We Are All Arjuna. We Are All the Owl.
the wisdom of the warrior is within us all, the question is: will we use it?
I dreamt of an Owl Last Night….
I was in my childhood home. A place of memory, of origin, of foundation.
I looked out the dining room window and saw it—an owl, white-faced and luminous, flying so high, yet so clear to me.
Inside the house were ghosts of my past—classmates from years ago, people I no longer speak to but who shaped the world I once knew. We stepped outside together, onto the front lawn of that home, and the owl came down, descending toward us.
I felt only protection—the deep, instinctual need to keep it safe. But they ran toward it, grabbing, reaching, disturbing.
They wanted to claim it, control it, touch what was never meant to be held.
And in their hands, it suffered.
I pleaded: Leave it alone. Let it be. Let it rise.
But they did not listen.
Only when the owl was given space—when the interference ceased—did it find the strength to stretch its wings again. And then I saw:
Its wings were red. Burgundy, deep, rich.
Not of blood.
Not of wounding.
But of something else. Something ancient, something powerful, something unshaken.
It lifted. It ascended. It flew beyond reach.
And I woke with its face still etched in my mind.
This is Not Just a Dream. This is the Moment We Are In.
We are living in a time of deception, distortion, and spiritual warfare.
A time where truth is being grabbed at, manipulated, and harmed—handled recklessly by those who do not understand its sacredness.
A time where loyalty is being demanded—not to love, not to liberation, not to justice—but to supremacy, illusion, and control.
Treason is happening before our eyes.
A regime built on lies and violent delusion is asking for allegiance.
And those who refuse to see—who run toward the illusion—are damaging what is holy, wounding what must be free.
We are being called to protect what is sacred.
We are being called to guard the wisdom that must remain untouchable.
We are being called to make space for truth to rise.
The owl in my dream is the wisdom that sees through illusion.
The white face is clarity, ancient knowing, divine truth.
The red wings are the power of the root—the right to exist, the right to belong, the right to rise.
This is not just political.
This is spiritual.
This is a war against consciousness itself.
The Bhagavad Gita: A Guide for Warriors of Truth
Over 2,000 years ago, in the ancient Hindu scripture The Bhagavad Gita, a warrior named Arjuna stood at the edge of a battlefield.
But this was not just any battle.
This was a war between truth and illusion, between justice and corruption, between the world as it was and the world as it could be.
And Arjuna was not just any warrior.
He was a man of conscience, of depth, of spirit—one who understood that to fight meant to stand against his own family, his own teachers, his own people.
When the moment came to act, he froze.
His heart ached. His mind raced. He saw not just the battle before him but the suffering, the destruction, the pain it would bring.
And so, he dropped his bow.
“I cannot do this,” he told Krishna, his divine guide.
“There must be another way.”
But Krishna, speaking as the voice of Truth, Dharma, and Spirit itself, reminded him:
This is not about destruction. This is about dharma.
Dharma—Our Sacred Responsibility
Dharma is the path of truth, purpose, and right action—even when it is hard.
It is the sacred responsibility to live in alignment with justice, with wisdom, with love—even when the world tries to pull us into darkness, into illusion, into fear.
It is not just what we do—it is who we are.
This space, this Substack, this offering of words and reflection and truth, is part of my dharma.
I write from pain.
I write from witnessing injustice.
I write from the unshakable knowing that the only way forward is through awareness, through love, through action that liberates rather than limits.
Dharma is not always easy.
It is not always welcomed.
It is not always understood.
But it is necessary.
Krishna did not tell Arjuna to fight with hatred.
He told him to fight with wisdom, with clarity, with the full knowing that righteousness is not always comfortable, but it is necessary.
And this is where we stand now.
More Than Ever, This is Our Call to Battle.
More than ever,
We must protect wisdom.
More than ever,
We must challenge the belief systems that keep us blind, bound, and broken.
More than ever,
We must breathe deeply and intentionally, moving beyond the barriers that keep us separate, stuck, and singular in our actions, attitudes, and accountability.
More than ever,
We must remember:
We contribute.
We influence.
We are the constituents of change.
We are the light-bringers of peace.
More than ever,
We must be brave enough to question everything—
And compassionate enough to hold space for the answers that may or may not come.
More than ever,
We must stand in our roots, rise in our truth, and walk in our knowing.
More than ever,
We must recommit to the Love in our hearts and the Truth in our souls.
More than ever,
We need one another.
We need our truest and highest Self.
We need Spirit at our side.
We are all Arjuna on the brink of battle,
And Spirit is right here beside us.
The Bhagavad Gita reminds us:
The war is not outside of us. It is within us.
It is the battle of illusion versus truth.
It is the battle of fear versus wisdom.
It is the battle of love versus control.
The Wisdom of the Owl, The Wisdom of the Earth
In Indigenous traditions, in mythology, in the natural world, the owl is a symbol of prophecy, truth-seeing, and protection against deception.
The white face of the owl in my dream is clarity, the ability to see through falsehood.
The red wings are the root—the grounding, the stability, the ancient knowing that cannot be taken.
The grasping hands of my classmates represent those who seek to claim wisdom but have no respect for it.
The pleading, the protection, the space-giving—this is the work of those who are here to guard what is holy and ensure that it can rise.
Nature is speaking to us.
The Earth is speaking to us.
Spirit is speaking to us.
We are the ones who must listen.
The Battle Has Begun.
And so, I ask you:
How will you protect what is sacred?
How will you move through illusion and stay aligned to wisdom?
How will you rise—not in violence, but in clarity, in courage, in love?
The owl still flies.
The battle still calls.
The time is now.
We are all Arjuna.
We are all the Owl.
And we must choose:
Drop the bow—or rise.
“Those who are wise see the same divine presence in all beings,
and their hearts are pure, unclouded by ego.”
— Bhagavad Gita, 5.18