THE VOICES I HEARD WHEN I GOT MY CALLING

This is a first: I have never talked about my experiences that encompassed my "Calling" as a Spiritual Healer. Many in my family have vociferous opinions, wondered and  speculated about my journeys into the my spiritual descent, affirmation, bonding, acceptance and  ascendance. A child of the Ancestors.

As a supposedly anointed 'child of the ancestors'' my journey of initiation into my Heal-Hood was a smooth transitional, traditional process that had only a few  hiccups, here and there - alike many who venture into their own Calling process, only to find that they've delved themselves into a tumultuous road of concussion, madness, and no returns. Mines, in comparison, was a smooth sailing ship across the ocean of purity. I was very lucky.

The voices I heard when I got my Calling, were a gradual manifestation of who I  am and will be in the coming life - a Spiritual Healer.

The voices started when I was very young, in fact they started as far back as when I was a toddler, manifesting in dreams, that turned me into a 'sleepwalker'.

In my dreams I was always in pursuit of a 'river maiden' that always called me to come play with her. She was light as snow and had white dress on and she was my age, but much clever and articulate than I was at that age. She always wanted to play. However, we always seem to lose each other in the daylight of night, and never really arrived to any particular playground or field, but she always wanted to play.

The 'river maiden' was accompanied by an older woman who manifested  as  'the mother' of the maiden. It was she, the mother that ended our playtime in my dreams, and  I  would then wakeup only to find myself a few meters away from my bedroom door.
At times an adult in the house would hear sounds in the night and come into my room, only to find me stand a talking to someone that isn't there - a young girl.

During breakfast, on Saturday or Sunday mornings  I got grilled about this girl, her origins, who was she, and when are they going to meet her. The problem was, she only lived in my dreams., and had lived there never since I could remember.

When I was in primary-school, my girl, the 'river maiden' appeared my dream at my grandparent's place in Katlehong and ask me to come out and play. Now, the problem here was that I had fallen asleep whilst everyone was still watching television, a while before bedtime, and everyone was surprised when my sleeping self stood up and walked into the yard, where all the renovation equipment was packed and started casing after an invisible person, laughing and pointing. Until my grandfather interrupted my play by waking me up with a stern voice of disapproval, of me playing in the yard  at night. My girl ran away, and I dreamingly pursued her, only to realise halfway during my pursuit that my grandfather was shout at me. I woke up! Turned and looked at my grandfather, turned and looked at my girl, who was surprisingly, still visible as she ran into the the daylight of night. She turned back and smiled at me, but I was by now in all tears and crying after her. My grandfather shout something that was lost in the darkness behind me. I looked at the  ground in front of me, that was still daylight of night. Half awake and half asleep, I fell hard, face-down into the concrete ground that become dark. And my girl was gone. My face was bruised for days.

She never come in my dreams after that occurrence, but in highschool I started hearing her and her mother calling my name at sporadic moments: at times when I was in the library, the girl will call me and i would go in the direction she was calling, and there i would find a very interesting book to read; at times the the mother would calling and I would change my direction, only find that I averted a life threatening situation.

And so began my Calling................

WORD TO THE  CALLING REVOLUTION

Linda Sakazi Thwala