Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Prophetic Dream Witness

A speech I gave in front of the Iowa Air National Guard Drone Command Center.


Good afternoon, I first want to recognize all of the folks that have come before us,
all of the peacemakers: Berrigan Brothers, Franz Jagastatter, Ammon Hennacy,
Dorothy Day, Indigenous people - the Meskwaki, Martin Luther King Jr., Thomas
Merton, and many more. I also want to recognize the peacemakers with us today
at the Drone Command Center and around the world: Julie Brown, Daniel Hale,
Chelsea Manning, King’s Bay Plowshare 7, Kathy Kelly, Carol and Ardeth, Brian
Terrell, Greg Boertje-Obed, Four Necessity Valve Turners, John Dear, Karl Kabet,
Jeff Dietrich, Steve Baggerly, Mike and Barb, John LaForge, Jessica and Ruby,
Elliot Adams, Ann Wright, and many, many more, especially the women, because
they make up the majority of peacemakers and grassroots organizers. We also
give thanks to the birds and the animals of this beautiful planet. 
There are also other things that fly high above in the sky. These things include unmanned
aerial vehicles and drones, killer drones. These drones are being flown right now,
controlled by people right in front of us, behind those wretched black gates.
They search for people to kill 24/7, they are relentless, and they are secret.
Flying in places such as Iraq, Iran, Syria, Afghanistan, Somalia, and probably
many more places that are kept secret and hidden. However, we know the pilots
are not secret or hidden. They shop in the same stores we do, right after bombing
a wedding! We have heard from the victims, and we have heard from the pilots,
and the facts are that both sides end up suffering, either from broken bodies, broken
minds, or both. 
The surrounding conflict has seeped into my dreams. Dreams have a prophetic tone
to them. Martin Luther King’s dream struck a nerve with people, mainly
African-Americans, at his famous DC speech. You could call it prophetic dream witness. 
I woke up at 5 a.m. on a rainy Tuesday morning in April, which is an hour to a
couple hours early for my normal waking hour. My dream had a great impact on me.
I think it was the cry of the masses, the cry of over two million people sitting in jail
in the United States, the cry of the newborn infant and mother in a war-torn country
such as Afghanistan, Syria, Iraq, or Palestine, the list goes on. 
As I was startled awake by the subconscious cry of the enslaved masses, the
downtrodden, I had a flashback to another dream. In late 2016, I woke up with
my eyes full of tears and a wail coming from deep inside; it was an all-out weeping
moment. I don’t remember much of the dream. I remember all of the beaten and
battered faces of women, children, and men. My mind at that time connected these
faces to those of Syria, now an utterly devastated land, wrecked from all sides by
Russia, the United States, Assad, the military industrial complex, opportunistic war
lords, and false prophets, prophets of violence and doom. 
The tears streaming down my face were a small price to pay for my inaction. I didn’t
keep this dream to myself. I shared it with my faith community, Manhattan Mennonite
Church. I read their faces upon my delivery. They knew the pain, the feeling of sand
running through the creases of our fingers, justice does the same. 
So here I am again, but different location, yet advancement is happening.
I no longer follow the star of the liberals, I follow dreams. Dreams of a simplified
people around the eradication of poverty, war, industrial agriculture, prisons, police,
guns, landlords, nuclear weapons, and the need for unending “progress,” and let’s
not forget the slow takeover of screens, Google, Facebook, and their ilk. 
The woman in my rainy Tuesday dream was reaching out for help, her baby wasn’t
crying, though he should have been, and there was also blood dripping down her thighs.
We were outside a hospital, yet no one came out to rescue her. Meanwhile, a group of
soldiers marched by, and not even a glance was made toward this unravelling situation.
The new mother collapsed, and people came rushing from behind me to come to her aid.
I was looking up, and then I awoke. 
I give some thought to the dreams I have, but most of the time they pass by like
windy Kansas clouds. This one hung over me like a sheet of storm clouds. 
Our continued effort at the Des Moines Catholic Worker to serve those in need,
coupled with a continued presence at the Iowa Air National Guard Drone
Command Center helps to create “a society where it is easier to do good,”
and also continue the deep calling of the most unheard suffering masses, to be a
witness, a prophetic dream witness. 
So I stand here, after hearing the cries for help, and I am reminded about Jesus’
call for nonviolence and love for thy enemy. 
Peter Maurin’s Easy Essay titled, “Big Shots and Little Shots,” helps me to
remember the reason we promote and practice nonviolent tactics: 


Big Shots and Little Shots


When the big shots
Become bigger shots
Then the little shots
Become littler shots.
And when the little shots


Become littler shots
Because the big shots
Become bigger shots
Then the Little shots
Get mad at the big shots. 


And when the little shots
Get mad at the big shots
Because the big shots
By becoming bigger shots
Make the little shots
Littler shots
They shoot the big shots
Full of little shots. 


But by shooting the big shots
Full of little shots
The little shots
Do not become big shots
They make everything shot. 


I am going to try and enter the base today, to try and stop those inside from
committing these horrendous acts of violence, secret violence. They won’t let
me in by the door, so I have to use other means. 
Think of a burning building, children inside, children being killed from inside.
Stopping the killing is of utmost importance, it is needed! 
On my back I have the Lovarchy symbol, a symbol for peace and unity, ruled by no one. 
As we attempt to stop those hateful acts, I think of our Creator who showed the
most love for us. I must act on my conscience. I call on all to join me, to join this
cause to save our planet from the number one polluter, to rebel against extinction! 

May the peace of the universe be with you. May Krsna be with you! May
God be with you! Hare Krsna! Shalom! I love you all!


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