Last night, I had the strangest, most haunting dream I’ve ever experienced—like stepping into another dimension I didn’t know existed within me.
It began with me managing an apartment building. Outside, children were playing by the pool—unsupervised, wild, misbehaving. I soon realized they were the children of my sister’s friends. When I went inside one of the apartments to let the adults know, I found a gathering of mostly women and a few men—familiar faces, but their energy felt different. My sister was there too.
I told them their children were at the pool alone and they needed to watch over them. I explained that I had no choice but to issue a notice. Then I left… but somehow, I ended up in a car—with one of the children I had pulled out of the pool. He was drifting in and out of consciousness. I remember thinking, he can’t be in the water like that—it’s too dangerous.
The car began moving. No one seemed to notice I was there. I had no phone, no money, no keys—nothing. Just myself and the child. It didn’t feel like a kidnapping. It felt like I was being transported.
We arrived at what looked like a rundown house. The people in the car were the same from the apartment. My sister was there again.
Inside, the air was thick with energy—like something sacred was about to unfold. It wasn’t just a gathering. It was a ceremony.
One of the women looked at me and said,
“You’re one of us.”
I resisted. “What? No…”
But she repeated it: “Yes. You’ve been through so much. Let us show you why.”
They spoke in Spanish, but I couldn’t understand. Everything was muffled, like my ears were plugged. Some switched to Portuguese, and even though I couldn’t fully grasp the language, I caught familiar words—like echoes in my soul.
They circled around me, preparing for a ritual. One woman leaned in and whispered,
“You were my mother in another life.”
They placed something in my hand—a golden triangle, glowing like ancient fire. I held it tightly. It pulsed with energy. I looked down and realized I was completely naked.
But I wasn’t ashamed. I felt sacred. Whole. Completely seen.
They sat me in the center of the room. I was surrounded—encircled by women and energy and something older than memory. Then one of them pointed at my womb and said:
“You’re going to change. You won’t even recognize yourself.”
Suddenly, I felt heat radiating from my womb, like something buried for lifetimes was burning away.
Another woman stepped forward and took my hands. She didn’t speak aloud—but I heard her clearly. She spoke to me telepathically.
“Just focus on me. Don’t get scared. You know it’s me. And you are not alone. All of these people are here helping you.”
I looked behind her and saw the other women standing in a line. As I focused on her, they began dissolving into her body—becoming her. She became the embodiment of the collective feminine, holding me steady, anchoring me in the ritual. Her eyes locked with mine.
“It’s okay. We are all one. We are becoming one.”
Then I saw the face of my sister’s friend. She came close and gently said: “Now you’re focusing on you. That’s all you need to do.
So you can become the healer you were always meant to be.”
And then it happened.
A man sat in front of me. As the ceremony intensified, his skin began to glow—his body filled with light. He fought it. He cried out:
“This is not voodoo!”
I watched as his skin turned lighter, then back again. I realized—it was my light doing that. Every time I looked at him, he glowed. When I looked away, it dimmed.
I was the channel. I was the light.
The energy rose. I was moving, shaking, resisting—but the women held me with love. They weren’t forcing me. They were remembering me back to myself.
And then they said something I’ll never forget:
“This burning… this pain… is from what you’ve carried through your connection with a man.
Sex has been used as a weapon in your life.
But now it’s time to reclaim it.
This is the source of your power—and your healing.”
I felt fire in my belly—but it wasn’t destruction. It was rebirth.
And just as I began to surrender to it—
✨ My alarm went off.
And I woke up. 🫶🏼🦋
But something stayed with me.
The golden triangle.
The voice of the women.
The heat in my womb.
The knowing:
I am remembering.
And I am ready.
🕊️ Final Thoughts
This wasn’t a bad dream—it was a shadow cleansing, a soul wake-up, and a bridge to my deepest healing.
I am awakening to my medicine, my language of light, and my sacred truth. 🫶🏼🔆♥️
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Jenn Sher - The Divine Muse
