was like sitting at the airport, and having a casual conversation
with any of a great number of people sitting there, waiting. He
asked me a question. I responded at length. I went on and on, analyzing
and commenting, providing the information more for myself than in
response to his query.
I had responded to the first question, he smiled and interjected
a second question. I specifically remember having to give this question
some thought before responding. Again, I went on at length expounding
and explaining. The questions were simple and direct. Why it took
so many words to respond to each one, I couldn't figure out. Yet
here I was, speaking and speaking and speaking. With the conversation,
I also felt healing taking place.
finally finished my response to the second question, when he quietly
asked the third question. It took several minutes for me to respond.
I felt the third question pierce me like an arrow, realizing that
none of the questions had really been personal. But they came at
a moment when their relation to one another made the most sense.
Before even considering the response to the third and final question,
I stood up and broke apart into 6 pieces.
It's dreamworld stuff - and my right arm flew off, representing
someone who was near and dear to me at the time of the dream. My
right arm is shorter than my left, due to the congenital defect
of an ulna that grew out at the elbow, rather than extend correctly.
It's a defective arm, handicapped to a degree. And it represented
a friendship that was also handicapped.
left arm also flew away, representing a healthy being, a healthy
friendship with yet another person near and dear. But because it
was my left arm, which I've always maintained as being less than
functional - as a right-hander! - I couldn't do much with it.
legs also flew in different directions. One represented a healthy
friendship with a young lady, and the other a poor friendship with
yet another young lady. They were both important to my life, had
kept me going for a while, and were of seemingly great value as
people and as friends. But where I went was more directed by their
presences than by my own pace and direction.
torso also broke away, and my head flew up into the clouds. My torso
represented a spiritual friendship of many years, and it was one
upon which I had fed and grown fat throughout its time. My head
represented an intellectual friendship, also of many years, and
its haughtiness made no sense with the reality of the moment.
was left after these pieces broke away was myself. It was my basic
self, living me, for me, because of me, through me. All the life
that I had given to others and all the stress I maintained for others
was gone. My body stood up off the bench, and my mouth screamed
"Mama!" And there I was.
other being was still there when I looked around. He simply stated:
"Physician, Heal Thyself." Then he disappeared. And I