I Found A White Dove

An introduction from me: Sometimes I find myself flipping through news papers, just walking down the street, or watching the evening news and I cannot help but want to weep because of the things I see. As horrible as it is to see a crisis going on somewhere such as the disasters in Japan and everywhere else around the world currently and all through history I cannot help but notice that it always brings out some gleam of goodness in people. I realized that if we all spent more of our energy on focusing on the entire picture of life, and actually learning with our morals perhaps we could do something wonderful with life. We cannot prevent natural disasters, but we can prevent conflict among each other.  One night I finally broke down and  found myself writing a short fantasy blurb related to the things I often think about. It is not written from my exact personal experiences just a collection of ideas I put into something a bit more enticing. I do not know how it will evolve into a story (if ever it will.)

This is my draft so far, I hope you can take a moment to read over it even if I do not know you personally I have made my notes available for public viewing, thank you. 

-Dawna Maria Walker

"I dedicate this to the peace keepers, the lovers, and my flowered and beaded friends, but most of all I dedicate it to those who have not yet found peace in their hearts."

I Found a White Dove

I was sitting inside a white room when something whispered to me that there would be no healing until we took the time to open our eyes to see our world for what it really was. It made me think of life and the of limbers of trees, massive oceans, and small birds. "How did these things connect? " I  thought to myself  "How do WE as humans come into play?" I understood that animals had always fought that even humans fought, but on the other side of that spectrum I thought it was foolish to be fighting over things like oil. I thought it was wasteful, and disgusting that we could kill our own kind over something like that, or that we could prosecute someone to death for killing someone themselves whether it was considered murder or not. How could we be so blind?  Would the hypocrisy stop? Had the wars ever REALLY solved anything? and even if they did I was positive there was a better way to solve those issues. There just had to be a better option than this. 

I longed to be in a place of worlds that did not kill, a place where worlds could only create things like peace. I had always imagined a place where instead of dropping bombs during war we could drop things like paintbrushes and canvases from airplanes, so that we could learn how to better use our imaginations. We could use knowledge as a means of mass change to further our society in a positive direction. We could even send down recorded images of the effects that nuclear war had on us to all the countries we had conflicts with throughout history. It all seemed so simple; letters, photographs, and books slowly drifting down from the sky so that people would remember what all the wars had really cause. Maybe then they would catch a glimpse of something better, radical pacifistic ideals that would change the world . Perhaps all the governments and citizens would be reminded of how horrible the idea of these wars really were, and how sickening the effects of them always turned out to be. What if we just we just refused to use violence a way to force our ideals on others?

 Instead of being in a place like that where everything seemed so simple, I often found myself sitting in a room I call my inner self. I had been sitting in that room for a long time. I sat in the small white room for hours sometimes, just sitting, pondering, and absorbing any small fragment of information that entered that small white room. I loved the room it was clean, well kept, and it felt so organic. I sat in there for long enough to realize that there was not enough space there for fire or hate. Upon understanding this something started to blossom, it started like a golden thread that trickled down into my heart. It was beautiful ripe fruit. All I wanted to do was to take a bite into it's sweet nectar in hopes that it could end all chaos, I wanted to show the world! I wanted to put this thing I found called peace in my pocket and give it to the first person I saw and tell them to pass it on. Before any of this came to mind I spent too much time seeking out happiness for myself, I found after years that when I sought it out for myself it never really showed up. When I sought out happiness for others, happiness and contentment always had it's way of finding me. Peace told me to stop and listen, it told me to be patient, that time could heal. Peace was restful, it was wise, it did not reject anybody or select anybody and above all it created unity. I imagined the idea of peace to be something of a white dove soaring through a vanilla flavored sky. The place I imagined would be a world where we could a be free from the harms of social hierarchy, it would be more power to love, instead of love of power. 

The idea of a world filled with peace was not just intended for the free spirited flower children either, although they considered the ideas to be quite  groovy anyway. These ideas were for everyone the idea of a better place was intended for us all; the working man, the burn outs, the usual conformists, the youth, the retired, the yuppies, the veterans, the rich, the poverty stricken, the poets, the dreamers, criminals, the freaks, the immigrants, the artists, the natives, the religious, the atheists, the men, the women, the blacks, the whites, the just plain old average folks and anyone else who had ever existed or ever would exist. It was not just intended for our nation, it was about entire world! We were going to take it back. I wanted this peace movement to be the biggest damn revolution the world had ever seen. It would be an overthrow of the government in favor of a new system, better system in this case a non-violent peace uprising. I must admit that even I did not actually know if it was entirely possible at the time, but let me tell you I was wrong, wrong about the best of things.