The Healing

This came out of my soul this morning in stream of consciousness form.

“My brothers and sisters, a  great healing is happening.  The poison is coming out.  It’s oozing from every cell in my body, it’s in my blood, but its’ on its way out.  I am still real ill, laying in bed under loving care, the cold compress on my head.

Drinking lots of liquids and sweating profusely.  The words that  I speak are sometimes nonsense, not understandable.  I am weak, very weak, but help is on the way.  The poison is coming out.  

Soon, the fever will break and I will find myself in a pool of sweat.  Much weakened from the illness I am purging.  My appetite will return and I will be fed.  My strength will slowly and completely return.  The sheets on my bed will be changed.  New ones will be put on.  I can now keep the food and drink in my weary body.  I will get better.  Give me some time, but I’m going to make it.  I wasn’t sure for a while if I would, but I will.

Thanks for taking care of me while I fought off this illness.  I will be stronger and return better than ever.  I will be a better person, more understanding, more loving, more compassionate, more accepting, more tolerant and more expressive.  I will.  I get it now.

What I say matters.  It matters a lot.  You don’t know the color of my skin.  I don’t  think that it matters, so I won’t tell you what color it is.  It’s far beyond time that the color of skin should matter except as a matter of  personal pride.

The poison that I’m purging, that poison, that illness,  it’s called Racism.  It has always been there in my body, but  the illness has been diagnosed, it is being treated and the illness is being healed.  Oh, I’ve suffered.  My, how I’ve suffered.  

But now I see that I’m getting better. 

This healing will take time, maybe lots of it.  It will happen. It will happen.  I’m convinced it will.  But there is much poison to purge, much bad stuff to get out of our bodies before we are healed.  After four centuries of chronic  illness and four years of bed sweats, the poison is coming out faster now.  Oh, it hurts.  It almost killed me, but it didn’t succeed. I’m going to beat it.  There is a cure for this illness, a vaccine.  There will be treatments to follow.

I… We… have made it through the fever.  The fever is broke and we will wake.  We will wake and make this country and it’s precious aim of equality, it’s precious Democracy stronger and closer to the idealistic reality found in the words of our Constitution and deep in the hearts of  every American.  EVERY American.

Not only the Constitution, but the precious and healing words of our many and varied religious traditions.  The ones that call for tolerance and love for all people.  We know  what those words are.  We know the truth.

Know the truth.  The truth will set you free.”

Bruce Halen, San Jose, CA