The raw reality is not it. Something other than what happens on this plane is “it.” If the earth plane with its great problems and catastrophic weather scenarios was all that was, no one could bear being here.

Last night I couldn’t sleep until the wee hours. When I finally slept, I was with a female healer, a woman that seemed older than myself. She threw me into a trance state that I could not arouse myself from. And it was pleasurable to say the least.

My husband was there as a background figure. He had apparently brought me here, to the house of the mother of a friend. It was the mother that was now ministering to me.

I could hear her talking but I could not respond. At some point her husband came in and examined my eyes. They discussed some treatment for me; gold was mentioned. That made no sense, and she kept talking to me. I would laugh quite a bit, as I found the experience deeply pleasurable.

She wanted me to return in the morning and as it grew late, I was helped to get dressed and get my coat on. I feared jumping down from this tall brick wall. The woman pointed out that if I could make one step down onto the curb, it was the same thing. I tried that, jumping to the curb. Then I jumped from what seemed to be the high brick wall. And she was right!

I was excited by this discovery and then I told her that I could fly and I showed her.

At some point I began to wake up from the dream. I got up briefly and returned to bed. I looked up and saw a hawk perched in the tree I can see through my skylight. I thanked him for being there.

And now I am writing this to you. That was not raw reality but a gift of grace. Grace runs the higher worlds. How could it be otherwise?