I dreamed Stormy Daniels was the Statue of Libertyđź—˝watcha think it means?
In my dream, exhausted and tired of standing, Stormy/Lady Liberty desperately needed a break. She was a giant amid thousands of Lilliputians, buzzing around her feet in an office setting, trying to make room for this massive goddess to sit or lie down. They looked up to her, literally, not just because their livelihoods depended on her but because they supported what she represented to the world.
I awakened from this dream, at first thinking it was ridiculous. But as I percolated on it, I realized how monumental it was… is.
This dream came a few days after the euphoria mixed with disbelief I felt upon hearing the news of Trump’s guilty verdict on all 34 counts. This sent me down a research rabbit hole to understand how it could be that a porn star could possibly save the world from democracy’s greatest threat. I stumbled upon the “Stormy” documentary and was stunned by this woman’s courage.
As a dreamworker, I look for the hidden messages in names and words. While porn stars and/or strippers typically give themselves coquettish names, like Kitty, Peaches, or Bambi, she picked Stormy.
Foretelling? I think so.
In my latest book, A Crisis Is A Terrible Thing to Waste, I reveal that my biggest shame was having been a stripper when I was 21. Writing about this stint in my life helped me heal my “tragic to magic” past.
But, seeing this brazen, unapologetic, uncowering stripper/adult film actress tell the world the truth about her experience, standing tall in the face of tsunami-level vitriol, has inspired my personal healing to the next level.
I often take solace in the title of Terry Cole Whittaker’s book, Every Saint Has a Past and Every Sinner Has a Future. I'm heartened by the notion that whoever we are, whatever we’ve done, and wherever we’ve been, we can be used as a vessel for good.
If Stormy Daniels, a porn star, can stand tall (albeit with the help of sky-high heels) in the face of thousands of death threats and still unravel Trump’s seemingly impenetrable citadel, then what might I/we do?
Martin Luther King Jr. said, “Everybody can be great because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.”
According to the late great Carl Jung, we'd be wise to consider that everyone (and everything) in our dream is an aspect of the dreamer. Then, since it’s my dream, I can take the liberty (pun intended) to imagine the inscription on the plaque at the base of my inner Stormy Statue:
Give me your tired, your poor, your topless, your naked, your exploited, marginalized, huddled masses, and anyone who’s been defamed by the haters in the Twitterverse for having the audacity to speak truth to (pseudo)power. Release your shame, fear, and even your clothes—whatever lights your torch. Just be-you-to-full (beautiful) and do not let anyone suppress you. Even if the president of the free world whispers, “You cannot withstand the storm,” whisper back, “I am the storm!”
