Dancing in the Light...

ALL THROUGH THAT PARTICULAR DAY had been a ‘shaking’ of all I knew; and then, asleep in bed that night, in what must have been the early hours of the morning, there was a kind of small ‘explosion’ in me, and I suddenly I found myself filled with delight and doing cartwheels of joy inside me; and, almost at once, I was moving up and up and up on a wide and brilliant beam of light, where angels were . . .

   DAY WAS JUST BEGINNING. Joyous from the womb of the dawn, the newborn skies first clothed in pale amethyst, then amber, jasper and gold sang as a young sun rose to conquer the whole expanse of the heavens and to welcome the arrival of a new Day. Very soon its robe of softest blue would spread out as a canopy, holding above for all, the promise of truth and comfort.

     On the earth a mist was rising from the ground. Like a floating bridal veil of purest white it was; brilliantly shining from the light and energy that was within it. Slowly moving along, and towards a wide glassy river, it was watering the ground as it drifted a little above it, and then beyond and away. In the air the music of Morning, silver sounds of life mingling with the songs of birds and the voice of trees, each living thing adding its melody to the welcoming of day, and in all the beauty the awakening of hope in a fulfilling of answers. Emerald deeps of love flowed through the whole valley and embraced and blessed the green-lit pleasant land.

     Beautiful living beings, which inhabited the arboreal realm, and bright angels, and people filled with jasper fiery light were everywhere. And in all the ‘dancing’ in the light, and in the music, such harmony as would make you cry. All pervading love, warmth and comfort filled the entire Valley; and in ‘running’ delight embraced everything there was.

     In the midst of the Valley and beside the glassy river – the river of life – were many fruit trees growing, all along its banks, and on both sides. Planted at the edge of the living river, these trees were trees of life, and so their fruit was new every month. The fruit, when it appeared looked like apples . . . magical ones, too . . . for no matter how many bites one took of them, they were never any less. This was because the life they gave was real, not an illusion of life: knowledge about life, but life itself, and so it was always replenished.

     And the life they gave was ‘back-to-front’ to us, as it took away shadows of knowledge to give us the life of it. And so no one ate of these trees who would not brave the ‘seeming darkness’ which was life!  I was shown this by the angels, when they said, the life of the name of the fruit:  “elppa” . . . or . . .  “helper” . . . the fruit of the trees of life beside the river of life . . . helped us, in life!

     So, too, the leaves of the trees; they helped in life, also. And the leaves were the writings which taught the way of life, which no one could read or write who would not embrace the light. The leaves could be found in books written by those whose names were written in the Lamb’s Book of Life. And the leaves of these books were as medicine, for the healing of hearts.

     All of a sudden, it was as if there was a small ‘explosion’ of bright light, with an ‘earthquake.’ (It was a little like, the first ‘explosion’ when I had first seen the Sky, and come into it . . . which was either many eons ago, or just a little while ago; I don’t know.)

     Perhaps it is impossible to describe . . . but I will try.  (And if my words come in a ‘different’ order, it is the order in which they are meant to be.)  I was in a tree, and the tree was in me! And the pages I in it wrote were emerald leaves hovering and dancing in the light in and about the tree which was in me and I in it. And the pages which were leaves went flying about and travelled far and wide although they were always ‘attached’ to the tree; and in some sense I could not understand, never left it. And . . . it was as if the tree had always been, and was always known, even before the beginning, although it was new every moment.

     After a timeless time I slowly became aware of the sky. Soon, all there was was sky; and it was beautiful, beyond description. Founded in the softest blue, it seemed that all I wanted to do was eat it!  To eat the blue sky? How funny! How can you eat the sky? But that’s how I felt. That’s what I found I was trying to do!

     In fact I wanted to ‘eat’ everything there! Perhaps it was knowing I was a part of it all. And, most of all that I belonged in it all, or that it all belonged in me . . . even crazier, I suppose! But so full of love and joy and delight it was, all the Land was irresistible to me! And I could not help but dance and move about on tiptoes which were always leaving the ground, for a lifting rising was in me and everywhere, and in everything: life as light as a feather and buoyant as a helium balloon on a sunny day!

     Then suddenly there was one of the ‘apples’ in my hand, from one of the trees of life beside the River of Life. I was holding it in before me and looking at it closely. It was truly beautiful. And so I found it exquisitely shaped and formed. And it was of many merging, changing, transparent colours; all the colours of the rainbow and many more besides which I had never seen before! And as I continued to gaze at it, accepting it, loving it: so shining did it become, it was as if it was a globe of fire. In it was LIFE.

     And just as I had wanted to eat the Sky when I really saw it, it was the same with this amazing ‘fruit of LIFE’ when I wanted to eat it: all at once it was in me – all infused inside me – and in my hand it became as a bird that flew up from my hand high into the air! And as it was with the bird I found I was moving and dancing above the earth even higher in joy and delight! Something had fallen from me when I ‘ate’ the helper-apple . . . like a layer of skin, or a discarded cloak . . . and I was freer and lighter . . . moving onward and further through the shining bright light through the centre of the garden in the midst of this beautiful valley.

     And I knew I was loved; and the feeling of that love grew and grew; and I was comforted above and beyond all I had ever suffered.

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