Sunday, January 04, 2009

Angelic Light Beams

For about two weeks in December, I saw flashes of bright white light once or twice a day. Sitting in a restaurant. Inside my apartment. Driving down the street. No particular place or time. Not linked to any particular thought pattern or mood. These flashes were brilliant, like when you get zapped for going through a red light in a camera-controlled intersection. Or like a flash of lightening, but parallel to the ground and anywhere from two to five feet from the earth.

I wondered if anyone else saw this, and so once I asked my son if he'd seen the flash just a moment before. No, he said.

I used to see beings of light all the time. While giving massages, I would see them around my table. I'd see their glimmering bodies in my living room and around my bed. I'd see them as great clouds of shimmering light and sometimes huge pillars of light while walking at night. I would smile at them and send them love, which would make them glow brighter still. But I have seen very little of these light beings during the past two years.

One day in December, however, a being appeared in my bedroom. I spoke to the being, thanking it for appearing to me, telling it I had missed seeing beautiful beings of light, and asking it to work with my body and bring healing energy into it. As always, I directed love at the being, and its shimmering intensified. I asked that all beings of light and love who are assisting me on my journey hear my request for healing. Soon after this, the flashes of bright white light began appearing.

The seond-to-last light beam I saw was on Christmas Day. A flash of white light across the street in front of the restaurant where my mother, my son, and I were having our holiday meal. And the last one was on Dec. 27 while waiting for my friend Jose.

I have missed these angelic visitations, and I am very open and accepting to such love manifesting before my eyes once again on a daily basis.

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Southern California, United States
Perhaps my friend Mark summed me up best when he called me "a mystical grammarian." I am quite a mix--otherworldly, ethereal and in touch with "the beyond," yet prone to being very precise and logical, when need be. Romantic in the big-canvas meaning of the word, I see the world as an adventure, as a love poem, as a realm of beauty and wonder.

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