Could we change the world?

Do you remember the movie the Power of One with Morgan Freeman and the little boy PK?

Can we change our World from hate to love?

Searching for silent darkness.

Last night after we had cleared away the dinner plates, James and I sat quietly. Words about the day’s events; all bad in our troubled world were set aside.

I drew the curtains to block out the distant lights and mask as much of the New York city noise as I could; the sound of sirens in the streets and the disruptions to our peaceful lives as such blocking would allow.

One candle was set and soft music loaded to soothe us.

He held my hand without speaking and with eyes closed we drifted back to a time long ago. 

How I wished for those days. 

That night in London in 1819 at the Royal Hotel Pall Mall St James’s, I had slept so soundly and woken to a time in our history where violence and hatred seemed to not yet have been invented. A time before gun violence, before days when we feared to walk in our streets. Gather with others safely without concern for mass shootings. A time before hate was fed to us in every word from our politicians.

On that day I had woken from a wondrous sleep nestled in a four-poster bed to the near silence of a street 200 years ago, where the only muffled sounds were the soothing wheels of the horse drawn carriages on the cobbled street.

I had watched as they peacefully went by while James read the Times newspaper. There had been no violence reported on that day!

James went off to work this morning and I pulled the covers back over my head to once more sleep in the search for that silent darkness.

When we know what could be and should be.

I don’t know where our country is going and it troubles me to think of the outcome of hate spreading over our Home of the Brave and Land of the Free.

But as I sit here tonight waiting for James to come home from work. 

I ask myself what should we dream for?

What would my sister Marie Antoinette have wanted for me?

Shadows of Hate

I sit here in the apartment looking out across Central Park with a heart breaking for the ‘Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave’. 

Our beacon of light and hope being extinguished by the shadows of hate spreading out across our country.

Vicious and vile messages to weak and vulnerable followers spewing from the highest halls in the land linger in the black clouds above the weakest minds to poison their hearts.

Despots and tyrants throughout history have raised up the voices of the weak minded with rallies, chants and calls to arms, to fan the flames of hate and to billow the clouds to blacken out any rays of hope and love.

The second amendment gives the militia the right to bear arms and it is this very militia that is now being called on to mobilise and tear the very soul from our land.

As the shadows of hate to marginalise and radicalise the weak; doing the very bidding of the enemies of democracy, where will the sickle strike next?

Are we to wait until the smoke from the chimneys above the horror chambers blackens the soul of ‘the land of the free’? Will we be brave and pick up the banner of freedom and exorcise the halls of the viscous and vile?

Must more innocent lives be lost forever until the banner of light rises up through the shadows of hate?

Will our souls survive untarnished to vanquish this evil, or shall we be led by tyranny and forever relinquish the banner of the ‘Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave’?

I want to become the Change I want to see.

The idea was given to me by my sister Marie. 

She asked me if I could change one thing in history to make a difference in the world and make it a better place; what would it be?

I told her that I wouldn’t know where to start. There are as many answers to that question, as there are stars in the night sky.

She said “Alors, choisis une étoile et deviens la puissance d'une sœur. Cela ne peut changer que si vous pensez être le premier à entreprendre ce voyage. Comme tu le dis, les gens font des choix.”

“So, pick a star and become the power of one my sister. It can only change if you believe you are the one to start on that journey. As you say People make choices.”

Excuse the French – She’s French!!!

We have been on quite a journey with Marie and her husband Louis XVI – You can read about it here if you have time – it’s been exciting!

https://chingdynastycollection.com/news

My name is Melanie Osborne

My name is Melanie Osborne. My husband James and I live in New York.

We have been gifted with the ability to travel back in time. In our journeys we met Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI in Versailles in 1789. Marie and I have become very close; she is my sister in time.

Unable to change her fate, she asked me if I could change one event in history what would it be?

This is a complex question.

What would you change?