This Monday started off a little different from what I had planned. After a restless night filled with vivid dreams, tossing and turning,
I woke up feeling unusually exhausted. I had a full day ahead of me, but by mid-morning, my body begged me to listen. My muscles were sore, and I felt as though I’d been in a literal battle—a sensation not unfamiliar to me after certain dreams that seem to transport me to the spiritual world.
Today was one of those days.
Instead of fighting my body’s clear signals, I chose to rest. Sometimes, the best way to honor oneself is to listen and recharge. I surrendered to sleep, and when I woke up in the afternoon, the dream that I had now seemed hilarious in retrospect. Here’s what happened:
In the dream, I found myself at the center of an extraordinary event. A crowd had gathered—a large group of AmaZulu clan members singing outside what looked like a court or media briefing building. It turns out they were protesting my appointment as the trusted advisor to King Misuzulu kaZwelithini.
Yes, you read that right! Apparently, the King had just announced to the media that he had chosen me for the role because he trusted me and valued my spiritual gift. He believed that with me by his side, he would be safer, as I could foresee any ills or dangers planned against him before they could come to fruition.
After the King made his statement, he left the scene, leaving me to handle the media frenzy.
A reporter asked me how I felt about the protests, specifically pointing out that I wasn’t originally Zulu, which seemed to be the core of their grievance. I chuckled before responding: “I think the King has made a decision he believes is wise.
I believe that once the King has spoken, we must not question his authority. Therefore, I urge everyone who feels disgruntled to respect the King’s decision. Me not being Zulu does not mean anything. If the King sees me fit for the position, then let it be so.” With that, I walked away, leaving the crowd and the dream behind.
When I woke up, I immediately shared the dream with my mother, who burst out laughing. It felt so vivid yet so surreal. I also sent a voice note to my spiritual leader, eager to hear their perspective on the meaning of it all. Dreams like this are rarely random; they often carry symbolic messages or lessons.
Reflecting on the dream, and with my own interpretation. I think being chosen as the King’s advisor speaks to themes of recognition and responsibility. It may symbolize a growing sense of confidence in my abilities or the trust others place in me, whether in my personal or spiritual journey.
The tension around my “outsider” status highlights themes of belonging, identity, and acceptance. It’s a reminder that we’re not defined solely by where we come from, but by what we bring to the table.
I believe my composed reaction in the dream reflects a sense of inner calm and self-assurance. It reminds me to remain grounded and confident when faced with criticism or opposition in real life. Dreams like this often leave me physically and emotionally drained.
I’ve come to understand that my spiritual experiences can be intense, and rest is essential to recover and process them fully.
While the dream initially left me feeling special and tired, recounting it brought joy and laughter. It’s not every day you’re appointed as the trusted advisor to a Zulu King in the spiritual realm! It’s a reminder to not take ourselves too seriously, even when exploring profound themes.
I’m looking forward to hearing my spiritual leader’s interpretation. Dreams are often mirrors, reflecting both our inner world and the energies around us.
Whether it’s a message, a warning, or simply my subconscious weaving a story, I’m grateful for the experience.
Ndiyayicamagushela londawo. Chosi. Makubenjalo.
