The future female president, elected in 2028, becomes solemn in tone as she gives her inaugural address on a cloudy afternoon in January 2029.
The president of 2018, ruptured the lives of so many people. They had to begin life again, from their broken states of being. It was disheartening. We had many losses… and betrayals. The pain was too much. Damage was done. There were permanent scars for some.
Who are we? This is not who we are. We are not here to rip into the hearts of one another…
We are here to enchant and inspire each other… to always become more… to have greater compassion… greater caring… to love more…
Why do people avoid the word ‘love’ in public? Male chauvinism has diminished and devalued the significance of loving …
A chauvinistic society also shames men (and some women) for expressing their feminine powers and strengths of intuition, imagination, dreaming… and this impedes creativity. We have been at risk of losing our artists… our innovators… those that elevate our society to new and more real ways of perceiving life.
We have also been at risk of losing our sense of peace. Peace is only available to us as we balance our masculine powers – to act, to weave dreams into reality, and to understand… with our feminine powers – of intuition, dreaming, imagination, feeling, and perceiving… If we do not balance these, we will not have peace… and we can get lost in the doing…
In time we can lose ourselves… We can lose our sense of being… When this happens, we lose the ability to innovate… and to dream new dreams… Our visions become dark and limited.
So many changes have happened since 2018. We have come further than we could have imagined. And there is more to do… There is more to Be…
We will bring our world together… It is not our goal to have every country be free as we have been free… We want to have common enough values to engender respect for one another as countries sharing the same world…
We impeached Trump long ago. You elected me to be your president… a woman of color. I am governing… not alone… not at the expense of you or others on my staff and in my cabinet. I am governing with you…
We are going to set up a national lottery and if we select your number, we will invite you to be part of a small group of citizens, who will meet with me for 1-2 hours. I will listen to what matters to you, along with some of my staff and cabinet… and we will all come up with possible solutions or resolutions. Members of congress may also join us.
The crowd interrupts with cheers and clapping… echoing everywhere in the National Mall flowing over into the city of Washington DC… Hope itself weaves its melody into the cheers and laughter… as a gentle rain shower falls on to the crowd and the land…
The inspiration of the future female president finds enchantment in the rain. On this afternoon the beautiful of all that is unknown is born here in this moment… and nothing will be the same again…
Future Female President continues:
We are not alone. We began as pioneers who adventured out on our own – to create a free land where the people would accept and value different religions… races… intellect and creative expressions… The native Americans were a part of the land… and of its elements… They lived a more enchanted life in union with nature… and with the mysteries and the mystical of life. We need to have all of this be a part of who we are now. It is part of who we are becoming… It is the only way we can discover and live the more real of who we Are. We are more amazing… more wondrous… than we can yet believe. And there will come a time when we believe. I’m asking that we begin now…
Everyone is quiet throughout the mall and beyond. There is a hush… And in the sky… the clouds have formed what appears to be a thousand petal lotus delicately raining upon the people gathered. A few in the crowd notice…
Einstein and his afterlife friends close their eyes and find themselves again at the huge gathering that several organizations put together after the 2018 elections in which a democratic House and Senate triumphed.
Anais Nin notices Langston Hughes reciting poetry to a group of students, politicians, and officials who upset the normal flow of their party and of those in power. They have no idea who he is, or that he has appeared from his afterlife.
O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
Barack Obama hears Langston Hughes reciting his poetry and walks up to him:
You are reciting Langston Hughes poetry, and you look just like him but that would be impossible. Who are you?
Langston Hughes looks Obama deep in the eyes. In the next moment, they are standing in a field of wildflowers. Obama gazes around in awe.
Where are we?
We are in the Between. I am Langston Hughes and I came to be a part of the gathering to celebrate and to give what I can to the resonance… for the people of 2018, to begin anew. There are others from the afterlife also contributing. As well, there are mystics hidden in the crowd. I know you can feel that something extraordinary is happening.
Yes, I have been feeling that. And I have realized that it was impossible that the people elected me to be the president as a black man with a Muslim name. I knew something mystical and magical would had to have been at play. And I can feel that same resonance of energy here today.
I have never met someone from their afterlife in my conscious state. I have had dreams but nothing like this.
You and your wife, Michelle, are an extraordinary gift for this country. I have come because I had a vision that no one could fulfill in my lifetime… and I want to help that vision come to fruition now… I can sense a new beginning. I can also sense much peril.
Pain has diminished the spirit of America until it has died… We must help the people find their new sun. When they do, they will awaken their souls and a new kind of people will govern these great green states!
People have insulted and disparaged Michelle and I. When this happens, we stand with dignity… with respect for who we are… and for the people of this country. We want to help others who the alt-right attacks, so they do not get pulled into their diatribe. If they fall for the seduction, they will lose their power…
The vulnerable citizens cannot hear the ones who are trying to help because the alt-right have convinced the vulnerable ones to believe – that all people have lost their morality and their character… This way, Trump’s lies become their norm. And they can lose their connection with what is good and true because they do not believe it exists anymore.
Hughes responds to Obama with one of his poems:
I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.
I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.
But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!
I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.
I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.
But it was High up there! It was high!
So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love—
But for livin’ I was born
Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry—
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.
Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!
You speak for so many, Langston. Thank you for bringing who you are, and for being one of the great ones, who lift us forward…
Thank you, Barack Obama. I have a poem for you. It’s called Dream Variations.
“To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me—
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.”
Barack and Langston hold one another in the stream of their tears…
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