(Sunday, February 15, 2026)
I finished reading Edgar Cayce’s biography yesterday afternoon. Early this morning, maybe around four o’clock a.m., I dreamt of a very simple white hospital bed, similar to those used to transfer patients from the ER to surgery. In the dream I knew it was Cayce’s, although in reality he would lie flat on a couch before he fell asleep to do his readings. This bed was tilted very slightly towards me. Not completely flat.
At first I assumed I had this dream because I just finished “There is a River.” But since I contacted my Mayo neurologist for a second time yesterday, through the portal, the dream may be about getting trained soon to use the electrical device. I hope that is the message. I have been waiting a long time to try Cayce’s treatment.
Day notes:
Quite often lately I have the sensation that Edgar visits me in my dreams, even though I never have a vision of his past physical body. He is unseen, a telepathic spiritual guide.