I had a dream that I was standing in a sacred pool in a river. As I held my arms up, a vortex of light formed and opened a gate above. In my dream I was dressed in a long white robe, standing in bluish waters. I was told that this was in anticipation of a trip I would be making to Belize, where an inter-dimensional gate was to be opened in preparation for the Earth’s ascension.
This would enable Beings of light to send their assistance to the planet and humanity. At that time, my finances wouldn’t permit such a trip, but I left the details in God’s hands. Soon after, I was informed by someone in England that, during a ball to celebrate Belize Day, they had entered my name in a raffle, and I had won a luxury trip to Belize, all expenses paid!
I bought a few new pieces of clothing for the occasion and departed from the Portland airport. Through peculiar circumstances I had missed my plane and had to take the next. As I sat down in the plane seat, I was thinking how God never wastes my time and that there must be a reason for this delay. I became aware of a wayward spirit in the vacant seat next to me.
Apparently she had had a heart attack just a few hours earlier and had died in the seat. Her spirit didn’t yet realize that she was dead and couldn’t understand why no one could hear her and why people kept trying to sit on her. She was a frail elderly woman and was bewildered and afraid, not knowing what to do. With my intent I opened a tunnel above her and called forth angelic beings to escort her to the spirit realm.
Within my mind I spoke to her, assuring her that this was the next step and it would bring her joy. My memories of passing back and forth to the spirit world as a young child helped as I explained to her what a beautiful experience it would be. I saw her leave, accompanied by two luminous Beings of light.
I spent the majority of my days in Belize searching for the beautiful pool I had encountered in my dreams. I trudged through the jungles and observed how nature’s joyous chorus never ceased when the Indians entered the jungle. However, when one of the tourists entered the same jungle, by the third step, there was a hush as all animals halted their chatter and songs.
I realized that the indigenous peoples of the area used the jungle’s resources only when needed for survival. The urge to conquer nature -rather than cooperate with it- hung like a stench around most tourists. I admired the way in which reciprocity is the basis of the indigenous peopleís belief system. They give their thanks to the water, land and mountains for the nourishment and shelter they provide. This concept of reciprocity has too long been foreign to the mind-set of modern societies.
A native guide took me into the jaguar reserve. His job was to spot jaguars so he had developed a keen sensitivity. Therefore, I was puzzled when I heard padded footsteps following in the thick foliage behind us and he seemed entirely oblivious. I asked him several times if he could hear the sound. He looked at me as though I were crazy and simply shrugged.
I decided to let him walk ahead and stood still to let the footsteps catch up with me. I turned and saw a beautiful spotted jaguar standing in the foliage. I stared mesmerized, noticing that it was becoming transparent. I was looking at a Spirit Jaguar.
It is said that the jaguar is the cat that doesn’t roar, but I heard a sound, not with my ears, but rather felt it with my body. This inaudible roar seemed to change me, particularly affecting my root chakra. I knew that I hadn’t been properly expressing the root chakra for several years, as I had lived primarily in the upper chakras.
I felt as though an energetic plug had been released. The guide, busy swatting mosquitoes, hadn’t noticed that I was no longer behind him. Finally, he became aware that he was neglecting his duties and came looking for me. I hurried on, shaken, but grateful for the gifts from the Spirit Jaguar.
The following day, I went on an excursion to an island with a group of people to snorkel. The guide looked at my faltering efforts at swimming with some apprehension, and after observing my attempts, said firmly, “Lady, just give me your hand, and I’ll tow you around like a tugboat.”
As the Mayan man took my hand, a strong current of energy flowed through me, perhaps brought on by my intense joy over the extraordinary beauty of this underwater world. The effect on him couldn’t have been more profound if it had been an electrical shock. He sank to the bottom, while I floundered at the top.
When he surfaced and regained his breath, he banished me to the beach. I sat there happily playing with the little crabs and looking at the diversity of the grains of sand as they reflected the sunshine. Eventually, the guide came to sit beside me, looking confused and bewildered.
Clearly this wasn’t an ordinary diving trip for him. To set him at ease, I started talking about the ruins that I was to visit the following day. Then he shared a story, “There is a legend that a blue woman will come from the south to open a gate that had been closed for thousands of years.” He shook his head as if confused, adding, “I’m not quite sure why I’m telling you this.”
He walked off to assist two other tourists. I continued amusing myself on the beach and pondered his words. Of course I wasn’t that woman. Although I was from South Africa, I certainly wasn’t blue. Perhaps it was a physical gate. I recalled having read that such a gate was discovered leading into the face of a rock cliff that seemed to be impenetrable.
I decided to play in the shallow waters where beautiful schools of fish darted around. I communicated that I wanted to swim with them and requested that they stay nearby. Suddenly I was surrounded by hundreds of little silver fish against my skin. They stayed in the shallow waters so I could keep pace with them. I stayed inside this school of fish for many delightful minutes, and it seemed as though I became one with them.
They offered me a message, “All you know each day is that the current of life flows through that day. Cease to strive. Your only responsibility is to align yourself with that current and flow with the ocean of life. Pain occurs when we oppose life.” I thanked them before parting company.
As I stood in the shallow water a moment longer, a group of pelicans dive-bombed the school of fish in the water around me, as though oblivious to my presence. Some of them struck the water about three feet away. I was able to observe this occurrence under water with my goggles.
I was fascinated at how the school of fish conserved its energy. They didn’t move until it was necessary to dart out of the way of danger. They didn’t concern themselves about the next moment during this moment. This lesson was timely for me, since I had begun to be a bit anxious about the fact that I had only one day left and still hadn’t seen the sacred pool.
As we left the island, a sudden rainstorm shed buckets of water on us. I was wearing a blue hand-dyed dress made in India that I had bought especially for this trip. The rain caused the blue dye to run. It ran down my legs and arms, staining everything it touched. It was on my hands so as I wiped the water from my face, it became streaked. My long hair was hanging down my back so I ended up with dyed hair too. The other passengers were staring at me curiously, and I can’t say I blamed them!
That evening I was dumbfounded that water could pull the dye from the fabric and spread it around, but water wouldn’t remove it, even when scrubbed vigorously with soap. Repeatedly, I showered and shampooed and bathed but I remained blue. It was still there the following day when I traveled into the mountainous area to visit a resort.
As I checked in, they explained that since there was only one other guest, they had upgraded me to a luxury, thatched house on the edge of the river. As I looked through the window of my room, I saw the beautiful pool I had seen in my dream. With my skin and hair stained blue, wearing a blue swimsuit, I made my way down to the river to open the gate.
As I stood in these sacred waters, I waited to be instructed how to open an inter-dimensional gate, but nothing was forthcoming. My joy overflowed, happiness streamed through every cell of my body and my heart praised God. Perhaps such joy would be enough to open this gate, I thought. But as I was in communion with God, tiny fish, that must surely have been cousins of the piranha, kept biting my arms. “Go away!” I ordered the little pests, “Can’t you see I’m doing important work?”
Although I said this with a touch of irritability, I nevertheless understood the irony of my words, since I had learned that there was no important work. The little fish, however, were unimpressed and continued biting my arms. Finally I decided to move my arms in circles while in prayer. The clockwise and counter clockwise circles of my arms caused little vortexes to form in the pool and, combined with the strength of my emotion, the dimensional gate was opened.
When I looked up I saw two moons, as well as many stars in the afternoon sky. At that inopportune moment, the one other guest chose to come down to the river and said with a heavy British accent, “How odd, there are two moons! I must go back and get my spectacles,” and off he marched. By the time he returned, the two moons had merged into one, and I could no longer see the specks of stars. My happiness overflowed, as I had accomplished what I had come to do.
The next day as I left by plane, I was moved into first class, given chocolates and royally pampered. I took it as a message from the Universe that I had done well.
Excerpted from A Life of Miracles