Ordinary Beauty as seen by Leila Anasazi

Dear Elke,

In my dream this morning you were hosting another mentoring group, all women. We were outdoors, I think it was a large meadow. To the side were three people who were not part of the group, one of them a man whose skin was gray (paint? clay? ashes?); he was a storyteller.

You were going to teach us something new (a healing technique?) and asked me to help you by selecting one by one from the group the person you would use for demonstrating the technique. You asked me how I felt about that and I said, “Nervous”. Then you indicated a woman who was right there next to us and said, “She definitely needs this.”

But she seemed reluctant (not resistant, but reluctant). She was a very small woman and I was on my knees at the time and embraced her in a fashion meant to be reassuring but which also served to “capture” her (remember, she wasn’t resistant per se). She became even smaller and my embrace enfolded her completely. She said, “Oh, I thought you were in love with me,” as she sorted out what was going on. Then she said, “I’ll just wait and go last.”

I explained that we couldn’t know in advance when would be your last demonstration so she ought to go now, first, with the certainty of having the experience.

But then someone came and required your attention so you left. The group was momentarily flummoxed but quickly found something “useful” to do with our time. One of the members distributed very large opals, about the size of baseballs. Now it is the nature of opals that they come with their own “fire”, but our task was to hold them and amplify the fire. For most of the women, their opals did come to glow more intensely, but mine was just dull with some mild natural opal fire deep in it.

But then I turned it over in my hands and saw that on the bottom it was displaying sentences, in rapid succession. They looked quite a lot like the paper fortunes in fortune cookies, and they were changing so quickly that it was possible only to read one sentence swiftly before the next appeared. They seemed to be answers of some kind.

When you returned to the group, you asked about my rock and such, and I showed you what it was doing. You instantly ascended, rising straight up into the blue sky a very great distance.

And that’s the last element of the dream that I recall.