By Dennis Lantz
I had a dream, a
few years back, when my physical health was in sudden decline, that I was
standing in a long line of people waiting to see a healer. A stone castle stood
in the distance, maybe two hundred yards away. Hundreds, maybe thousands of
other people were ahead of me. All sought healing. Slowly, the mass of people
disappeared inside the castle walls, mere specks from my perspective. I
expected a long wait. The only person I recognized was my sister. We had made
the journey together. She was the believer. I was more skeptical. All around
us, fellow seekers discussed the healer. She was amazing, according to their
pronouncements. She was real. She could cure all types of problems. I did not
voice my skepticism out loud because it was not my place to discourage anyone
from seeking health. But doubt lingered. Their faith, and even some of their stated
beliefs seemed strange or even misguided. However, none struck me as potentially
harmful. So, I remained silent.
As is often the
case in dreams, time leaped forward. Suddenly my sister and I were inside the
castle, crowded with others on winding stairs of a cool, gray tower. People mingled
on wide landings and in multiple side rooms. We waited. The crowd thinned and an
unknown woman approached my sister and me. She spoke to me. She asked how I was
doing. I knew immediately, without any explanation from others, that she was
the healer. Her physical appearance was unremarkable. Her voice was soft, but
not unusual. Before I could answer, she touched my arm… and a bolt of energy
surged through my shoulder and along my spine. My entire body shuddered. The
sudden shock was so intense that I immediately woke from the dream.
My first thought,
as I lay there wide-eyed, was that the interaction had been real. A spiritual
encounter. A vision. A miracle. I was healed. My arms still tingled from her
touch. I was numb all over. I desperately wanted to believe. Much later, I fell
back asleep.
Not long after I climbed
out of bed, some of the more noticeable symptoms of my ill health returned. My
faith in the dream wavered. Doubt is a compounding force. Did my doubt cause the
illness to return? Was my faith too weak? Was this the sole lesson I was to
learn from my dream? That belief is paramount to healing? That doubt unravels
the healing process? Or was it that dreams are not real? None of those
considerations seemed right to me. While belief can play an important role in
healing, it isn’t the only factor. Surely, doubt can be healthy if it makes us
reconsider our situation. And dreams, while not “real,” can teach us valuable
lessons and give insight to reality.
After much
pondering, this dream made me realize that, as much as it would make life
easier, no one is likely to touch me on the arm or head and cause me to
suddenly be healed. I’m not saying that it won’t happen. I’m definitely not
saying that it can’t happen. Such healing is a tenet of the most widespread
religion in history. If you experience such a healing, you are blessed.
The dream made me
realize that we must seek out healing and health because it is continually
changing. We may heal, physically, psychologically, emotionally, or even
spiritually… but it’s the way of the universe that we will falter again and
again. Our bodies aren’t going to live forever, even if our soul is eternal.
Later, I found a
deeper understanding from the dream. People are willing to travel to a place of
healing. Not necessarily to see a healer… but to obtain healing. A vision has
developed in my mind, my purpose has clarified, of a health center with gardens
and classes to strengthen personal connections and create joy and happiness. I call
this vision The Healing Project. In this book, I will share the features and
foundations of this endeavor and we will explore the many aspects of healing.
Healing is a
process more often than it is an immediate change. It is possible to fight
against the power of fear, stress, and disease. We are on this journey together
and it is imperative that we share our learned skills and knowledge so that
others can deal with, even overcome, similar problems.
This is not a book
about how to attract abundance or wealth. But I hope it shows you that thriving
is possible. Improvement, comfort, satisfaction, and peace are achievable. Accepting and overcoming skepticism, fear,
and self-doubt are worthy goals… and optimism and hope are essential to a happy
life.
We each have our
own path to follow when it comes to healing. If others can help you, allow them
to do so. If you can assist them, both will be blessed.
Many people view
themselves as broken. I disagree. Sometimes the damage we endure is extensive,
but, as the old adage goes, you cannot build a mosaic without broken pieces. We
are being shaped. The trials of life wear away the parts that we do not need.
Much like a sculptor removes the stone that is not part of the finished piece,
so too are we being whittled down to our beautiful essence. Too often, we think
that our positive traits and tendencies are also being eliminated. This is not
so. Our virtues may get covered with a build-up of life’s debris or blocked by
self-imposed walls of fear and pain residue, but they remain. Healing is not
only the sculptor’s chisel… it is also the clean-up brush. Whether you believe
the artist is God, a collection of souls or the inner workings of your own
mind, healing is the essence of life. Healing is love. You are worthy of
healing. You are loved.
While it is easy to
think of ourselves as damaged, it is harder, but more important, to believe we
are worthy of healing. We experience much pain and suffering. We have harm done
to us… and sometimes we pass that maltreatment to others. But we don’t have to.
We can choose to pass on healing instead of misery. We can share love, kindness
and all the wonderful things of life just as easily as we have experienced the
dark.
In my dream there
were many sick and injured people. They did not have the same problems I had… but
all sought healing. And that is the fundamental reality of human existence. Everyone
needs to heal from something. Past traumas, injuries, loss of faith, the wear
and tear of everyday life. That is why I encourage you to participate in, and
support, The Healing Project.
You will discover
many descriptions of The Healing Project in this book. For now, imagine it to
be a guide for your personal transformation. A nudge to facilitate your own
healing, and a plea to help others on their journey. The Healing Project is the
foundation for a life of fulfillment, as well as a method to strengthen
connections with our families, friends, neighbors, communities, and fellow
human travelers. It is a concept to improve lives, a soul-cleansing journey to
get from whatever state of discontent, uneasiness, or less-than-adequate health
to a better place. Everyone is invited. It can be as private or public as you
wish.
Together we can discover
ideas that will transform our lives. We already have everything we need to take
the next step on this journey.
I do not consider
myself a healer. How can someone with so many physical disabilities and
psychological insecurities be called a healer? I mean, obviously, I haven’t
been good at healing myself. Why would anyone listen to me for advice? I would
describe myself more as a teacher and as such, I would like to share lessons
that I have obtained. From tasks tried or untried. Sometimes I fail. But I
don’t let that define me. I try to learn from these moments. And occasionally,
I succeed. I don’t let that define me either. But I celebrate it.
So, I will freely
admit that I am not an expert on healing or health, and I understand if you
think that this disqualifies me from writing a book on the subject. But I have
lived over a half century, much of that in fear, discontent, pain, or
frustration, and such experience entitles me to share my ruminations. Only you
can decide whether or not the contents are worthy of your time. I want them to
be, and short of a promise, I believe they will be. The Healing Project is a
worthy subject despite the failings of the author.
This book is not an
autobiography, but parts of it will read that way. Many times, my conclusions
come from personal experiences, and I will share those stories. I am not a
psychologist or therapist, so cannot present case studies of those I have
treated. Such people don’t exist, although I hope I have helped a few people in
my many years. Instead, I will present my personal projects, share thoughts and
ideas for healing troubled souls, propose ways for you to enrich your own life
and, just as importantly, bring blessings to others you encounter. Physical
ailments will be discussed, but this isn’t a medical book. Spiritual needs will
be reviewed, but this isn’t a religious tome. It’s just a book of goodness.
There will be stories and observations. Perhaps some inspiration. Take from it
as much as you can. As much as you wish.
Before we can fully
utilize The Healing Project as a growing community resource, we must take the
time to get to know each other better.
Welcome to The
Healing Project. I hope you enjoy!
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Dennis Lantz is the
author of Zander’s Tale. The Spiders of Eden, and the Pine Street Trilogy (Pine
Street and the Mighty Mutation Circus, Pine Street and the Dino-Beast Clones,
and Pine Street and the Mirrors of Freedom.) His nonfiction Summer in Gentlewoods
uses journal entries to tell the real-life adventure of living in a primitive
shelter in the woods of his family farm.
Dennis and his
wife, Christy, live in Warren Center, Pennsylvania. They share their home with
Austin, a Texas rescue who is a cross between a Jack Russell and an angel.
For more
information visit www.dennislantz.com or follow Dennis
Lantz Books on Facebook.
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