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I had a dream…

I saw Jesus… Krishna… and Muhammad 

together.

In a small wooden boat,

not shining, not grand…

just real, human… present.

They were rowing 

rhythmic, steady,

like the heartbeat of the ocean itself.

And I…

I wasn’t a person there.

I was the sky 

wide, endless, watching.

So I asked them…

Are you going somewhere?

They smiled 

not with lips,

but with light.

“We’re visiting villages,” they said,

“to see if people still need us…

not just the idea of us 

but us.”

I asked, confused,

Why a boat?

Why not miracles 

lightning, teleportation, god-speed?

And they said 

“We love the tides.

The salt wind.

The currents.

The way marine life rises and falls 

as if even the ocean breathes prayer.”

“This journey…

is not only for humans.

It is for every living being

that shares this blue home.”

Then they looked at me 

no separation,

no superiority.

Just love.

Just oneness.

“We want people to see us together,” they said,

“Not divided.

Not compared.

Just — love.”

I asked them softly,

If people saw you all together…

would they stop the fighting?

And they whispered…

“No.”

Some will understand.

Some will not.

“Humans are incomplete without faith.

And we 

are incomplete

without their hearts.”

“We are messengers 

of love,

peace,

and unity.

Not power.

Not conquest.

Just — connection.”

And I said…

“You are compassion.”

And like smoke dissolving into sky…

they disappeared.

But I still feel them.

Rowing.

Somewhere.

Still loving us.

Even when we forget to love each other.