Rabbit In The Heart

Impressions before waking;

There are soldiers [men with weapons] down there. Down there has changed from dream to dream; Sometimes it's a mountain, sometimes it's a house, sometimes I see them, sometimes I hear them moving, but always, I am up and they are below. Today it is a house and they are close beneath. I have to stay quiet. Then there are glimpses of what appear to be the underside of fold up trestle tables or desks. There's a glimpse of a brown rabbit, but I don't know if it is alive or a drawing. There are pages of children's writing but I don't recognise the language. There is a wall, where the top part is painted blue and there are streaks of rusty ochre underneath, and all under that is white or unpainted.

Then I wake to Madonna's 'Like a Prayer' as the radio decides I've had enough.

Except I'm not waking really. I've been awake for a while. What am I seeing?

**

Rabbits do not turn up in my dreams/waking visions much, this may be the first time. I have never been aware of them as part of my inner library. I remember now that a while back an African shaman did a ceremony around me to learn a few bits and pieces. I can't quite describe this work and wouldn't anyway as it was very private. There was much I didn't understand, but part can be disclosed.

'Rabbit,' she said, 'in the heart I see Rabbit.'

'What does that mean, 'rabbit in the heart'?' I asked.

She smiled. 'Rabbit is very kind,' came her reply.

And that was all she said about it. Whether she meant I needed to seek out/practice the qualities of Rabbit In The Heart, or whether I have them already, I don't know. But rabbits are cute so I'll take it.

**

Good night with chums basically celebrating the GE results. Everyone had their joyful moment. The removal of the Haunted Victorian Pencil is a cup that runneth over, half man half mandrill Jonathan Gullis has gone, as has Andrea Leadsom, the Commons back up supply of stupid in case parliament runs out. Liz Truss lost her seat of course. Rumour has it that she knew the results had gone against her and didn't want to be in the room for the announcement, so went to the carpark only to be told she had to come back; candidates must be present in some way when the results are declared. She stood with that stupefied expression she developed in office, only now she doesn't even blink anymore. I recall Penny Mordant, reassuring the Commons that the absent Prime Minister was not 'hiding under a desk.' Liz Truss, that dreadful Thatcher cosplayer, is too vain not to smart from the humiliation of being hailed as the worst UK PM in modern times. There's such stark comedy in this exhibition of Dunning-Kruger, it's not without pathos. For her own mental health she should retire, do something else, and try her utmost not to be terrible at it.

There were gracious moments too; Rishi Sunak crediting Keir Starmer thus:
"In this job, his successes will be all of our successes and I wish him and his family well. Whatever our disagreements in this campaign, he is a decent public-spirited man who I respect."

And Keir Starmer's own words re his predecessor:
"I want to thank the outgoing Prime Minister, Rishi Sunak. His achievement as the first British Asian Prime Minister of our country – the extra effort that that will have required – should not be underestimated by anyone. We pay tribute to that today, and we also recognise the dedication and hard work he brought to his leadership..."

Gentle words spoken by gentle men, expressions of what felt like true generosity. A lot may go wrong, will go wrong, such being the nature of politics, but there's no getting past the moment of hope out there. Maybe for more than one person, it is time for Rabbit in the Heart.