ANCESTORS: My calling to become a white sangoma
MANY moons ago was my old man’s 60th birthday bash. We had set up a large screen to display the opening game of the Soccer World Cup – Bafana Bafana vs. Mexico. The game was intense but the party was terrific!
I had wondered off around the side of the house where we have a large swimming pool sitting in icy silence. All that could be heard was the festive sounds of laughter, bonfires and friendly chit chat. I somehow managed to fall into the frozen waters of our swimming pool with a silent splash. I was drowning in the pool’s icy clutches and honestly thought I was going to die.
I inhaled a few liters of chlorinated water before I lost the last of my breathe to what was to become my watery grave; but just then, a huge hand lifted me out of the water and I found myself sitting safely on a cloud … talking to God.
God told me that it was not my time to die and that I still had much to do with my life on Earth. He explained that there were people I would meet along my journey who needed my help. God further explained I still had much to offer in the way of helping others on Earth.
I was placed back on the soil with an incredible gift. God had blessed me with perfect health and clarity of mind. I could never get sick or mentality side-tracked. This was to aid my purpose of helping my fellow human beings.
This was the dream I had about a week after my dad’s party. After recounting the dream to my fluent Zulu-speaking girlfriend, she told me that this is a very common theme in Zulu culture – a dream interpreted as a calling from the ancestors for me to become a sangoma!
I have always had an interest in dream analysis but never thought that my dreams would cross cultures. I have no immediate plans to become a sangoma anytime soon, but I certainly found this God dream quite interesting.
Anyone ever had a similar dream?