On August 15, 2013, I had a dream.
My name is AYANA. I am on a pilgrimage, devoted to the Divine, and I arrive at a remote place. In my hands, I hold a certificate bearing a blue face with closed eyes, embroidered in stitches. As I explore, I encounter a monkey and a sparrow with two baby chicks on its belly—both are human-sized. I watch them curiously. The monkey transforms into an old man, who looks at me and says, ‘I have heard of a Vietnamese girl who has been wandering around this place.’ I cry with joy, and he says he understands. ‘Only a small handful come this far,’ he adds. They are searching for a princess for their village….
Ayana is an ancient Sanskrit word meaning ‘going, walking, road, path, or way.’
In the waking dream technique, holding the certificate in my hands feels like an achievement—an accomplishment. I realised that the blue face with closed eyes symbolised the Divine. The embroidered face reminded me of my mandala, which I stitched during my Healing course in 2009.