dreamland and treachery
Jan. 18th, 2011 05:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obliviettoI just woke from the oddest dream.
I dreamt I was the eldest offspring of a powerful god. I had awareness that I'd taken other forms before the events of this dream, but in this series of events I was a beautiful, raven-haired woman. I had two divine siblings in the dream, and the three of us were tasked with ensuring that a mortal woman was impregnated with our divine father's child. There was no physical procreation involved; just trickery. It was so very strange, like something straight out of mythology. The one concession to modern life: we lived in an ultra-luxurious, centuries-old hotel. We had to wait there for the chosen mortal to arrive, and then carry out our plan. It involved my younger siblings changing their forms to frighten the mortal woman and drive her to trust me - sort of a goodgod cop, bad cop thing. The plan succeeded and there was great rejoicing in whatever Olympus-like place we were from. There was a divine choir that sang a beautiful anthem. I wish I could remember it and transcribe it! In any event, the dream left me feeling very, very odd and discomfited. I woke with a migraine, so maybe the whole thing was just a weird little brain hiccup. I hope I don't forget the dream, though.
So Jean-Claude Baby Doc Duvalier is back in Haiti. This is, in my opinion, utter betrayal on the part of our government. If we had the power and the means to force Duvalier, his family, and his regime out of Haiti twenty-five years ago, we certainly have the power to keep him out. His departure was celebrated by Haiti's people, and they hunted down and killed his Macoute (translated: "bogeymen"), who had acted outside the law for years, stealing, raping, pillaging, and otherwise terrorizing poor villagers. They were known by their trademark mirrored sunglasses, which were found discarded all over Haiti after Duvalier's departure, in an attempt to hide themselves amongst the people. But memories are long. Mirrored sunglasses would not stop me from recognizing a Macoute who had raped my daughter or murdered my son, and I would take grim pleasure in my vengeance.
When Baby Doc left Haiti, he took much of the country's wealth with him. As despicable as this was, we apparently tolerated it in return for his promise that he would NEVER return. But he has left Paris, where he's been living in comfort for the last quarter-century, and he has returned to Haiti, perhaps sensing a power-vacuum in the continuing devastation after last year's quake. I am angry that we did not hold him to his word, and I am fearful of the havoc he may wreak now that he's back. Haiti's poor and hungry hold a special place in my heart, and I pray for their well-being.
Pax et bonum,
~O~
ETA: Hooray! Duvalier has been detained by Haitian police and taken before a judge, who will determine whether he will stand trial for his reign of greed and terror.
I dreamt I was the eldest offspring of a powerful god. I had awareness that I'd taken other forms before the events of this dream, but in this series of events I was a beautiful, raven-haired woman. I had two divine siblings in the dream, and the three of us were tasked with ensuring that a mortal woman was impregnated with our divine father's child. There was no physical procreation involved; just trickery. It was so very strange, like something straight out of mythology. The one concession to modern life: we lived in an ultra-luxurious, centuries-old hotel. We had to wait there for the chosen mortal to arrive, and then carry out our plan. It involved my younger siblings changing their forms to frighten the mortal woman and drive her to trust me - sort of a good
So Jean-Claude Baby Doc Duvalier is back in Haiti. This is, in my opinion, utter betrayal on the part of our government. If we had the power and the means to force Duvalier, his family, and his regime out of Haiti twenty-five years ago, we certainly have the power to keep him out. His departure was celebrated by Haiti's people, and they hunted down and killed his Macoute (translated: "bogeymen"), who had acted outside the law for years, stealing, raping, pillaging, and otherwise terrorizing poor villagers. They were known by their trademark mirrored sunglasses, which were found discarded all over Haiti after Duvalier's departure, in an attempt to hide themselves amongst the people. But memories are long. Mirrored sunglasses would not stop me from recognizing a Macoute who had raped my daughter or murdered my son, and I would take grim pleasure in my vengeance.
When Baby Doc left Haiti, he took much of the country's wealth with him. As despicable as this was, we apparently tolerated it in return for his promise that he would NEVER return. But he has left Paris, where he's been living in comfort for the last quarter-century, and he has returned to Haiti, perhaps sensing a power-vacuum in the continuing devastation after last year's quake. I am angry that we did not hold him to his word, and I am fearful of the havoc he may wreak now that he's back. Haiti's poor and hungry hold a special place in my heart, and I pray for their well-being.
Pax et bonum,
~O~
ETA: Hooray! Duvalier has been detained by Haitian police and taken before a judge, who will determine whether he will stand trial for his reign of greed and terror.
