I had the strangest dream the other night. I dreamt there was a great evil running loose killing good people, people who were friends. These colleagues were just out doing what they enjoyed when danger struck. It didn’t matter if they were alone or in company. This was one mighty powerful evil and it took them all down. Finally there was only me. Not in all the world, but just out of this group of like minded individuals. It came for me and at first it had no physical form. I fought it off, protecting those innocents near by. Finally it took shape and became the dumbest looking bad guy I’ve ever seen. He wore one of those brown suits common in 1940’s movies and a fedora, but his head was a great big egg! Seriously, his head was an egg with a face, complete with a mustache and normal human teeth. We had our final showdown, Mr. Egghead and I (I even called him Mr. Egghead in the dream, though he preferred some other more scary-demon name which I don’t remember). He held me by the neck (for some reason I wasn’t choking) and was tickling me. I swatted his hand away and told him whatever he was up to was tickling and to stop. I tried using my great reservoirs of power against him and nothing much happened. He informed me he was draining me of my energy. I immediately began drawing energy from heaven and earth. I wasn’t drained but for whatever reason I could do nothing against him. At that rate he and I would have been there for centuries. He was a big baddy but even he couldn’t drain the source of my power. Then it dawned on me: I was trying to battle him with the same mind set he used. I turned my healing powers into a weapon to be used like Mr. Egghead used his power. No wonder I was ineffective! As soon as I returned to my core and stood firm in the mindset of my power I became VERY effective. I saw his wounds and offered healing and compassion. He couldn’t endure this. Mr. Egghead was defeated by a healer standing in the mind and heart of healing.
Mr. Egghead was no less taken out than had I been a warrior doing the same. The thing is I’m NOT a warrior; never have been. Mr. Egghead may have been doofy looking but he was still a bad dude who’d killed at least ten other people and was about to add me to that number. It worked for a short while to confront him on his terms but eventually that failed. On his terms meant I was beginning from the beginning, entering new and unfamiliar territory. He had a huge head start. Sure, the energy of healing and the energy of defense and attack is all the same energy – energy is energy is energy – but they require a different mindset. My mindset is that of healer. Healing isn’t always sweet and gentle and you really have to be willing to destroy some things and hold firm. Getting squishy on disease or blockages means they get to stick around and run you (and the person you’re trying to help) over. Many of us who have done spell work of one kind or another are familiar with the saying “those who cannot hex cannot heal” meaning healing is in essence a work of destruction as well as nurturing. Diseases of body, mind or spirit are destroyed in the process of helping the being you’re helping get better. The mindset is what makes all the difference.
I know how to wield energy for healing purposes. I know how to help create joy and pleasure in the world. How to be a warrior? Totally foreign concept for me. I had to overcome the thing that was trying to drain me and eventually destroy me via standing in who I am. I had to use what I knew the way I knew it. That’s what worked for me. The message I got from this dream is to be authentically me no matter what the circumstances. It’s the only way to be successful. Otherwise the forces around me will drain me dry and kill me or at the very least hold me hostage and prevent me from completing my task.