My mail carrier delivered a ‘Dear John' letter to me this week. It was from a project I had interviewed for, and frankly, was the most perfect person on the planet to manage. Apparently that was only in my mind, hence, the letter. Thank you, but no thanks.
A couple of nights later, I had a dream.
We sat around a table, and I was running a meeting for another project launch, one I really am working on. I was called away, only to find out the Dalai Llama was in the same hotel, and I would be performing the sacred incense cleansing ritual called ‘Puja' on him, and I had to select the incense from the store and get over there. Finding my way to where he was, we greeted one another, bowed to one another, and promptly excused myself to go and tell my fellow meeting group, whom I had called together, that I had been chosen for this service and they would have to wait. They weren't happy.
Returning to the Dalai Llama, lighting the incense, I began chanting and singing tones as the smoke wafted through his auric field. He showed me an area of his body that was in pain, and I began laying my hands on him to remove it, all the while continuing to chant. Longer and longer, without breathing, I chanted. My hearing left me, my eyes closed, and all I could do was chant longer, and longer, becoming more altered as I did.
I must have started turning blue, probably from lack of oxygen. Just then, the Dalai Llama pressed his fist against my forehead, and laughing, pushed me onto my back. He placed a bitter herb in my mouth, and spoke to me like a kind father, saying that if I were going to do that again, I must use the herb if I wanted to stay on the planet. Or something like that.
After coming to my senses (what WAS that herb?), I returned to my meeting group, and found the table abandoned, save for 1 individual, who reprimanded and berated me for leaving a meeting I had called together!
Upon waking, I thought about the vivid dream. How interesting considering the ‘Dear John' letter I had received a few days before. Which was more important? Running a simple project meeting, or performing Puja and energy healing on the Dalai Llama?
It made me see the rejection letter in a whole new light, and know deeply there are more important things for me to be doing. Thank you Beloved Universe for supporting my Highest Purpose once again.
