The medicine bag was given to me
on a flight to Viet Nam.
I sat next to a woman flying home
to Thailand for her mother's funeral.
Despite her efforts, she could not
quiet herself or find rest.
So, I decided to send her healing energy.
As I sat with my eyes closed,
I saw her energy and became
transfixed on infusing it with my own.
Suddenly, all was dark except right
In the light, I saw multiple hands
holding a medicine bag.
I realized it was being gifted to me.
Then, the hands were gone and
the medicine bag was on me.
It was not the medicine bag
I had envisioned for myself.
It was the shape of an oval,
with a back and a smaller pouch
about half the size of the back.
It seemed to be made of beads
woven into leather.
The pouch looked too small
to put my fingers in to gather items.
It also had no cover, so it seemed
its contents could fall.
As I was gazing at the medicine bag, wondering
how I would take stuff out of it,
and how to keep things from falling
out of it,
I saw myself breath in from the pouch.
A beautiful glittering dust arose from the pouch.
I blew the dust toward my restless travel companion
and it gently nestled into her energy field.
I continued to focus on sending her healing energy.
Then, I became aware that her mother was there with us.
She was talking to me. She was there to guide her daughter
through the next days and to keep her safe.
She was sad.
I told her that after the rites are finished,
she needs to continue her journey,
that her children would be safe.
She raised them well and they would
care for each other.
She was saddened, but understood.
'This one', the mother said, 'is special',
referring to my travel companion.
'She will be okay too. She is a leader.
She will be asked to take her place now.'
Next, I saw a white light descend behind my travel companion and heard,
'I am with you.'
Loving, gentle, white light.
'Rest child, I am with you.'
I saw the white light reach out and touch
my travel companion's shoulder.
When I awoke the next day,
it all seemed a dream.
I wondered if I should relay
my experience to my travel companion.
I was concerned it might upset her,
or be all in my imagination.
So, I faltered.
But as soon as I decided not to tell her,
I heard the mother, 'You must tell her!'
So, I gathered my courage and relayed the mother's thoughts
to her daughter.
She was astounded.
She said I was right, that she was a leader
and that she needed to play that role now.
She affirmed everything I had said.
She asked how I knew,
so I told her that her mother
had instructed me.
She was so happy and relieved to hear
about her mother. She thanked me
and told me that she felt better.
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