The hands that heal

Dream #1: Healing hands

Share: Following the analysis of one of my dreams and others that touched on the same subject, I did what Kaya advised me to do and I registered on a website looking for a partner.

I am French-German and I don't really know what got into me, it's on a German site that I registered, even though I live in the South of France. And indeed I made a meeting which starts in writing naturally.

We have just discovered that this man is a friend of my uncle, a professor of medicine, researcher and very well known. This naturally facilitates the exchange. I asked for a dream to know what this meeting meant for me and my spiritual evolution. And this is what I received:

Dream: I am at home and I know that I have to look after the neighbor's son who wants to go to Berlin for a visit. I go to my neighbor's house and his wife to pick him up and I arrive at the neighbor's house who is Albert (in concrete terms, he is a man who presents a website with a lot of pictures, very interactive where I go every morning.

It helps me to wake up gently, the site is called Seelenfarben - colors of the soul). Albert is expecting his son from a first marriage. His ex-wife arrives with two beautiful children and makes a terrible fuss, arguing with Albert and his wife. Not being concerned, I go out and Albert follows me.

I see him in psychic difficulty and ask him if he would like me to put my hands on his heart (in real life I have healing abilities, but I use them mostly for animals and for humans who I am sure are that, open for that, it is not my job).

So I put my hands on his neck and the heart almost jumps in my hands so strong it beats, I am afraid that this heart that I feel sick explodes, but under my hands it calms down.

I finish my work, he gets up, smiles and tells me that I have a powerful energy and that he is better now. We go back to his house where his wife is waiting for him, she is not jealous at all of what I have done. On the contrary, she offers me to go and get the moped from the cellar and I could use it. We go out and go to a pile of earth.

The cellar is dug in the ground with a door that lifts up and we take out of this hole a brand new moped. (I have never ridden a moped in my life), and I wake up.

Dream #2: Emotional storms

Share: As my partner and I were returning from the workshop in Toulouse, we noticed that our white cat was not there (we have two cats). We didn't worry until the next morning.

After several searches around our home, we found him dead in the ditch 4 days later, probably hit by a car.

I think it's not insignificant that our one and a half year old cat was killed on the night of our workshop on emotional storms, where there were mutilated animals, which touched me deeply.

What is the meaning of this event? He was a beautiful white cat, half Siamese, half European, very sweet, intelligent, affectionate and we loved him very much. We are very sad to have lost him, but we would especially like to understand the message for our personal journey, my companion and myself.

Dream #3: Peter

Dream: I pass in front of the Alima (small local supermarket where my grandmother used to shop) and I see Pierre sitting in front of the entrance. At first I want to continue, but as he looks so sad I stop and ask him: Are you okay Pierre? He answers: No, not at all, my daughter is seriously ill.

Change of scene: I am sitting at the table, opposite Pierre, in my grandmother's old kitchen. He would still like to take a trip with his daughter. I ask him: Is she rather calm or does she like excitement? He answers: She is rather calm. I tell him: Then she won't like Club Med (vacation club). New change of scene: It is night.

I am lying on the second floor of the house, I wake up and go to the corridor to see what is going on. It's pitch black. I see an old man coming out of my grandfather's room, with a slightly yellowish complexion and wearing an old sweater, a dirty ochre color.

He carries the girl in his arms, he goes down the stairs with her, he takes her away. I am still on the second floor. I want to scream, but not a sound comes out of my mouth. Suddenly I manage: help, help, help. But it's too late, nobody comes to help. The man is gone.

Share: Pierre : a colleague from my former bank, graphic designer and involved in the ecological movement. He was not very talkative. Shortly after this dream, I knew that he had just lost his job, for refusing to use a PC with the bank's centralized system next to his MAC, in order to communicate with the rest of the bank.

Dream #4: Community Living

Dream: In the first scene, I'm in a high-rise building like in the suburbs. Below, I see a soccer team or supporters of a team in white celebrating their victory. I feel far away, in another reality, not concerned by this sport, a little empty.

In the second scene, I am part of a new living community (as I have always dreamed), which is active like the eco-villages. I see myself, I see us swimming in Paris in the Seine, which seems to have become a very healthy and busy new waterway, not far from Notre Dame.

It has become clean and a thoroughfare (I am a Parisian in real life and did a lot of photography in these corners as a teenager). The community has a beautiful and large vegetable garden with squash and other things. I go to classes and assemblies that I am passionate about.