Healing Light

 This waking dream happened while I was walking along the beach. ~ Pam

I was sick with the flu and after a few days of barely breathing and body aches, I decided to have a massage to help clear away the toxins.

During my appointment, the massage therapist recommended using orange healing light. She referenced a spiritual exercise outlined in a book we both own that uses orange and blue light for healing the body and mind. I was thankful for the suggestion and was anxious to try it.

I got home and immediately began the spiritual exercise by envisioning orange healing light.

For some reason I have difficulty visualizing the color orange although I have no trouble with blue, yellow, white, or green. In order to “see” it on the inner I usually have to imagine something that color. The easiest ones for me are carrots or a pumpkin. When I do this spiritual exercise I have to be careful to not visualize pounds of carrots flying towards me. And flying pumpkins could be more harmful than the healing I’m working through. The balance is to see the object and focus on the color, not the item.

During the spiritual exercise I saw myself enter an ancient room and lie down on a stone healing table. I closed my eyes and saw a prism and then the orange light, using my technique with carrots. The light spread out like a ray forming a triangle that covered me from head to toe. My entire body had orange light pulsing through it as I continued breathing deeply and relaxing, allowing the light to go where it was needed. I completed the exercise and continued resting.

The next day I had more energy and was feeling better. In the afternoon I went for a walk on the beach near my home. I love walking because it's the single exercise that makes my body feel its best. And when you walk along the shoreline there are many added health benefits including sunshine, vitamin D, grounding while barefoot, and fresh ocean air. As I walked, I recalled that the year before I was walking the beach almost every day and was very healthy. It seemed obvious this needed to be a part of my routine again.

I had walked for about 20 minutes and was away from the hustle and bustle of the public beach. To my right were multi-million dollar homes that sit empty most of the year. The beach was bare except for the occasional walker passing by. To my left was an amazing view full of ocean blues. The sky, waters, and clear ocean waves bouncing along the shoreline were mesmerizing. I was surrounded by total pure beauty--I was surrounded with light and sound.

It was almost time to turn around and head back to civilization when I noticed something on the ground in the sand just ahead of me. It was small, round, and brightly colored. As I got closer I recognized it—an orange! I’ve never seen an uneaten piece of fruit laying randomly on the beach. I walked past the orange, giggling because it was so out of place. A few more feet and I turned around for another look. Did I really just see a perfect orange right along my path on the shoreline? I had my camera phone with me and had an inner nudge to take a photo.

It wasn’t until I'd turned around and passed the orange again that I realized the meaning in the experience. This was a waking dream for me. The orange was the color orange which I'd used for healing, and it is an orange. It was also placed along my path on the beach where I feel the most health benefits from walking. My message was clear: walking along the shore is part of my healing!

A Broken Wheel Teaches Me About Love

Here is a story about how simple daily events can serve to teach us about divine love. ~ Jeff

I arrived home from work one evening and was itching to ride my bicycle. It had been a challenging day and the week had involved quite a bit of driving. I’m in sales and spend a fair amount of time behind the wheel so I was ready to move my body. I glanced out the apartment window to check the weather, noting the light clouds in the sky would make the sunset colors pop. It was getting close to 7:00pm and sunset was about 40 minutes away. If I left soon, I’d catch an unobstructed view of the sunset over the ocean, which promised to be spectacular! Decision made--I would go.

Quickly, I pulled on my riding clothes, filled a water bottle, stowed it under my seat, and jumped on my bike. I switched the headlight on to blink mode and did the same with the tail light. By the time I would get to the top of the road I knew I'd be switching the headlight on full light since it would be getting dark. Sunset ride here I come!

I rode across the Intercoastal bridge that I usually walk my bike over in order to save a few minutes. It was early fall with little traffic crossing the draw bridge to the beach entrance. I crested the bridge and made the right turn onto the lightly sandy beach road. To my left the blue sparkling ocean was brimming with multiple sailboats, reminding me of a regatta. My view was quickly obscured by homes so hoped to get a better shot of the happenings in a few miles where the road sits directly beside the coastline.

I settled into a pedaling rhythm, noticing my legs were sluggish from the hard ride a few days before. I thought I’d had enough recovery time but to be sure, decided to take it easy and enjoy the beauty. Surrounding me were meticulous homes, lush landscaped lawns, and water views in between. A heavenly piece of paradise, indeed.

I came to a left turn followed by a slight hill. I knew this road well and looked forward to the beach view at the top. I stood out of the saddle to get a little extra kick to make it up the hill. About half way up the slope I heard a loud pop. I'd heard that sound before. It wasn't a good sound. The spoke on my wheel had come apart.

Quickly I stopped on the side of the road to take a look at my back wheel. Sure enough, it was a spoke. But the spoke had not broken, it was the wheel itself. A bicycle wheel has holes all around where the spokes join into it. During my ride, the spoke nipple on the end of the spoke that’s normally inside the wheel had broken through because the metal had given way. A new spoke wouldn’t fix this wheel, it was completely broken. My brain froze. I'd never seen anything like this. I didn’t even know it was possible!

My thoughts were interrupted as I realized a policeman was talking to me. I ride this lonely neighborhood street quite often and don’t recall seeing police cars. However, one was right there within a few seconds of my breakdown. The officer asked me to please move off the road so I wouldn’t get hit by a car. I explained to him that I'd broken my wheel, as if somehow that would entitle me to stay in the road to fix it. He asked me again to move off the road, adding he was concerned about my safety.

I looked at him again, really for the first time, and noticed he closely resembled Russell Crowe. What was Russell Crowe doing in a police car on the beach road at sunset, I wondered? I noticed his accent, which reminded me of the Brooklyn area. What was he doing in Florida? I surmised he probably moved here quite awhile ago because the accent was almost gone.

I observed I was having a dream-like experience. First, the wheel came apart right at the point on the road where I could see the sunset. Second, the police officer was right there to immediately look after me in my fumbling. Third, I mistook him for one of my favorite actors. For a long moment I was transfixed on the face of the officer until I finally came to my senses, picked up my bike, and moved off the road. The officer drove away. Hmmm, I wondered, what was that all about?

A car stopped immediately after the police car drove off, asking if they could help. I asked myself, did I need a ride? Quickly I explained to the very nice driver that I was only 1/2 mile from home and was good to go. What did I just say? In reality I was more than two miles from home. They accepted my answer and drove off down the road. I was undaunted--I’d make it home just fine.

From a safer vantage point on side of the road, I evaluated my wheel. I tried spinning it but it wouldn’t go around because it was rubbing on something. You see, when you loose a spoke (and part of a wheel) the wheel tends to quickly resemble a piece of spaghetti. I loosened the brakes all the way and tried to spin the wheel again; it still rubbed. I loosened the wheel on the frame and jammed it all the way over to try and split the difference. It sort of went around. It was getting dark so I climbed onto the saddle and tried to ride. Unfortunately, it was still rubbing on the brakes. I had to stop. I got off the bike again, unzipped my fanny pack, and reached for my tool kit. I decided to remove one of the brake pads allowing for more room. I fumbled with the screw that attaches to the brake pad and dropped one of the washers. I crouched down and spent about three minutes looking for it on the ground where it dropped. The washer was no where to be found. Finally, I gave up and stuffed the brake pad into my saddle bag and zipped it up.

Another car stopped and asked me if I needed help--a ride--anything. Once again, I explained being only 1/2 mile from home. Well, by now I was about 1.5 miles from home. Why did I keep refusing help?

It was getting dark and I didn’t have my phone with me to call my girlfriend for assistance. She wasn’t even expecting me home for another hour. Bummer. I thought for a moment. Well, what could I do now since I’d turned down all my help? I needed to get home and the only way I knew how to was on my bike. I jumped back on and rode as best I could with the wheel rubbing on the frame. It seemed to take forever! The ride was slow-going because I had to creep along with the rubbing tire.

Finally, I crested the bridge again--I was almost home. This time I hefted the bike up onto my shoulder and walked it across. Once safely on the other side I rolled it on its front wheel to ease some of the weight. The front wheel bounced around and for a minute I thought it was broken, too. I paused to check it and yes, the front wheel was also loose.

Both wheels were compromised at once. This has to be a waking dream, I thought. But what does it mean?Well, one thing it meant is that I’m going to need new wheels! I’d been eyeing some upgraded wheels for a couple years but always decided not to spend the money. No more excuses, my wheels were shot.

Frequently it takes time to understand the meaning of an experience. In reflection, this waking dream told me it’s okay to accept help from those who offer their assistance out of love. The police officer conveyed love, even through his abrupt professional manner. He genuinely showed concern for my safety as I basically ignored him. Two separate drivers had stopped to offer assistance but I was too stubborn to accept it. I had even convinced myself I didn’t need help because I was only a stones-throw from home – right!

The law of love states you need to give love. Yes, that is true. But the other side of the coin says you also have to be willing to accept love from others, even those who are strangers at the moment. Who knows, maybe I would've found a new friend in one of the drivers that offered me help.

Yes, I made it home safely and I could've forgotten about the troubles and swept the entire incident under my mental rug. However, the dream-like nature I experienced forced me to sit up and take notice of this precious gift from spirit.

​I realized I needed to examine my inability to accept love and kindness from others when I’m in need.

Getting Peace of Mind from a Dream

This important message involving my son came to me in the dream state. ~Pam

I always believed dreams have meaning but never had much luck remembering them come morning light. However, recently I'd started a dream discourse series. The lessons were a year long study program with one for each month. I loved that each chapter offered a technique to try before bed to help one understand their dream life better.

I awoke one morning and started journaling my dreams, just as I'd done for the last two months. However, as the writing flowed I realized this one was special.

Recently my 27 year old son, Alex, had begun reading self-improvement books, doing a little soul searching. People were appearing into his life, one by one, just as he needed them and their help. I recognized the blessing and as a mother, was thankful.

In the dream, I was at our first home and saw my son, step-daughter, and several friends swimming in our pool. I watched from above, viewing the situation as a spectator. I knew it was a replay from earlier in life, but this time I saw the entire event as it unfolded, not just part of it like I did originally. In seeing the whole interaction, I knew Alex was not at fault for something he was punished for doing in the pool. In the dream, I tried to change the scenario once I saw he wasn't guilty. I attempted to change my reaction and take away the punishment he was given.

But my attempts to change anything were unsuccessful as I painfully saw the scenario play out exactly the way it did the first time it happened.

After the dream experience, I felt at peace with my decisions as a parent. I know I can’t go back and change anything. I know all is as it should be and everything that happened needed to happen. I’m also at peace knowing my son’s path is his own and I don’t hold his answers or his truth. He must follow his own intuition and draw the people to him he needs — just as he’s doing!