Interdimensional Revolutionary

Just staying with the inspiration and process to see where it leads (if anywhere).

Interdimensional:
Working across dimensions supporting humanity’s evolution from division to Love.

Revolutionary:
Envisioning and promoting a radical change in status quo, helping to bring forth an entirely differed paradigm for human existence and interaction –
o In harmony with nature.
o Collaborative and cooperative.
o Rooted in Love.
o Celebrating diversity.

Universal:
Inclusive of all species across all of creation within the known and unknown universe.

Love:
o The creating and guiding Force of the Universe.
o The Source from whence all has come into being and to which all will return.
o Known in the human experience as: unconditional positive regard, care, compassion, kindness, deep listening, and mercy.

Activist:
o Shining a light on disparity and injustice.
o Offering effective, simple solutions.
o Inspiring, equipping, and empowering others.
o Activating and unblocking the flow of Love through healing practices, prayer, and community engagement.

Universal Love Activist

Preamble:Today (1.25.26) I am heartbroken. Yesterday, in the early morning hours following the largest peaceful protest in the history of Minneapolis (50,000+), seven ICE agents gunned down an innocent man, Alex Pretti who had been defending a woman being harassed by ICE. The ICE agents pepper-sprayed him, beat him to the ground, and then shot him several times. The incident was filmed by several civilians and the conclusion is obvious.

Today’s news revealed that the initial shooter has been removed from ICE duty in Minneapolis and moved to another state where he may continue his duties. I’m heartbroken and horrified. More even than this, I’m disgusted with every single member of Congress and the Supreme Court who are doing NOTHING to hold the president accountable for the wave of violence he has unleashed upon this country. I am all for enforcing immigration laws, but this is NOT how it is done in a reasonable society. Sadly, the United States left “reasonable” behind a long time ago.

That being said, while our elected officials are sitting on their hands, I continually am inspired by the actions of Minnesota residents in their ongoing attempts to draw attention to, and put a halt to ICE’s occupation of the Twin Cities. While ICE is out targeting any person who gets their attention (please note that the two most recent executions were white, US citizens), Minnesotans are providing for and protecting their neighbors at risk, accepting donations to help assist those in need, and holding peaceful protests in sub-zero temperatures. Minnesotans are proactive, organized, and driven in their attempts to uphold and defend the constitutional rights of all humans – citizens or not.

In the midst of the serious business of revolution, Minnesotans have also found a way to express their creativity. Whether it be through singing, movement, poetry, writing, or art, the Twin Cities are finding ways to be activists using their own unique gifts. One such example is the “Rebel Loon” images that have been popping up all over social media and beyond:

Inspired by the symbol for the Star Wars Rebel Alliance, graphic designers and artists have created myriad interpretations of the Rebel Loon logo to represent their unique community of activists. Out of their work, I was inspired to create something of my own. I have no idea of what this is for, or where it might be going (other than a momentary action to comfort my feelings of helplessness), but here it is along with some initial brainstorming to accompany my own tiny contribution to the revolution.


WE are the Revolution

Whereas I do not advocate for or support murder as a means of getting across a message; an interesting phenomenon has unfolded following the assassination of United Health CEO, Brian Thompson. (For the record, his death is a terrible tragedy. I would never joke about nor celebrate this murder!)

The phenomenon about which I speak is the overwhelming bipartisan outpouring of frustration over the abysmal state of the American healthcare system and the epic greed of the private insurance industry. The almost universal opinion seems to be that the only people whose needs are being met as it relates to healthcare are the CEO’s and stockholders of the for-profit insurance industry. It’s unfortunate that it took the murder of a corporate employee to awaken our collective rage, but for the first time in many years, Americans have found something upon which most (if not all) can agree.

In the frustration over healthcare, insurance, medications, etc. I suggest that we Americans have found common ground. What would happen if we set aside our perceived political differences and got real with the topics that actually matter TO ALL OF US:

  • The cost of healthcare.
  • Access to quality education.
  • Access to healthy food, clean air, and water.
  • The widening economic divide.
  • Adequate and affordable housing.
  • Personal and public safety.

We stand at the tipping point of the American experiment. In the past many years, the powers that thrive upon our dependence have pitted us against each other, and we have fallen for their trick. This division, they believe, is how they will continue to gain power. What they don’t realize is that we have begun to awaken. The outcry over the insurance industry is evidence of this awakening.

I am calling this a moment of hope, and a moment of invitation. We can continue to participate in the perceived division imposed upon us and remain in a state of imprisonment to the system, or we can come together in search of common ground and begin to work on behalf of that good.

When we step away from division and come together, then we will be the revolution the system fears and the one we’ve been seeking. We are that revolution!

Revolution Poems

I write revolution poems

because what else is there to do

when the world around us is burning.

A runaway freight train

poised for destruction.

Devastation inevitable.

The collateral damage of

a species intent on its own extinction.

Staring in horror

as human rights are stripped away

and nations commit genocide.

Where truth is silenced

and old white men wave

their fascist flags

and clenched power fists.

From history the signs are known.

Repeating again

and again

and again.

“Do you hear the people sing?”

Indeed, they sing for thee.

I write revolution poems

because I don’t know what else to do.

copyright Lauri Ann Lumby