A Shamanic Dream of Dying And Being Reborn

Dear Life-Dreamer,

I had a very special dream experience recently, one that alters and prepares you for big shifts. I was told that while the dream is certainly personal to me, it also applies to each who finds it here. Since you are reading this, that includes you, sweet friend. It is here for you to experience and marvel at, as I did.

May 19, 2021, Shamanic Dream
In Which I am My Higher Self Tending to Me At the End of Life

I was caring for a young and beautiful blonde woman who looked very much like me. Noticing this, I had a realization of being my Higher Self, caring for she who is my earthly self. While I cared for her, the tending became helping her thru her life which was filled with many obstacles.

Though she remained in bed in front of me throughout the dream, at the same time – somewhat like a life review – we were meeting impossible obstacles represented by physical barriers such as jagged metal walls to be scaled, at a cost to knees and hands and feet. Many times she made it to the top but was frightened to drop down onto the other side, so I held up my arms with great love to catch her, breaking her fall.

At other times she made her way thru dense brambles that tore at her clothing, or barbed wire barriers that snagged her hair and back as she crawled through. There were others too that were assisting, though they were not seen in the dream. But we consulted many times, all of us – she being included in this – as we planned for the greatest potentials and solutions for her life.

She experienced the highest peaks and the darkest valleys possible within one life, growing both more and more tired but also more and more strong and bright. At one point there was a heavy darksome load laid out before her. After pause and careful consideration she agreed, though with some sorrow, to carry this burdensome thing.

For her greater assistance, we who walked with her in the unseen worlds increased our strength. For this was an unusual load, not part of her original plan. There was peril accepting this but it was known that, if managed, a kind of reward, or outcome, was possible that created an unusual opportunity within a lifetime.

And so she went forward with extreme difficulty now, straining to the limit of her endurance, bent nearly double with her load. Many times through the years I wiped her brow and dried her tears and soothed her many fears. Each time of trial and trouble, I was there tending to her wounds, celebrating each success, encouraging her, bringing joy and love and praises of wonderment at all she experienced.

At the same time that we were experiencing her life in this way, she remained bedridden, readying for her passage. She grew more and more translucent and radiant until she was glowing with an inner light that was amazing to behold and to be with. Her skin looked like alabaster lighted from inside. I felt such love for her, she was the dearest, dearest dear to me.

Soon her last moments came, the vehicle arrived to take her on her final journey. She had only to accomplish her last walk across the field to where the vehicle was waiting. I helped her up and we walked out of the lovely old farmhouse and across a beautiful field of tall wheat, toward a grouping of trees. It was spring and there were many birds and flowers and a feeling of life renewing.

She leaned heavily on my arm as we wended our way along a path through the grasses, the breeze gently swaying the fuzzy heads of the grain vividly outlined by the evening sun. As we walked, the trees changed color gloriously, as though it were autumn. The evening sun lit the leaves of yellow and orange, red and burgundy, that rustled in the breeze. I thought, “It is as though the world is ablaze with the fire that burns brightly but does not consume.”

As we neared the trees there was one last wire fence, not a large one, only about three feet tall. She was so frail, however, that there was a question about whether she would manage it. But she pulled herself up and over with a determination and ease that contradicted her seeming fragility. It was at this moment in the dream that my perspective changed and I experienced myself as both my Higher Self and as She who was transitioning.

We approached the vehicle where a man waited, the driver. The vehicle was a tall lorry with a large luxurious cab at the front.

As we stood by the open door of the lorry where the driver sat with open arms to receive her, I bent to lift her into my arms and hand her up to him. As I did so, it at first seemed she was collapsing, unable to stand, slithering down the front of my body.

I stooped to catch her and we both slid down onto the ground together, ending on our sides, she in fetal position and merging into my womb. It was like her bones dissolved and she became a light-filled fetus that I was carrying – the sensation of this was breathtaking. Then she seemed to be quickly growing, merging and integrating into me entirely, until I was filled with the magnificence of our merging.

When this first began, as she was dissolving, I wept and wept for her leaving. But not with pain, just tears of passage, knowing that soon this life would be hers no more. Yet even the weeping felt somehow amazing, the tears seemed to be a special elixir of some kind. And mixed with the sadness, there was great joy in the weeping.

I stood then, much taller and so strong, filled with life and vitality and excitement as I reached up to take the hand of the driver, hopping up into the cab with ease and a sense of fun and excitement. Settling in, I noticed the front window of the vehicle which was very large, broad, and my breath caught as I saw that the view revealed from there was incredible!

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We are all being born again unto ourselves, dear friends. The sadness I spoke of last week is the midwife of this rebirth. A miracle of rebirth is in us. It is the Highest in us being born into physical form. Open to this and embrace it with a fullness of joy. And if you listen, you will hear your Higher Self whispering in your ear, “Thank you, beloved one, for giving me life. In physical form.”

Blessing and love,
Mayet MaHulili Leilani