I had a dream that I was standing in the grass behind a great Victorian style mansion with a woman who healed animals. It was a gusty and cloudy day. The sky was full of birds soaring through a web of branches and wind, and she could just reach out her hand and catch a bird.
She held them and turned them over lovingly, inspecting their stomachs and legs and wings for wounds or diseases. As she touched their infirmities with her beautiful graceful hands, they were instantly healed. Then she opened her hands and released them.
She also attended to a small sick kitten, feeding it green grapes as part of its healing. I knew something spiritual was happening, because a predator was eating fruit.
Isaiah the prophet wrote of how “there would be no hurt or harm” in the Holy Mountain, and I can’t help but notice there seem to be more animals than humans there, and more children than adults:
The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together; and a little child shall lead them. The cow and the bear shall graze; their young shall lie down together; and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. The nursing child shall play over the hole of the cobra, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the adder’s den. They shall not hurt or destroy in all my holy mountain; for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD as the waters cover the sea. (Isaiah 11:6-9)
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