Martin Luther King, Jr.
A quilt square stitched through soul love.
Excerpts from a 5-page message/letter to the future President.
My Dear Future President Trump,
Dreams become quests, too!
“JFK already reminded you about the ‘ghost’ who visited Ebenezer Scrooge in a dream, past, present, and future selves. This was, in part, about finding and living one’s true Quest. I, though not an official president of the United States, come representing the president of ‘the present.’ For you are, in today’s America, still in a civil war, with civility in deep question.
I am a soul, when on earth, whose dream became synonymous with his quest. In my days on Earth, I declared to America, as a preacher, teacher, and activist, that I had a dream.
The ‘I have a dream’ speech during the March on Washington D.C., delivered mere months before President Kennedy’s assassination, was pure passion flowing from my heart. A place of my most intimate thoughts on life, on the gravity of our nation, and the procession toward our future.
Please consider reading it.
It came through the ethers to me to deliver, much like these messages come through to you, President-elect Trump—for a ‘purpose under Heaven.
What and how I spoke stemmed from my honor of President Lincoln and the work he had done. And of America’s 20th-century president’s strivings lost in gunfire and suspicion, mistrust, and mayhem, our beloved JFK.”
Dr. King describes the multitude of voices in this world and the invisible world of spirit who contributed their own hopes and dreams to his historic “I Have a Dream” speech and the humility he was able to feel in the spirit world when he recognized the extent of their suffering and anguish they brought to their task, for the first time.
He describes the nation’s pain, disillusionment, and confusion after the assassinations of John Kennedy, himself, and Robert Kennedy, and acknowledges the shock and sorrow it was for he, himself, to be struck down and unable to complete his own quest and dream on earth.
Reflecting on his own learning since his sudden death, he reminds the future president that—
“Politics should not be about struggling to get the black vote, the vote of women, the vote of the elite and rich, or the poor. Politics and presidential-ness are best exemplified to win the vote of confidence by being trustworthy and those upon whom we can truly depend. Our words and our actions—as presidents and precedents of decency and humaneness.
The ‘I Have a Dream’ speech was taken from some word creations of mine and yet pulled together and ‘written’ through me by the souls of former slaves who poured forth, not in quickness, but in measured, slow breaths as they brought their sacrifices to my eyes, and to my trembling hands as I wrote their stories of questions and quests. Their images. Their struggles.
Once I got to the Spirit world, I was shown this very amazing display of love by them. In our embraces, we found solace. Comfort. I was a part of their story. And they were a part of mine. And our re-creations, individually and together, here in these lands, began with stronger resolve as we evolved in the consciousness of how unity can bring about works that are a testament to working and longing from within the human soul and one’s Soul in these lands.
And so, it was. And so, it is.”
Speaking about President Lincoln’s legacy—
“And is it any wonder that some 100 years previous, the Emancipation Proclamation was a highlight of American life and freedom in 1863? And that in 1963, a president whose administration worked toward racial equality issued a second Emancipation Proclamation to “free all Negroes from second-class citizenship” died at the hands of assassins. Even after a century, the gaping holes between the classes still saw my brethren of darker skin toiling in ways that could not be considered equal.
The protest through the March on Washington was delivered in quite solemn silence, save for some heartfelt songs and speeches. In a way, it was our “Gettysburg.” We were not bodies strewn in the stench and whispers of death; we were alive, united in heart, and exhilarated to march for peace.
We, like the character of Don Quixote, portrayed in the book and then the musical titled The Man of La Mancha, within the dream through our slumber in our jail cell, still went in search of ‘The Quest.’
Dreaming our ‘impossible dream,’ we set our sights on something greater than the moment of our campaign walk.
We had the desire to make the earth better at the advent of our death than at our birth. Whether mad or sane, coherent or not, a bit of Don Quixote is within each of us.”