Once upon a time (about half a year ago) I had a vision during a relaxing moment that spontaneously turned into a meditation.
It was a symbolic vision about the nature of the work that I do.
I was a knight tending to the wounded in a castle whose main gate and front walls were permanently under siege. Most of the people doing the fighting outside the walls weren’t soldiers though. They were normal civilians: farmers, tradespeople, men, women and children.
I was what I’d call a Dragon Knight. I didn’t simply ride a dragon when going into battle, but rather, I merged with it. The dragon and I became one when needed.
The Dragon Knight would land in the middle of the battlefield and single out one of the friendlies who had just fallen. The dragon would clear some space around us with its fire breath, while the knight offered the protection of his shield to the exhausted, wounded and terrified civilian.
I would reach out my hand and fly them into the safety of the castle, where I would then proceed to heal them, making them whole again.
Once they were rested, restored and happily on their feet, I would take them to the back gate of the castle where all was quiet and peaceful.
There was a beautiful garden park there, leading into green and luscious woods. I’d say goodbye to the healed human and watch them as they continued their life’s journey, disappearing into the woods.
I’d savour the moment for a while, breathing in the clean air, the peaceful atmosphere and the beautiful colours. Then I’d know that it was time to get to work.
The dragon would softly land by my side. We’d merge once more and take to the skies. And then we’d do it all over again, diving into the thick of battle, roaring out our war cry: a ferocious blast of defiance and energy.
The dragon would fry a couple of enemies and I would reach out my hand to someone who needed my help, to take them to a safe and peaceful place where there would be healing and magic.
As I said, visions are usually symbolic. But the meaning of this one was pretty obvious to me.
I help people who are at a crossroads in their lives. At a moment when they feel they need some sort of change, instead of living their life the way they’ve been doing so far.
I reach out my hand for them to grab hold of. I show them a place of peace and healing within themselves. I help them to become whole, to be the kind of person they were meant to be.
And after that, we say our goodbyes. My “patient” continues their journey, reborn.
Me? I return to the battlefield. But not as some sad and tragic hero figure whose burdens weigh heavily on his shoulders. No, I feel light, happy, powerful!
And grateful for the job I do and the small part I get to play in that Big Plan the Universe has for all of us.
Image credit: David Bunting on Flickr