I saw a pure light. I heard a stark silence. The silence spoke thought the movement of formless rhythms. Lights could be seen dancing in prismatic frictions of peaceful notions. A communion of souls searching for one. Souls searching for everything that could be found within the network of light. The connection of energy like a scope of entirety. The dancing lights held hands all together. Individual rays all in synchronised synthesis, painting a message in volumes of patterned wavelengths.
A friction of energy, feeding and being fed. A vital source of relativity, pushing and pulling, attracting and repelling, was the counteraction that caused the domino effect to rain bows of bouncing light off mirrored walls in a prismatic labyrinth. A maze, Amazing, A muse, Amusing, the cycle of life and death. Energy being produced and processed and projected and provided for the release into the other realm, just as the energy being programmed was coming forth from the other realm. The task to let go and hold on all at once as one. The motion was joy and pain all together as one at once. Recognising the common bond of equality and family and unity and peace.
It was the fullness of grace in the world of light, coloured of the rainbow. it was the memory of life in the truth of the eternal source of energy. The immortal invincible eternal light and life and love is pure energy and the goodness of a vital truth. Near the great source of White Light, the soul prism was kept safe and warm and protected in the rejuvenation of the infallible strength. Without physical ears to hear, the music of the white light could be felt, and it was the composition of the order of ALL. Without the need to breathe, there was the fluidity of air that was constant and consistently flowing and floating and flowering with rhythmic value.
In the network of divine energy, where there is no physical premise, the connection to the truth is boundless, without walls or boundaries. Interconnected and entangled in the web of hope, the purpose of the source of light and the scope of prism is the promise of continuation. It is the evolution and the revolution of time and space, governed by the force of light that supplies the darkness with hope. The light awaits the time for it to implant its essence into the darkness. I was its essence, and I knew when it was my time to go. The temporary basis, my duty as a child of the light was to be the light of the world and to live within the darkness. We all know. This is the purpose of the light, and we are called to service in the will of the Source that exists to serve the Body, in love.
We hold hands as we dance to the music of the light, as bows of colours, we soar free and beautifully, perfectly so, untainted and in pure goodness. We've all seen the darkness before, as we come and go in this circle of life. We hold hands and never let go, even in the darkness, they never let go of my hands. There I was, being implanted in this darkness that seemed to be so far from home where all of my brothers and sisters lived in freedom of the pure light of life. I had been born into the world, and, although the world embraced me, I begged them never to let go. I refused to open my eyes, I refused to pull away. I never let go of the truth. I am not of this world, but I am in this world.
Hold on to the connection of light and pure energy, for with it your eyes can be opened to see and to know all things. In physical form, the light shines through to illumine the darkness of the mind, and you are aware. I am aware of the lights of the angels in heaven, and the light of the source that is God. I am aware of this presence within me, and in all things, I know that I am not alone, but connected to all things, and to something greater than the physical capacity of the limitations of this world. And through this awareness, I recognise the presence of my angels of light who hold hands with me, when I look out into this world of darkness. I recognise them, but they don't recognise me... they physical body that carries them is blinded by the darkness that they live within, and they have forgotten, They let go and pulled away. But we never let go. We never stop holding their hands. They just forgot who they are and where they come from. The darkness of their birth engulfed and swallowed them up, and they lost sight of the truth of their own perfect light.
Your soul speaks to me and I am aware of the voice that lives within you, and sometimes I wonder if you, too, are aware of the connection of our unity, or is it just me, and, do I continue to be alone in this 'god-forsaken' world. I am aware, and everything that ever existed is open to me and I can see with my eyes, and through my dreams, and visions, and hear with my ears, in communion with you, and the body of Christ. I cant be removed from it. I cant pretend that I don't know, because I do. But I keep this secret with me, and never speak a word of it, because they who do not know will not understand or accept this truth, as I've feared. In this cosmic balance of eternal energy and shared information of everything that is beyond common knowledge, I have seen the truth of all time.
