She hopes her awareness can stay on the Light – stay on that shining whiteness inside, especially when the urge emerges to best reflect it when she writes. But, even as she knows mere reflections always fail, she feels this is her mission. The real Light will not be copied in the mere instruments of time, for it is eternal and still.
But, she prays, while even in time let her gaze be There where inspiration is born, where every experience emerges to be, then not be, then be again.
Yes! Stay There. Bring glimpses of There into here, even while knowing words can only lightly express mere reflections of Light.
When staying with Light, she remembers how she becomes so beyond as to be only slightly touched by time while being taught by eternity. For a moment, she transforms. Then, time calls her back thirsty and yearning. But original Light, so indescribably brilliant, time can only hold its slightest reflection.
The Fall air is warm but she is shivering as she drinks coffee at a little round table outdoors – the one near the coffee shop’s flower-planted garden. The Light feels dim this morning. She reaches for the blue sweater she knew she would need and looks at the sun. “A great reflection” she thinks. Looking at the cup and its coffee guest, she sees the sun’s reflection in the shiny dark liquid – ah! a reflection’s reflection! Warmth slightly returns as her mind searches for translation of Light’s insights in the language of time.
She looks forward to this adventure – the adventure of planning words to say what words can’t say. She will be the reflection she already is. Words will flow like slender sunbeams to land where they must and nowhere else.
Recognizing the privilege of being an instrument of Light, she puts her cup down. Most of the here disappears in the wave of awe surrounding her. She dreams her role in life’s great play. What a drama it is. What interesting characters are on the stage, their shining armor of disguise gleaming on all sides. Is Act 3 upon us? What will be imagined into being? Where will the reflections of light focus? She knows the real Light lives beyond all reflection.
So what of Act 3? Are we past the climax and into resolution? Will there be a sudden delightful play of peace and love? Or, will there be another paused continuance of this same action film – an endless movie of good guys in light attire chased by bad guys wearing dark suits and stern faces, and victims crying?
She pauses to think. Hmmm – we love action movies where the good guys are being shot at and chased and narrowly escaping so many times that we wonder when it will end? The action is re-lived in memory long after the theatre is dark and closed. It does not end. We remain stuck in Act 2 for millennia. We wait for promised Act 3, and wait some more. But, we finally ask, who will bring Act 3?
The action drama continues–a bit changed. Will the dim reflections remain dim with only different stage sets and different costumes?
Or will there be an Act 3 – a proper denouement and triumph?
Triumph! She thinks again and picks up her cup,. The air is warm like coffee. The warmth flows into her. A vision comes. She sees Act 3 created by the ones who dream a new world play.
These unknown light-reflections shine bright but dimness cannot see them. Not yet. They walk around us daily with another movie reel playing within. Looking out on the same world as others, they see it not the same.
They see the chaos, They see the confusion. They see the fear. But, they see more. They see potential. They see Light. They see the eyes of even the reviled ones longing for acceptance, for peace, for rest finally. This more they see gives them certainty of a coming Act 3 and long-awaited relief.
But, the Act 3 they see is also an action movie – a hero’s journey with a lot of chasing. In this case, everyone is the good guy. But the chase is on. They chase wisdom, they chase love, they chase excitement, they chase light. They chase the few reviled ones to soothe them out of their aloneness, their fear, and wait for anxious eyes to brighten with gifts of hard-earned wisdom.
She sets down her drained cup and picks up her pen and notebook. Pondering the gifts from Light received on a warm fall morning, she begins to form words for insights so far beyond words.
But Light is insistent and she has learned. A reflection must reflect.
The reflecting words will flow out – slender sunbeams to land where they must.
And nowhere else.
P.S. This post was inspired by my recent introduction to the remarkable mystic, writer, sculptor, artist, business man, and scientist, Walter Russell. In reading one of his books, The Secret of Light, I enter into the deepness of his insights and find jewels never encountered before. I’ve read over 300 spiritual books and this one is unique. After first reading his biography, The Man Who Tapped the Secrets of the Universe, by Glenn Clark, I wanted more.
Janice,
A beautifully written, insightful post on the many facets of lightwork and a reminder that we are all Beings of Light. Even “the few reviled ones.” Soothing ourselves first, and and then them out of their aloneness and fear is the real work for all of us. Act 3 is being written. Let it be written with “slender sunbeams.”
Thank you, Rebecca. Yes Act 3 is being written – by us all. May it be the love one. I think it will!