Return of the Light
Eyes closed
When I go to bed, I lay still and close my eyes, observing everything that is moving through me: thoughts, energies, visions…and colors. The colors seem to present themselves in all kinds of shapes. As soon as I even slightly consider to take a shape for what I think it is, it shifts and changes.
It dawns on me that the Colors don’t define their shape themselves. They simply dance, the Dance of the Colors.
Emanations of Light
I don’t think the colors mind my thoughts, they are just being who they are. Emanations of Light who are teaching me their dance and to not attach myself to their shapes. They are teaching me my true nature is not a fixed shape either. That it’s simply continuously moving, changing, dancing. Although dancing might be too strong of a word to describe the process because it could imply a certain goal, direction or intention. Their dance is free of all that.
Opening up
Sometimes a color’s shape opens up as soon as I direct my attention to it. It’s not really changing shape then, it is rather entirely shifting from one dimension to another. Just like a field opening up, drawing me in and showing me its vastness. When this happens I can taste the color, hear it, sing its song, feel it in my stomach, in my lungs and on my skin, sense how it interacts with my cells and how it makes my cells move to the frequency of its vibration.
Opening up
Sometimes a color’s shape opens up as soon as I direct my attention to it. It’s not really changing shape then, it is rather entirely shifting from one dimension to another. Just like a field opening up, drawing me in and showing me its vastness. When this happens I can taste the color, hear it, sing its song, feel it in my stomach, in my lungs and on my skin, sense how it interacts with my cells and how it makes my cells move to the frequency of its vibration.
There is only Light
Then, as if each color has a consciousness of their own (oh, drop the ‘as if’, it does!) they change their hue, their saturation or even shape shift into an entirely different color altogether. It’s intense to experience such a journey. The more I give myself to it, the more blinded I get. In the end, there are no more colors, only light. Pure, bright all encompassing, ever expanding and ever compressing, loving Light.The return of the Light is such a delight and it is happening every single present moment. Even when it’s pitch dark. Especially then.
Frouke
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