At 4am Saturday morning, day of Yoga Fest, I woke up from a dream with tears streaming down my face.
The dream was intense. My mother was pregnant for my father. In her joy, she expressed how excited she was to have a baby for a man like him. She couldn’t wait!
She bent down on the side of the bathtub and scraped at its edges, telling me how clean of a man he is.
I was shocked, to say the least. My mother didn’t even tell my father she was pregnant for his child when I was in her womb. Their relationship wasn’t healthy, partly because of his actions.
In the dream, when she bent down to the floor, I noticed a strip of flooring that was coming up. So I went over to it with some caulk and began to press down to secure it. Something was crawling underneath. I called my mom over and a snake slithered out and wrapped around my leg. Even I wanted to call my father to get it.
Then I woke up in tears. The weeping wouldn’t end. It was a clearing, an energetic passageway into the rewriting of my lineage.
I felt this healing pulsing through my cells as my body began to ache and sweat. I got up and began to shake, tap and dance it out. Then I went to the vagus nerve to work myself back into the parasympathetic state. The cold water was nice and the ice wand over my face helped.
As the hours went by, I realized I wouldn’t be fit to be at set up for yoga fest. So I called the volunteers and put them in charge.
When I woke up, my staff member at Buffis called me excited to start the festival day. When she heard how sick I was she went to the local coffee shop to get me a tea.
Before she arrived I called healing deep within my spirit and I got myself out of bed. As I adjusted the blue wig on my head, I was in a whole other energy.
When my bare feet touched the festival grounds, I was prepared to be a clear vessel. I wasn’t hurting anymore.
At the festival, myself and other healers joined together to hold space for the most epic festival in lake Charles. People healed, celebrated and played. It was everything I could have wanted and more.
I’m in awe of how the Holy Spirit moves if we are surrendered. It’s a gift, an honor and a true calling to be a vessel for something bigger than ourselves.
I pray for clearing and wholeness. Then I witness the spirit move in ways I couldn’t have planned or imagined.
That dream was a clearing that came right on time. I’ve been celibate and praying God completely take the desire for love away. In that fasting, I feel more whole than I ever have. I have surrendered certain desires and parts of myself that needed to be transformed.
All of it called in the deepest healing for my lineage.
This is what chat told me about my dream.
Here’s to healing ❤️🩹
With the Deepest Love,
Paige Elliott
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