Spiritual healing dream
Elaine, now in mid-life, reports a vivid visionary experience which sustained her through a very difficult period in her life, when she suffered the loss of her health, her marriage, and a close friendship. The vision came in advance, while she was lying in bed during the day, after a short spell in hospital having an abscess treated.
Dream report: Light on the Mountain
I was with four other people, leading the way gradually over ugly and desolate terrain. It was painful walking on stones and sharp gravel. After a while I turned around, and I was alone. The going got rougher, steeper, and very painful, but I had no thoughts of turning back, or looking for my companions; I seemed to feel sorry for them, and somewhat compassionate that they hadn’t continued, yet I missed them and felt lonely. I remember the scenery – ugly, barren, rocky, beige, no greenery. After a while of climbing and experiencing terrific physical pain, I came to a small plateau, and felt somehow encouraged. I caught my breath, and started climbing again, and was soon surprised to find myself on a mountain top. I thought it might have been the tallest peak, but it clearly wasn’t. There were a number of mountain peaks surrounding a lake below. I was comforted that I wasn’t alone, although I couldn’t see anyone. But it was the colour that was invigorating. The light was a brilliant yellow with a lot of white, which I had never experienced before – in fact, it was an unreal colour. It was glorious, and somehow I knew that it was a helpful experience.
I woke up, never to forget this dream. It sustained me in the next few years, paralleling my life. It was an undreamlike dream – I was aware that I was on a pilgrimage in a real space that wasn’t dreamlike. The colour was an intense palpable yellow white that was composed of tiny bits like triangles that radiated the light. It went into my body and changed my body, and more importantly affected my mind, as if the sharp edges of the triangles cleared my mind of nonsense and extraneous thoughts. A kind of mind cleansing and refreshing.
Three weeks later, I got a phone call from the hospital, telling me that I had a bad cancer, and I hadn’t long to live. The treatment was life-threatening. My best friend left me, and my husband told me he wanted to leave me – neither could sustain the pace. Later my middle daughter tried to kill herself. More friends left. All this made me want to commit suicide, but the dream kept returning in my mind. Sometimes I only had to think of yellow, and I felt reassured. This happened seven years ago, and I am still alive. Astoundingly, my health is wonderful, and my menstruation returned six months after treatment, to the disbelief of the oncologists! I am still menstruating and looking younger than my years, as if the shock of all this put a stop to my ageing!