Thirty plus years ago I had a dream.In those days I lived and worked in a country that was in the midst of what could only really be called a Civil War. Men and women left the country to be trained in armed combat by the world super-powers as pawns in their battle for total world supremacy. I served in the Air Force as a part-timer. I worked for an insurance company travelling around the country developing the interests of the company.The War was raging mainly in the north and I travelled all over the country by car. I was based in the Eastern Highlands area and the area I visited could be reached by following the main paved roads or taking a short-cut on unpaved gravel roads. This was a saving of some 200 miles each way. The short-cut was roughly 100 miles long and apart from kraals and the occasional brick-built store there were few areas of "civilisation." Along that 100 miles was one Police Post based in the largest kraal or village. There were no telephones and, of course, mobile networks didn't exist. Once on the route you were completely alone. The only people you were likely to meet were the indigenous people of the area. Few spoke English. On the day of the dream I was mid way along the road, snaking its way through the relatively dense bush. There had been a drought in the area for many years and the water-courses that crossed the road were bone dry. The road was maintained by locals who were paid a stipend by the government to do minor works. I approached one such water course and found a team already in occupation. They were re-laying the rocks and boulders that made up the bottom of the dried up stream to ensure an easier passage for any vehicle. There were about ten of them armed with picks and shovels. It was obvious that they would soon be finished and, as there was no alternative route across the course, I parked in the shade of an acacia tree, opened my cooler box and enjoyed a coke. It was hot with a temperature in excess of 35 degrees Celsius (+ 100F). The foreman, probably a tribal elder, waved to me but otherwise ignored my presence As I sat watching the scene a female figure made an appearance from bush on one side of the road and walked across the road to disappear back into the bush. This wasn't unusual except for two things. The first was that she was completely naked without a vestige of clothing on her. The second was her colour. She was in fact blue-black with a healthy sheen on her skin that made her glow. Her features were not Negroid but rather Caucasian. Her hair was not the short curly hair of the locals but long and flowing and also a beautiful blue-black. As she passed in front of my car, only a metre or two from the bonnet (or hood) she turned her head slightly and looked into my eyes. Hers were a soft brown velvet with clear whites with an amazing, piercing intelligence in them. After she had gone I sat there for several minutes, transfixed by what I had witnessed. She had not been an exhibitionist in any way but gave out an aura of total innocence. What was more, to me, earth-shattering, was her incredible beauty. She was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The "boss-boy" ~ an old Colonial term ~ waved to me that the men had finished and it was now safe for me to continue. I came back to earth with a jolt, got out of the car, and went over to him, giving him a pack of cigarettes - we had packets of fifty in those days - as a gift for him and his men and, when he said "Thank you!" in English asked him who the girl was. He looked at me in bewilderment and told me that there had been no girl. One of the men obviously understood English as well for he spoke rapidly in his own tongue indicating with the universal symbol of rolling eyes and finger about the temple, that I was obviously "penga" or insane from too exposure to the sun. I resumed my journey feeling unsure of what or who I had seen, or indeed if I had imagined the whole incident. That night came the dream. It was a projection into the future where Man lived together in complete harmony, irrespective of race or religious beliefs. They lived simply as a Community of endeavour rather than as a dog eat dog competitive existence. I won't go details but it was in fact that apparent unreachable state called by philosophers Utopia. I dismissed the dream and put the "vision" down to what the men had said - I was temporarily penga from the sun. That was until a few weeks later when, as a part-time airman I was sent to a base called Centenary in the North. This was before I received my commission and as usual in the forces everything was on a "need to know" basis. Non-coms didn't, it seemed, have a need to know anything. The day after my arrival an engagement took place and wounded combatants from both sides were choppered in to the Base for treatment. I happened to be in the area when a chopper came in to pick a wounded person. I watched an injured girl being helped to the chopper. As she sat on the bench the sheet covering her fell away and, to my amazement I saw that it was my "vision." She was sitting upright with padding on her back. Underneath one beautiful breast was a small puncture wound. I asked a medic what had happened and he told me that she had been shot and was dying. She could not lie down for the exit wound had destroyed her back and the padding was a vain attempt to stop her bleeding until she could be ferried to a surgeon. She died on the way. I made enquiries and was told very little except that the powers-that-be who were running the tiny part of the war had never seen anyone in the country with her features and skin colouration. They also wanted to ascertain how she had managed to stay in such amazing physical condition despite living in the bush in primitive conditions. I saw many far worse things during the years that followed and many of those haunted me for a long, long time but I never forgot the young girl, cut down so cruelly in the prime of life. As I have said in other posts these formative years turned me from being a "warrior" into becoming a "pacifist." It was during these years that my personal philosophy developed and I started what I have called lately "Ko'ox Tun" crusade. Over the past few months things have moved to a crescendo in the organisation that a friend with help from me as well as others has been working on. A Headquarters has been opened in Australia. Administration has been opened with branches in China and South Africa, as well as in America. On my part, I love the people here and what they represent. I do not want to lose anyone. I have made a decision to keep this Ning site fopen. This is mainly due to my being familiar with the Ning ideas and what can be done. I have spent many, many hours learning things about both Squidoo and Ning and do not fancy having to re-learn ~ I just do not have the time. So here is my invitation to you. Please ask YOUR Friends to join in our Crusade that will herald a new beginning from that tiny country in Central America. This is my promise to anyone. It won't ever cost anything. There will be no Spam. There will be no pressure on anyone to comment. Newsletters will be kept to a minimum. Your friend, with unconditional love to every one of you,