Dream – rising waves—circa 1982 in Vieques, Puerto Rico

We lived for a time in the peaceful village named Esperanza on the Puerto Rican island of Vieques.   Esperanza sat on the Caribbean side of the island on a bay with tranquil waters, often more warm than cool, and shallow, making it a safe place for families with small children to swim and enjoy the beach.

In my dream I was enjoying the water as were many other people.  I noticed a wave come in that seemed bigger than usual. After it passed, another wave slowly came in, this one slightly larger than the first one.  Initially, I enjoyed how the waves rose and then sunk beneath me.  As soon as one wave moved through the bay, another one immediately followed.  I became concerned as the waves started coming in more frequently and each one was slightly larger than the last one.  I started telling the people around me to get out of the water and head for the beach, but no one seemed to hear me.

Looking out toward the horizon, I saw more waves heading toward us. I swam toward a family near me and urged them to head out of the water.  The waves were thrashing the area now, and it took all of my strength to keep from being pulled under.  I no longer could think of helping others; now I could only worry about my own survival. 

Once more, looking out to sea between waves, I saw in the distance a huge, black wall of water heading directly for the bay and I realized we no longer had any chance to get out of the water in time to avoid the tsunami-like wave from taking all of us away.

When I woke up and meditated on the dream, the thought I had was that the waves represented the increasing catastrophic turmoil affecting the world of humanity and that humanity could no longer prevent the upheavals, but only try to endure them.  We had entered in the words of the Universal House of Justice, “the dark heart of the age of transition.”

Chris Cholas