Hole in the Fence

Am re-posting this one.  It was only up for 2 days.  And here is the latest news from Huffington Post on the status of GMO Alfalfa.  http://tinyurl.com/ylxbtuy

This is from Natural News.com as of March 17, 2010  http://www.NaturalNews.com/028388_GM_crops_kidney_damage.html GMO’s cause liver and kidney damage.

This is the last in a series on GMO’s and the First in a series on what to do about them.

I had a dream last night.  I was in an old wooden warehouse. It was very spacious and dimly lit with only natural light though I did not see any windows. It had recessed worn down pathways for walking and a few people were strolling along it unhurried. Then rather suddenly it became a very congested crowded marketplace, hectic. People everywhere shoulder to shoulder. I felt trapped.

Someone friendly but unfamiliar approached with a tall white paper cup with a black lid on it. She said it was tea and asked me to deliver it to someone whose name I did not recognize. She began to explain where this person could be found. I listened trying to hear what she was saying but I only caught every other word. And the words I did catch didn’t make any sense. One word sounded like LEAD I think it was spelled LED in my dream and was particularly confusing. It sounded like a word I knew but it was not in any context.

Muffled sounds in the background and masses of out-of-focus people with very colorful clothing barely registered as I listened intently trying to make sense out of what she was saying. It seemed like a reasonable request and she seemed very calm amid all the confusion, in asking it.  I agreed to do what she asked but explained I could not understand anything she was saying. She didn’t attempt any further explanation but just smiled confidently, pointed in the direction I was to go and handed me the paper cup.  As I turned around to head in the direction she was pointing I was instantaneously engulfed in the crowd but not feeling trapped. I didn’t know how I was going to find the person I was to deliver the tea to but that did not seem to bother me.

The warehouse was now overflowing with people.  The pathways disappeared.  I headed for an open space that looked to be in an outdoor courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard was a huge object. Strange looking, different, interesting, nothing I had ever seen before. I was curious and approached the area. Standing near the object were 3 small children and a women, I took to be their mother. The children were light skinned, rosy cheeked, meek and mild yet very curiously studying the huge object that was doing nothing.  The mother dressed in heavy dark clothing and wearing a brimmed hat pulled down over her ears was closest to the oldest of the three who appeared to be about 7 years old.

With a rather cautious but steadied hand the oldest boy reached out to touch a section of the object. The object was a ball encased in a case.  It reminded me of how a ball bearing fits inside of a case and moves effortlessly within the casing. Such a curiosity. It was begging to be touched.  I could feel the excitement and anticipation in the young boy’s outreached hand. Eyes twinkling with wonder. Then without warning, the woman strikes the child with great force across his head knocking him off balance while shouting. “DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.” The mild mannered rosy-cheeked child grabs the impact point on his face and looks at his mother in absolute confused, stunned, disbelief. The innocent, wondrous, magical curiosity that filled his whole being was gone replaced with a shattered vacant tearful stare.

My angry and rage was instantaneous but before I could do anything they evaporated into the crowd.  At this point I woke up still feeling the angry . I started to recall the dream. I remembered this one. I remembered the feelings. It meant something. It made me think. To me dreams are about feelings. When we are awake, I think we rely more on our thinking brain to get things done. Which is a good thing especially when our brain says that is a stop sign.  This usual means, however, we have very strong feeling about things that happen during the day but are not able to deal with them at the time. Grave injustices that are happening before our eyes, a child dies from hungry and we can do nothing but drive on. So we push these feelings down where they wait and wait sometimes for a very long time before we allow ourselves to feel them. Dreaming, I think is a way of allowing these feelings to happen without the hurt  that goes with it.  We don’t have to make sense out of our dreams or explain to our ego why we felt the way we did in the dream.  It’s o.k. to dream.  No guilt.

I went to sleep thinking about this blog.  I was looking for an image to post that would depict the title I was wrestling with. Titles I had “GMO’s: the Beginning of the End.”  “GMO’s End of the Line.” I am wondering if the answer I was wrestling with in my awake state wasn’t somehow tied up with the feelings I was having in this dream.  I am now trying to get my head to listen to my heart to figure out what it all means. My logical, practical brain is saying never mind it is not important, DON’T GO THERE.  My heart is saying this is very important stop thinking and listen to me.

I am listening. I am just not understanding. OMG.  There it is.  The part of the dream where I was not understanding the words. It all makes sense now.  Well, just a little.  I ran this dream by Cassie. I liked her interpretation best. There is a real conflict within me where I need to let go of some old feelings to make room for the fresh new ideas yet to be felt.

As you can tell from this series on GMO’s I feel very strongly about the subject. Using my dream as a guide I am going to venture into unchartered territory.  I have contacted the Community Environmental Legal Defense Fund http://www.celdf.org/ They help ordinary people write local ordinances. I want to introduce a local ordinance that would require all GMO products be identified with a single red dot on the Point of Purchase signage. This is a labeling strategy.  I have absolutely no idea what I am doing or how to do it.  That doesn’t seem to make a difference. All I know for sure is that I feel this is important and needs to be done.  I may get slapped aside the head just as a reminder to keep touching things I have never touched before. So if you would like to follow along on this next adventure I will be posting the step by step process on how to write a city ordinance. You are going to get the ups the downs and everything in between.   This is the Beginning of the End for GMO’s.  Yea right.  In my dreams.

Part 1 of the GMO story: Do Trees Sneeze?

https://holeinthefence.net/2009/12/18/what-is-a-gmo-do-trees-sneeze-1-of-6/

Part 2 of the GMO Story: The Big Bang.

https://holeinthefence.net/2010/01/01/gmo-part-2-of-6-the-big-bang/

Part 3 of the  GMO Story- They Kingdom Come Thy will be Done

https://holeinthefence.net/2010/01/16/gmo-story-continued-thy-kingdom-come-thy-will-be-done-on-earth-part-3-of-6/

Part 4 of the GMO Story: Attack of the Killer Tomato

https://holeinthefence.net/2010/02/02/gmo-story-part-4-attack-of-the-killer-tomatoes/

Part 5 of the GMO Story: End of the Line for GMO’s

https://holeinthefence.net/2010/03/07/gmos-end-of-the-line-part-5-of-5/