It is Kindness, Not Hate, that Elevates

So last night the aliens came to me.

I knew they were there. I was with several other people, and we knew there was a problem. We began searching for signs and resolutions.

Someone was anxious, and I gave her a teddy bear.

The aliens came to me, looking not fierce and ominous, but friendly and angelic. Their bodies were faint, but there was a glow all about their faces. They had silver around their hair. I grew calm in their presence.

Because my acupuncturist used a pillow beneath my arm when she was gave me a treatment, and because I gave a girl a teddy bear, and because of thousands of other small kindnesses they had observed on this night, there was hope for mankind, the alien said.

It is kindness, not hate, that elevates.

They will be watching.

Yes, it was a dream.

But great things start with a vivid imagination.

So this morning I imagine a world of love, one where we are all kind to one another. One where we set aside our differences and embrace each other as friends.

It is kindness, not hate, that elevates.

Namaste. I bow to you, my friend.