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𝐵𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃, 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝓎

𝐸𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓅𝑒𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓎.


𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 “𝓈𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇” 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒

𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝒹, 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹, 𝓈𝓎𝓂𝒷𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝓇𝑜𝓉

𝒟𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓉


𝒲𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓍𝑒𝒹-𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈

𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹

𝒜𝓇𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁, 𝒸𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓂𝑜𝒾𝓁  𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎

𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎.


𝒜 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃, 𝐻𝒾𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝒶𝒾𝓃

𝒜𝓉𝓇𝑜𝒸𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃

𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉

𝒪𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉.


𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽

𝒟𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒

𝐼𝓃𝒽𝒶𝓁𝑒  𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹.


𝒜𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈

VENEZUELA 🇻🇪

 



STARTING OVER 🇻🇪 


Recently I dreamt something unusual happened in our southern hemisphere. The United States of America gave the South American country of Venezuela an opportunity for a fresh start. The mission shook the entire world. 


Eyes and ears opened. Mouths gasped. Arms raised high up to the sky and feet jumped high. We saw ensembles of pirouettes and long lines of salsa dances. The “us” and “them” became “we”; the “me me me” became “you and me”. Young and old, weak and strong, rich and poor stood side by side, holding hands, standing tall and confident, and ready to start again and determined to get it right.


Venezuela became a glass bowl of excitement, dismay, fear, and anxiety for a moment; then, suddenly, something else happened. The transformation of the economy started out in left field where everything grey turned green, everything black turned to gold and everything rock hard turned into sponges. 


A weird sense of calm sprang up everywhere and like confident trees in a healthy forest, beautifully coifed, sturdy and proud, humans clued in to a clear sense of how things can be done differently, cohesively and cooperatively, for a much better outcome. 


At some point I woke up, glanced out of the uncurtained bedroom window and saw a sheet of thin fog blanketing my backyard. Off in a distance I could see a dim light, a light of hope that my dream was indeed not a dream, but a sign of what was yet to come — it was the dawn of a new era, an awakening, a new starting point, a new chance to finally get Earthly civilianship, citizenship, stewardship and sustainability, on the same page, to work together in unison for the greater good of all forever more. In fact, it may well be a final opportunity to get it right.


I looked up with both eyes open and said: “Good Morning world. Let that light be a beacon leading to a paragon (an example of excellence) for all uncivil, unpeaceful, struggling nations to emulate.” 


As I stepped out of bed, I could hear a clear chorus of Larga vida a Venezuela! Pray let it be so.


🇻🇪 💡 ☮️ ❤️


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