The final buzzer sounded with a tie. My stomach and lungs were tense and knotted. It was difficult to breathe as I watched Big Matt in his sweaty white jersey skate out to the hockey rink in one last match of “sudden death”. The next goal would determine the winner. I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to watch and wanted to taste the win. As I stood silently on the top landing of the metal bleachers Big Matt, 1 foot taller than any other player on the league with a broad shouldered big armed stature to match, drew back his hockey stick like a golfer setting up for the perfect swing. The sound of his thick wooden hockey stick hitting the puck in just the right place echoed throughout the rink. The little black puck soared through the air for what seemed like forever. A giant thick glove of the Redlands goalie reached up and missed. The puck flew past the glove and smashed against the strands of the net then dropped to the floor.

“We won! WE WON!” I could hear the loud cheers surrounding me, the screams of joy and the hurrahs of my husband, and the Moms and Dads who stood on the cold metal bleachers. I stood there frozen with tears spilling onto my camera as I watched our players with their hockey sticks held high skate out to the rink. One by one they tumbled into a huddle on top of Big Matt.

As the game played out before our eyes, our little high school hockey team displayed courage, faith and skill and beat what they believed was unbeatable.

I loved being part of the team. I was just the team mom who brought cold Gatorade, water and snacks to every practice and game. My forearms were the closet that held their jackets and hoodies as I guarded their overstuffed backpacks and schoolbooks while they practiced at the YMCA. My little green Honda car was the taxi cab that provided a ride when needed.  Cheering them on made me feel as if I too was a part of their team and it saddened me to know that the season would soon come to an end.

The High School Bulldog Hockey Team wins the team they didn’t believe they could win.

“Your love for that hockey team may be showing you something that you need to know about yourself,” said Connie.

“Have you ever thought that you might have a team of your own?”

The idea of having my own team had never occurred to me. Team for what? I wondered and fell asleep that night wondering.

Early the next morning a still small voice from deep within began to speak in my dreams.

“You find yourself awakening in a familiar yet unfamiliar land. The people around you are still fast asleep. Some are beginning to wake.  A few are walking around in a half-dazed state, drunken with the remains of a long night’s slumber. You begin to remember that you arrived here to perform some kind of task.  What is that task? What is your mission? You must find your teammates, the others like you. You must find the appropriate tools that are provided here on Earth . . .”

In the dream I was standing in a green grassy game scape, like the ones that play out on our kids’ video screens and I was one of the players.

A variating line of lush green trees lined the horizon. The sun was rising on the horizon casting a colorful kaleidoscope of orange, pink, yellow and blue across the skies.

What is my mission? I wondered. Who is my team?

The voice spoke again, “You will find your teammates looking like ordinary people appearing to live mundane lives. You must learn to look beyond the words they speak and behind the veils they portray. And you will soon find that you and they are far from ordinary. They live their lives with depth and meaning. They are driven by their heart felt desires, their divine desires.

You must observe with a keen eye and feel through your heart.

There are many here now living in the veils. There are many who are attached to structure and form. Look beyond the structure. Look beyond the routine systems and rules.”

The sweet melody of the mocking bird just outside the bedroom window called to remind me it was time to wake up. The dream was so vivid. The message so real. As my eyes began to focus on the subtle rays of early morning sunlight fading into the room I woke up wondering, what team? What mission?

“What is your mission?”

I could sense an underlying feeling in my heart that something big was going on behind the scenes on a greater level, a universal plot that we couldn’t see or explain. It wasn’t until later that the meaning of the universal plot began to unfold.

What we discovered was far beyond what I ever expected.

There is a great war beyond all the wars across the planet taking place right beneath our noses. It’s happening in our minds, our bodies and our brains.

What war?

We can see it in the headlines everyday and and as time moves forward it seems like the volume of horrors that are happening across the planet is getting louder. The images of countless wars happening in Countries across the world blast across our computer screens and our televisions, so much that we may become oblivious to what’s happening before our eyes. News of new super-bugs and viruses that are being discovered daily play in the background and instill a silent fear within us.

We question and wonder, what does our future hold? Who or what lurks behind what is happening on our planet today? What is the driving force behind the killings, the terrorism, the wars and the life threatening virus?
Samuel Hahnemann, the founder of Homeopathy, wrote about it back in the 1800’s. According Hahnemann,  the true cause of illness is an imbalance or dysfunction of the vital force.  All sickness, disease, illness or human dysfunction whether it be mental, emotional or physical begins in the realm of the spirit and the fields of energy. Human dysfunction is caused by an alteration of the human spirit and the human energy fields. Once the original design of the human spirit is altered by an invading force it is only then that physical symptoms follow. It is this invading force that is the true cause of every killing, terrorism, war and illness.

Looking back on my own personal journey that began in that lecture hall 20 years ago when Ms. Susan announced that the next war we would be fighting was viral, I could see the thread that links everything I was driven to learn together. Everything that came across my desk is somehow related.

Meanwhile, in another realm there is a different kind of war that we are now fighting. The computers that sit on our desk tops and laptops are also being hacked by new super-viruses and malware that threaten our security, true identities, our bank accounts and our lives.

Is it possible that these two seemingly un-related wars are somehow related?

If we look at the world of computers, their components, how they work and the causes of computer dysfunction it can show us a lot about what happens to the human system. Just as a parable tells a meaningful story that makes a valid point perhaps the computers are showing us what we need to see when it comes to what causes the human system to dysfunction and result in sickness, disease and insanity.

The purpose of my writings is to document all that we discovered and to find a way to reclaim our God given dominion.