finished with, “We are all one.”

The young married woman sat down in a cushioned chair and began to weep.

That’s when I awakened from the dream.