My point is simple - although I speak against hypocrisy, the life my wife and I live is not one we would feign to be 'morally pure' - the very concept of morality vomited by corrupt bishops and cardinals, or Imam's or senators or ministers - is anathema to us.
But my wife, who comes from a social background and part of the world where people who call themselves Muslims are only an embarrasment to Islam and a shame unto themselves, are unpopular and despised by her equally among others, has received a visitation from The Prophet. My wife knows nothing of Islam, any more than most people who have learned of Islam from the media. She knows nothing about the Qu'ran, has not read it, does not know any description of The Prophet, and did not even know that the night sky of Saudi Arabia was beautiful and shimmering with stars (ideal for stargazers).
Despite our lifestyle - we are compelled to share her dream as follows:
I was walking through the desert with my husband. The night was still, the sky was full of twinkling stars. We were walking hand in hand, not talking but taking in the stillness of the night, the peace.
Then a tall man approached us. He was wearing a white robe. He had dark skin and long dark hair, deep set eyes and a perfect nose that accentuated a perfect mouth. I was in awe, I never saw a vision so Divine. Such radiant beauty and perfect features. He then said “I am Muhammad and this is my Kingdom. Do not be afraid. I am not a bad person. Follow me.”
My husband and I followed Him in silence until we reached a place where we could see countless bright stars. There were other people in white robes walking before us. The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) then took a basin with water and held it under a cluster of stars shining in the sky above. He looked sadly into the water saying “I am sad with what is happening everywhere in the world. This is not what I wanted. This is not what is supposed to be. I wanted purity. Purity of the mind and soul. It should be as clear as this water – like a mirror where you can see all the stars.”
The bowl of water reflected the beauty of the sky perfectly. Then I was awoken.
She told me of the dream as soon as she woke - I awoke at the same time. And immediately I knew of its Divinity and validity. And we have discussed the dream between ourselves over and over again.
The main points in the dream were:
The sadness of The Prophet. His eyes and expression were sad upon meeting, and as he showed us the bowl of water. His voice was sad.
The bowl of water, symbolised clarity. Spiritual purity, purity of mind and heart, of soul - is not the 'moral' chauvinism that has corrupted us all globally. It is a clear mind, the reasoning of the mind not perturbed by lies, false concepts, bad logic, and skewed and distorted emotions - which is of the heart. And there the soul is pure and carefree - free to think, and choose, and all feeling will be good in the heart and for the heart.
And the night sky, the creation of Al'lah, is reflected perfectly in such a soul. We were in awe of its beauty in the dream. And upon being told the dream, I can see it, and further I am in awe.
Finally, the yearning of The Prophet was such that he was, without words but by pathos, feeling, requesting we help Him spread The Message - to open a path that can lead people back to Him, such that everyone can purify their souls - for Al'lah, or God, and be happy.
But for us, this is such an unusual task - we do not live a life any Imam or so called 'Muslim' would favour. We do not live a life any Christian church would favour. We find all of them abhorrent. And what is more - many people have become cynical and sickened by their corruptions.
Look now, Christian bigots harass Muslim bigots - and you tear each other apart. All of your churches and mosques are rotten with corruption - as the Pope's own butler, about to stand trial without jury, indicates. And the Nepotism in the Saudi Kingdom - is anything but the honesty for which The Prophet was reknown.
Is it any wonder people have become rebellious and seek succour in debauchery?
Now, for me, there is the most confounding task. A man who has taken the name Baldassare Cossa, and his wife who is devoted to him.