It had been many weeks since a Seeker had approached her sanctuary. She was grateful for the peace and the uninterrupted privacy which left her with abundant time to tend her gardens and to meditate, but she also felt ready... eager... for the work she had come to love with such surprising passion. As she removed the spent blooms of a fragrant jasmine, memories of her long years of preparation and apprenticeship entertained her thoughts... She laughed now at how nervous she had been before her first private session with a Seeker.

This spring would mark her 75th earthly year as a Lemurian Dreamer. Delightful! What joy it was to help with this work. And how fascinating it was to witness the many different dreams that she was invited to assist.

She felt a prickle of energy move the length of her spine and warmth touch her Heart Chakra. "Ah," she thought, "A Seeker approaches... "

Phela put away her gardening tools and neatened her robes. Once ready she took a short moment to center herself and release the personal thoughts that had filled her days lately. The next several hours would be fully dedicated to the needs of the one approaching, her own personal world would be suspended completely until the work was done.

Tarreen approached the simple home covered with vines and flowers with relief. He had been searching for this particular Dreamer for several weeks and was tired beyond words. There was a rough stone path leading to the front door and standing there, waiting with a smile that warmed his heart, was Phela. He had been told of her unusual looks, especially the long red hair... but he hadn't been told that she was evolved to the point of being amorphous. He'd seen a few such beings before but never so close... He could see through her to the building behind and this made him a bit nervous. Maybe she wouldn't find him worthy of her focus.

"You are welcome, Seeker," Phela spoke in her clear, musical voice. "And fear not," she added to reassure him, "Your arrival here proves your worthiness. I will listen to your request and I will help you. First, however, come in and refresh yourself... I have fresh bread and fruit and water still cool for the stream."

The afternoon passed quickly. Tarreen's strength returned in the glow of the healing resonance being emitted by his hostess. As his mind cleared and focused he began to talk about his dream and to share with her why he wanted it so badly while she listened, every bit of her energy centered upon his story. When at last he was still, she closed her eyes and relaxed into the silence. He cleared his throat to speak once but she signaled for him to be silent. Gently she sank into the sacred space of his Heart Center...

 She'd not seen a Sacred Heart Center quite like it before. She stood in a field which was completely fallow. She could feel the potential of the land but, at this time, nothing grew. Her heart filled with compassion for Tarreen and the farm he dreamed to work and make fruitful for his young family... And immediately she began her work, first preparing the soil, then planting and tending the seeds...

When Phela opened her eyes she looked unfocused, ungrounded... Tarreen wanted to help her awaken fully but was scared to move or touch her without her consent. "I am alright," she reassured him. "Your Dreamwork has begun and my attention is split between the dreamtime and this reality. There is nothing for you to do except to return to your home and your family. All will be well."

In relief the man rose and took a few steps toward the gate that led out of the garden where they had been sitting before he remembered the gift his wife had prepared for the Dreamer. From his pocket he took a beautiful stone... a quartz which had been cut exquisitely and blessed with flows of healing light.

"For you," he spoke, his voice shaking with the emotion of his gratitude.

She reached out her hand and he placed the stone on her palm. For a moment their skin touched and instantly he felt such a rush of energy that he would tell his fascinated wife how it felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. He pulled his hand back quickly and noticed that he could now see auras around everything.

"Tarreen," he heard her voice as if from a great distance, "Share that touch with your wife and children when you return home. Then share it with your land... All will be well, Tarreen, now go home to your family. It is time for me to work."

© 2008 Daniele DeVoe