whispered wind and cracked cement

 I remember a dream I had once years before I started energy work.  People stood in a line, straight, all turned the same direction as if in a haze.  They were following or listening or obeying someone or something.  Every person had some kind of formula that kept them in that trance.  Every person’s formula was tailored to keep them in the line.  Mine was denser than most other people’s.  

There was this fountain of water in the middle of somewhere that if you went to it and washed your hands in it, the formula would be removed.

I did it and some others did it.

One person I know refused to wash their hands in the water.  They would not put them in there even knowing what it would do, or at least watching others.

I woke up and thought this strange.  I pondered the dream because I felt it was a spiritual dream.

I believed the water at the time was Christ’s atonement and I’m hearing now it partly is.

I also have felt recently it refers to energy work.

This person that refused to put their hands in the water was someone who tried energy work for a time with me, said they know it helped them and their kids and then told me later that they would not do energy work again because of some of their feelings.  They refused to do it anymore.

This was just like my dream, ten years or so later.

I hadn’t put that connection together until years after they refused and I felt that it did refer to my dream.