The Second Cycle I just love the joyful bunny! The second time I suffered from a tough fever was much more difficult. I was in college at the time. At the end of this fever, the electical balance of my heart was somehow affected. It is very dangerous to have a virus invade the heart, and when it does happen, it is like a freak accident. The treatment is often a heart transplant once they are sure. This is when the near death experience occurred that I wrote about previously. I ended up at the physician 15 pounds lighter but now recovered from the fever with what seemed to be a problem heart. They decided not to go in and to see if I would get better, since I lived and appeared to be slowly getting better. It was a great sign to be able to recover. I did get better (obviously), but my quality of life was not great at the beginning. However, I did not notice. I went to school every morning, and worked every afternoon until evening. Evenings were set aside for homework and study. I usually retired to bed in the evening not having much energy left. It was hard just to carry my school books from the car to the building for awhile. Things just were so heavy. I probably looked sick, losing so much weight too. I had been skinny before the illness. Then something very special happened. One night I had an extremely vivid dream that I was living in a war torn place and ended up without a home. I wandered and wandered, looking for a home with many other people who were also displaced. I came upon a place where I could see a citadel in the valley and I considered it as a possible shelter. (What a strange place for a citadel!) It looked like a castle and a thriving place. Standing outside the citadel was a woman who could only see out of one eye. She had a daughter which she was looking to sell into a wealthy marriage to secure her own future. Because of this woman's harsh view, I chose not to enter the city of these people and continued to the mountains. I climbed up the beautiful mountains. Climbing and climbing, it seemed to go up forever. My perception changed until I could see nothing at all, but it felt so wonderful I kept on going up somehow. The journey just continued with very little effort on my part. I flowed to the top of the mountain. At the top of this place, I was transmitted healing somehow. It was beautiful. I was sent back down flying easily, feet up and head down, looking down with a water jug and the idea to heal. The first thing I came upon was a fountain with no water and fish suffering from deprivation still moving slightly. I poured the water on the fountain and the fish sprang to life in a multitude of vivid colors. This is a very special dream to me because I woke up healed. My strength and stamina returned. Books were no longer heavy. From this I carry the connection of joyfulness with me always. My earthly journey continued by learning therapeutic touch and Reiki and a completely different view and total belief. ----Evonne as a Not So Little Being ;-) |