Sometime in the night I dreamed that I was going to have surgery. It was for my heart and eyes. But it was more than a dream and at times I was merely altered in consciousness, so this theme went on for what seemed most of the night.

The eye surgery was because my eyes weren't right and the plan was for the surgeon to graft some bumps onto my thumbs that would help me see through touch/feeling. I realized that I would become visually blind so I needed an adequate way to see. I considered the possibility of also/or using echolocation (like some animals such as bats, or like some amazing blind humans use), but I didn't feel that would work well for me. Meanwhile, I thought about my eyes and didn't want them to go to waste and was mapping out ideas of grafting them next to their current location so I would have four eyes (true, this makes no logical waking sense , but it did when altered and dreaming).

I spoke to the surgeon who was a young, bright woman, about relocating my eyes. She could see the logic in this but reminded me that she would have to do invasive brain surgery (breaking that barrier into the brain - eek) to connect the optic nerves to the occipital lobe. Ohh, I hadn't thought of that. Thus far the surgery was to be fairly straight forward, and I didn't want to make it now complicated. Also, I questioned whether she had ever done brain surgery before, she was very young and because of that I felt, fairly or not, less confident about having her work in my brain. Then I remembered that she had done surgery, successfully on the brain of another young person. But I still didn't feel good enough about it to proceed. I also was not experienced in mapping out the best way to layout a face with multiple eyes, etc., anyway. But it did seem a shame to waste my lovely brown-irised eyes, though true they are myopic and astigmatic. It did make me think though, whilst in the dream(!), that maybe I should get lasik surgery in my physical reality since I won't have my eyes for long.

Meanwhile, I was working with a female entity, whilst I was more altered than dreaming, regarding my heart. She was one of a few huge spirits that dwell within the earth and for which humans are assigned or a part. She may well be the same as the dream surgeon because though she was large, and ancient in terms of as old as the earth, she was very young in larger sense. What she wanted to do was clean my heart. I also wanted this, but I had to exercise my will to allow her to do it (release my fear). So I dropped my defences and the cleansing commenced. The only way I can think to describe it is that large filters were run across my heart (which seemed huge). The filters reminded me of, for example, a screen mesh colander pressed flat (like a frying pan spatter screen), but the mesh was much coarser, like a layer of nuts and bolts. My heart (my spirit heart) was combed through over and over by these various huge filters. And when I woke in the morning I felt fabulous, amazing, and cleaner.

WOW! that sounds amazing as always Alisa you have the most fantastic experiences!!! I guess she was cleaning you out for the new year "out with the old and in what the new!!!"

Hey, good point about it syncing up with the New Year. U R clever!

Another thing, too, the mother spirit, her essence in this instance, reminded me of you, OQ.