Oh we all have them. We follow them till they dim. We ignore them till they smack us. We so want to live them. They come in all sizes and colors. Some of them hit the headlines while some just make someone incredibly happy. I know I have lived many. It is my understanding their importance is downplayed. They feed and nurture. What happens when they are ignored?
At the mere age of 4 I had a vision of living in a small traveling vehicle visiting all the people I loved. It was an odd vision since I could not reach the pedals and everyone I loved lived with me. It was a vision that I clamored to accomplish. Totally making no sense to my parents, they figured I had an active imagination coupled with a limited english vocabulary. My mother was tasked with growing my verbal skills and I was given a new coloring book. Not to be distracted I took my favorite doll and traveled the alleyways scaring my mother to death. I eventually gave the vision up for another.
Soon I had a vision of becoming the flying nun, traveling the world, healing the sick, teaching and visiting all the people I loved. My world had broaden to include several years of parochial school and a larger group of people I loved. This vision moved forward towards accomplishment until one summer day. My mother and I were inside the convent collecting books for the next fall term. I happened to spy the living arrangements of the dear nuns. Upon deeper reflection I gave the vision of the flying nun vocation to the discard pile.
As life would have it, I was faced with a new arena of experiences that required a new vision. Having recently enrolled in public school the world according to my surroundings changed. I was engulfed by strangers trying desperately to fit into already established groups. My first true realization, what I had tried to curtail for others in elementary school the pain of being left out and misunderstood, was a common experience now. I wasn’t a stranger to the feeling. We have all had times when we felt left out. The difference was how constant it became in the new school. A vision began to grow for me. I wanted to help others not feel left out and misunderstood. I wanted everyone to have the same opportunities. This time I could actually begin to live my vision. I helped with the civil rights movement, women’s rights, and lowering the voting age. I typed, handed out leaflets, demonstrated, and walked petitions through neighborhoods. I was finally actively pursuing my vision. I saw death, defeat, destruction and success. I grew up and began to realize the true nature of my visions. I became aware. I also had to become real.
Having visions allow us to thrive in a world we think has gone mad. Being a visionary doesn’t require amazing feats. It only requires willingness to allow your true nature to speak. A vision of world peace is available to all of us. When we take the time to examine our visions, changing within us those things curtailing our limiting beliefs, they come alive and flourish.
My simple vision at the age of 4 of traveling and visiting those I love is happening right now. I can now reach the pedals and my friends are across the globe. My vision of the flying nun was adjusted. I don’t wear a habit but I do help those who are ill and in need of company, traveling when necessary. I continue to help to right injustices, protect our planet, and my favorite, support others in seeing and living their visions.
It took time for me to grow and crack open the world I had hidden deep within me. I continue to crack and grow and thrive. My visions develop and express themselves. I tweak them if needed but never change their original voice. Most importantly I follow them with the same thrill of a 4 year-old. I will go through the Black Hole one day even if only in my Book.
Happy Visioning! Make them large and wonderful the world needs you!