a dream worth dying for

[Guest guest]

I had a vision that was so vivid and real that it is etched into the

very core of my being.

 

It began as a haze of light that grew

until it glowed as the snow white robe of a face

on which I could see every wrinkle and every hair as if magnified.

this glow then reflected off a halo and two faces

one on the left and the other the right

with a pure and pristine White Dove above.

 

The right was Jesus and the left was Allah.

Osama spoke in the most perfect fluent Hebrew of which I had no

knowledge and yet I understood it as if the words were mine. Why, I

even recognized Jesus' dialect.

Osama looked me in the eye and swore a vengeance on evil in the world

… he swore that there would be no stone unturned, no slaughter or

terror that would be spared for his vengeance against evil … a

slaughter and terror that not even Krishna could have imagined at

Mahabharata.

 

And then with approval from his right and left, and from above, he

declared that he was the second-coming … that it was his duty to

finally rid the world of all evil like Jesus never could, for the

sake of good.

And all this definitive vengeance was not for the Dove above or his

left or right, that echoed their approval, but for the Father he

never had… for the mentor, guru and master to which he owed

everything … his real god, and indeed the creator without which he

would be nothing:

George W. Bush.

 

and then I woke up

in my Oval Office.