Teaching Peace: Is my dream real?

I dreamt in 1998 that I was teaching peace to children. I woke in the middle of the night quite excited. The next day I rang a friend of mine who is a teacher and asked ‘does anyone teach peace to children, is there a dedicated subject?’, he said we teach social studies and within that war and peace issues, but there is no subject called peace or a peace concept underpinning the curriculum. This dream jumped my track from being a market analyst to the unknown. I didn’t know how I would teach peace to children, but the seed was planted in the dream. I certainly didn’t want to do a four year degree to get qualified. So I let it go and life showed me the way. It wasn’t until 2003/4 that I had my first experience of teaching children peace. This culminated from my trip in Russia with Patch Adams and the powerful effect of clowns and the connection to peace. I saw differently, I could see that clowns in their pure state were the model of peace. We are unconditional in our love, we just think love nothing else and we love everyone. There was a beautiful harmony in seeing the world differently. I saw the beauty and realised the lie of limitation, I knew we are not less than wonderful. I had a window into the real world. Only love is real.

So my dream came true. I teach peace all the time, as I am teaching you peace now. I feel the most beautiful desire to be of service to others. It is not a lecture it is through example, peace is who we all are. My blog of philosophy was an introduction into what it means to think and see differently, we now move from what we have perceived as solid ground to the shifting sand, the universe is shifting sand or you could envisage it as a mosaic constantly changing, comprised of energy. All thought is electromagnetic energy. So consider the power of that. You are truly magnificent, I can see that. And you will too when you learn to see differently and explore peace, that leads you to happiness.

Here is my poem I wrote about my dream.

TEACHING PEACE

Awakened from a dream,
I’m teaching peace to children is the scene,
My reality fades into the dream of life,
Cocooned by distractions,
Thoughts in fractions.

Peace resides in the spaces,
Invisible and yet alive,
In the corners of my mind,
If I seek it I do not find,
Because the seeking pushes it away,
Into the arms of the sublime.

Peaceing together the mystery,
On the trail of truth,
Incompletion,
The house has no roof,
But I see the stars,
And they navigate my way.

The pattern of life,
Vibrates the song of love,
Echoing in the chamber of mirrors,
Reflecting back to you,
Who you are,
In relationship.

Has your ship come in?
Or are you waiting in the empty spaces?
Between the notes of your song,
To hear the chorus of love,
To unravel your meaning,
to release your feeling of isolation.
In the prison of your mind,
The key is passion,
Open up the doors of freedom,
Working from the inside out,
Why whisper when you can shout,
Your uniqueness from a mountain top,
The way of truth, love and joy,
Will make it all stop.

And in the aftermath of intense feeling,
When you have liberated your soul,
The cool wind of acceptance,
Blows the cobwebs from your heart,
You realise you have come back,
To where you start,
And listening to the final drum beat,
There is no defeat,

To breathe is miraculous,
To experience is conception,
All life revolves around the fragments of perception,
But the centre remains still,
It is unchanging,
It is ancient,
But it dares not act,
The circle is the fact,
No beginning no end,
No need to pretend,
It is what it is,
And that is so.