Out of Darkness into Light

One night, I went to bed feeling unusually sad and depressed; so much so that I started to cry without knowing why. I fell asleep and I began to dream that I was with my deceased grandmother. I was seated at a dining table and she served me something to eat that was like a dessert. It was very sweet and I kept thinking I wasn't going to be able to finish it. I didn't want to offend her and when she asked me if l liked it, said, "Oh yes, it's delicious." She smiled and was pleased. Then she told me it was time I had a master teacher and that she had selected one for me. She herself couldn't stay, but my teacher, whom she called "Yaffo," would stay with me always. She kept repeating and repeating the name and stressing that I had to remember the name because I should call on him whenever I needed help. I was very upset because she was leaving. She told me not to cry and to remember the name "Yaffo." Then, she was gone. I woke up repeating the name to myself. I carried this upset feeling for a couple of days, but soon realized I was being prepared for something else. I just didn't know what. This occurred during the time I was taking yoga and numerology and tarot classes. I continued with my work and my classes. Then, a couple of months later, I had another dream. It was as if I had been waiting for it. I saw myself asleep in bed, but yet I felt awake. My attention was being attracted to a movement above me to my right, to where the ceiling met the outer wall. Penetrating the wall was the most intense white light I had ever seen. I looked at it for as long as I could and then was forced to close my eyes because the light was blinding me. I knew this was a manifestation of God. I felt intense love and release and, simultaneously, a great fear of the power over me. The light covered me completely and intensified. Next I felt a hand pull off what I thought was some skin from my eyes and I heard 'a voice say, "Now you will be able to see." I was overwhelmed and so frightened I wouldn't open my eyes. Yet, I knew instinctively that no harm would come to me. When I awoke I felt a great sense of peace. As I think back on this incident, what stays with me is that in the nights that followed this dream, I would close my eyes in the darkness and laugh to myself because I was "seeing". At first I would see the entire bedroom as if it were daytime. Then, still awake, but with my eyes closed, I would see images and people. I enjoyed these interludes so much that I didn't realize how much it signified. Up to that point, I had been able to see only in a dream state. Now I was seeing while fully AWAKE. I’m embarrassed to say that, initially, I played with it and enjoyed myself tremendously with my new gift.