Sweet Dreams – My First Experience in a John of God Crystal Bed

Just yesterday, I drove 40 minutes to lay down on a bed for 20 minutes.

40 minutes there, 40 minutes back – all for 20 minutes of lying down. The bed rest was recommended by my most-amazing homeopathic doctor, who had recommended and I had done, a lot stranger things.

See, this was a special bed. Actually no – the bed itself wasn’t special. It was what hovered over it that was special. It is called a John of God Crystal Bed.

John of God is a very special person. I should say, a very controversial person as well. He’s been responsible for the healing of many. But his methods are…well, let’s just say they are unconventional.

Holding judgments and opinions aside, I am a believer in spiritual healing. I believe in the power of energy work and more impressively, the power of the mind. So I willingly, daresay enthusiastically, was ready to engage in this new experience.

Dressed all in white, as per the instructions, when I arrived, pictures of Jesus, John of God, and angels decorated the walls in pleasant wooden frames. Meditation music was softly playing.

Prior to arriving, I had done ZERO research as to what a crystal bed was. I didn’t even know I would be using a John of God crystal bed (in case there are others out there). I honestly thought I was going to be lying down on a geode, hopefully that was bizarrely soft and magically warm.

This was not the case. The bed was more-or-less a small, one-person cot. But hanging over the bed, parallel to the length of it, was a crane of crystals. Once I was comfortable, the lights were switched – the overhead light turned off and the colored crystals began to lite up. The crystals appeared to turn on and off in a pattern, one I confess that I didn’t bother to note because I wanted to meditate, rather than count, during my sacred 20 minutes.

I should digress one lit-crystal-second to tell you that the bed was recommended to help me stop having recently-onset, really bizarre, nightly nightmares. So while I was there, I thanked John of God, and his people (for lack of a better word for how to describe them) for helping to heal me. I ran through the things I am grateful for, and generally tried to clear my mind, which usually feels more like a constant one-sided conversation telling my mind to shut up.

Then without notice, or warning, or expectation, at some point in time seemingly towards to the end of my session, my body jolted so fiercely that my head, neck, and shoulders rose up and collapsed back down on the bed. It was a jolt, not a shake. It was levitational, not accidental. I can’t really explain it other than it felt something or something abruptly left my body (I know…it sounds weird).

Immediately afterwards I felt a sense of relief and peace. There was a constriction in my chest that was noticeably, welcomingly missing. I gave thanks, and then the door opened and it was over.

I was in the bed for 40 minutes. While I knew I was going to be late for carpool, I was unusually calm.

I honestly don’t know what happened in there. I’m not sure I will ever know. But what I can say is that 🎤 Sweet Dreams are Made of This…💎💎💎💎

I slept like a baby last night, with nary a nightmare.

With loving gratitudes,