A mystical experience in the form of a vision shared by Lola Georg.
This vision was revealed during silent meditation in a group setting.
In my mind’s eye, I see a beautiful, white dove flying over the ocean. The dove turns and flies towards land. As it flies away from the ocean and further over the land, it comes upon a war-torn countryside. Death and destruction loom below, and what was once beautiful is now horrific. A huge military gun on the ground shoots at the dove (which seems like a bit of over kill), hits it, and the dove falls to the ground, dead.
But, it does not stay dead. It becomes alive again and starts to fly. Immediately, a person on the ground with a rifle shoots the dove. The dove is struck a second time, and falls to the ground, dead. Once again, the dove becomes alive and starts to fly. This time, another dove flies in from the ocean. Both doves are shot down, and both fall to the ground, dead, only shortly thereafter to fly again.
More doves are coming from the ocean. The people on the ground fire multiple rounds into the sky, shooting the doves, which drop to the ground, dead, only to come to life and fly again. This scenario plays out over and over again, until there are thousands of doves in the sky. Eventually, there are so many doves that the original dove is lost in the throngs.
After awhile, the people start to realize the futility of it all. Yes, they can shoot and kill the doves, but the doves come to life and fly again. In fact, there are millions of doves in the air, and very few on the ground, and the ones on the ground are getting up to fly.
Eventually, the people stop shooting, as the whole exercise is pointless. Upon this realization, the doves band together, flying as a cohesive group. They form a river of doves and begin to circle the planet. I see the earth from a point in space and there are doves orbiting the planet in unison.
Lola’s Reflection:
This vision does not seem to apply to me personally, as some other visions have. I notice that doves are a traditional symbol of peace, and the first dove leaves the ocean to fly over a battlefield. What is the point in shooting a solitary dove? And with a machine gun, no less? However, the theme of resurrection is here, as each dove that is shot resurrects to fly again. It is interesting to think about the miracle of the first dove’s original resurrection. Eventually, the doves resurrect so often and consistently that it becomes commonplace, and killing becomes futile. A solitary person (or dove) may not be able to effect change, but how do the dynamics of a situation change when there are thousands instead of one or two? How long does it take for people to realize the futility of their actions?
At the end, the doves band together and my perspective rises above the world, or above worldly concerns. In flying above the world, I have a view of the whole planet encircled by doves. A planet encircled in peace replaces the battlefield of death and killing.
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