Hello, bloggers.
I wanted to share with you a long and involved dream, which came to me from the other side last November, on Thanksgiving night.
In the dream, there were beings that were educators, and they spoke to me for hours and hours, taking me from the beginning of history up to the present day and beyond. They spoke to me in images and words. Here is what they said:
“When the world was created and human beings came to dominate the earth, the species had to survive. Therefore, the gene structures were created such that the bigger, the better; the meaner, the better. Male dominance was persistent because males had to hunt down the food and defend against interlopers.
The females, then, looked for the dominant male, so their offspring would be better able to defend themselves and become part of the survival system.
This went on until the mental capacity changed and a few of the lesser physically able but more mentally able beings were able to use objects that would overcome the agility, force, and power of the bigger individual. That was when stones and sticks turned into weapons, and the whole system changed. You didn’t have to be the biggest and the meanest; you had to be the smartest.
That scenario then became impregnated into the gene structure itself over the millennia. To this day, you can see that in much of the animal world, where the lions kill the offspring: first the dominant male when they get old, then the offspring, so they can impregnate the females and imprint their own genes.
But in the human species, the bigger the weapon, the more dominant the culture. You can see history unfold in this manner, with great battles and military achievements, so that the use of weaponry and the destruction of other cultures became not the anomaly, but the norm.
As time went on, people gathered together as tribes and then as nations, and would wage war on other nations, because this was the nature of the development of cultures. Within those cultures, there was always a dominant ruling class, so that if some minor skirmish brought out a revolt, those revolters would be killed. By eliminating the revolters from the scene, it enabled concerted power sources to endure, such as the Roman Empire, Genghis Kahn, Hitler, and Stalin.
In the 20th Century, the human species made the ultimate weapon, the bombs of destruction. Now, this planet has the ability to destroy this planet.
Now, Lamb, you say you’re looking for a “New Los Alamos.” One of the answers to creating a New Los Alamos will be a pact to be signed by all nations of the world. The pact would state that if any one of them would be the first user of nuclear weapons, under any circumstances, good or bad—and there are no good circumstances to use them—then all other nations would have an automatic system to instantaneously redeploy their weapons to completely and utterly destroy the nation that initiated it.”
At this point in the dream, I said to the educators:
"But that is not an answer, because embedded in all cultures are fanatics whose most dominant instinct is self-preservation. But today, in some people, that instinct has been replaced with hatred and death. These people will give up their lives to kill other people, knowing as they go into it that they are going to die...
“...So a well-financed, well-organized group could decide to destroy peaceful nations by masking incidents that supposedly came from that nation, in a way that would lead that whole nation to be destroyed. If a group came into the U.S. and organized undercover, and was able to launch a weapon from the U.S., then the whole United States would be destroyed.”
The educators then answered:
“If that is so, then you are left with the process of turning people who are haters and want to destory everyone, into people who love everyone and are part of the mainstream. When you do that, that’s a two-way street, because the powerful have to become much more inclusive and much more tolerant. They must have acceptance of everyone. There must be an equalization, but it must occur without the regimentation of the whole system.
We know that Communism doesn’t work, so you’re not only changing the supposedly bad people, you’re also changing the supposedly good people, and that is the salvation of your planet. Do you think that your message can do that, Lamb?”
And I said, “Yes.”
And they said: “Okay, now we’re going to take a lesson in reality. You’re now going to spend a couple hours going through your messages before test audiences, and you will be able to read their minds to see how they respond to what you’re saying as you try to save the world.”
So I went through everyone I knew, every power structure I know, every location I’ve ever been to, and it was so disturbing: There would be thousands of people who I’d talk to, and I’d say to myself, “Why are they here?” And the answer, from being able to know what they were thinking, was: “Because there was a free dinner offered.”
There were other one-on-one meetings, and meetings with only two or three people in the room, and there was constantly somebody standing behind me at all these different events. Sometimes they were children, other times they were old people, teenagers, middle-aged people, and they’d break in as I was talking and say, “Mr. Lamb, where’s the washroom?” Or “Mr. Lamb, I don’t have a napkin.” It was like a barking dog was always tugging at my pant leg, trying to get my attention.
Sheila was there in the dream, rounding up all these different people. I came into one of the rooms, a fantastic, white room, like what you’d imagine as the site of a great feast or wedding. And I said to Sheila, “Boy, this is great! These people will really understand what I’m talking about!”
And she said, “You’re going to have to get your message out really quick, because everybody’s here to eat the sausages. The best thing you can do to keep their attention is to give your deepest message while everybody’s still shoveling down their sausages.”
Later on, I walked into another room to talk to another group, and they seemed to be very excited in anticipation of what I was going to say. As soon as I started my talk, 90% of the people got up and walked out. I asked someone what was going on, and they said, “This was the waiting room for a movie.”
Finally, after myriads of these things, I met with Sheila and said to her, “What the hell’s going on?”
And she said, “I’ve had five people in this room, and I think they’re really going to do something about what you’re saying.”
So I went in, and four of them said, “We’re really for you.” The fifth one said, “Yeah, and boy, am I going to make millions on this!”
And then, finally, the speaking to all the different people and groups stopped.
The educators then said to me: “Lamb, our consensus is, you’re wasting your time. In fact, we have a lot more work for you to do somewhere else, which would be much more meaningful for you. We’d like you to come with us.”
And I said, “No, thank you. I still think I can do it.”
They said, “Give us a call if you change your mind, but know this: It’s going to be tough. As you can see, we don’t make the rules; we’re just here as the educators. We’d rather see you come with us than waste your time with these people who don’t know what the hell you’re doing.”
And I repeated, “I still have hope I can do it.”
That was the end of the dream.
What did it mean? Who were the educators?
If I had to guess, I’d say it was the voices of all the spirits in my paintings. They were trying to show me the enormity of it. You go into a movie theater with 10,000 people, and everybody is looking at the most wonderful movie with the greatest score and the greatest lines every spoken by man. And the whole theater is on fire, and only 5 people are yelling “Fire,” and the rest are saying “Be quiet; we want to watch the movie!”
The people I was speaking to in the different meeting halls in the dream, didn’t want to hear about it; they were there out of courtesy; they didn’t like the message or didn’t care about it. The educators laid it all out for me, and it was so immense.
A normal person, who was not crazy, would look at the immensity of the task and just say, “The hell with this! Take me with you, wherever you’re going! Show me the door, and I’ll walk through it! I hope they have a good, cold beer and a shot for me!”
You could also make a case that the dream was the devils trying to discourage me. It is what it is.
It makes me question whether this is a hopeless cause I’m undertaking. I don’t know the answer to that; I don’t think the book is written yet. I think—I know—that if there wasn’t a Don Quixote out there to tilt at the windmill and take on the task, there would be no hope.
The technology for killing has far outpaced the technology for loving. We’ve baked the cake for our own destruction. 99% of the bakers don’t want to hear about it. Only 1% wants to save us from ourselves. To do that is going to mean basic change.
I thought long and hard about whether I wanted to write about my dream on the Blog. My daughter Sheila told me I definitely should, because I’ve never shied away from controversy. My wife, Rose, told me it couldn’t possibly make me seem any crazier than I actually am—or maybe it could.
If you have any thoughts on it, or what it might mean, I’d love to hear from you.
Matt