Into the Column of Light

Something in us says “Thank you.” Is the voice from ourselves, or is it part of the wave? It doesn’t matter. It feels like a blessing, a relief, a cessation of tension, a dropping of the shoulders.

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I invite you to step with me into a column of light – if you’d like to say “an imaginary column of light” that’ll do just as well – serving as an axis on which our planet spins. This column of light is so bright, we cannot open our eyes while we are inside it, even with sunglasses.

(If you want to really let go and be guided through this, give your eyes a break and just listen.)

So we take a few steps back, and a few steps more, until it feels safe to open our eyes. So we do, and may have to shield our eyes as we perhaps take a few more steps back. This light is brilliance.

Now we find ourselves standing on – maybe even floating above – whatever serves as the ground or the floor in this imaginary place, and we notice that we are part of a throng of silent watchers, all peering into the column of light. The throng is at least ten people deep. We’re all fixed on this shimmering luminosity that fills our vision.

There is a faint vibration – a slow wave of relaxing warmth that flows toward and through us from the light. Something in us says “Thank you.” Is the voice from ourselves, or is it part of the wave? It doesn’t matter. It feels like a blessing, a relief, a cessation of tension, a dropping of the shoulders.

We now see that from the column of light, extensions of light extend all around it like long, slender bridges. If we stretch our arms and hands toward the light, we can almost touch these bridges. Somewhere in our bodies there is an answering reaching out, a part of ourselves coming forward to meet and embrace this light, to give and receive a healing welcome. It feels like coming home.

As we tingle with a resonance of communication with the light, we feel or hear a question either coming to us or flowing out from us, or perhaps it is an answer to an unanswered question that is coming into us with clarity, and we think, “Of course!’ or “Really?” or….

Notice your question, or the answer that came into you. Hold it with appreciation. This is part of your authentic wisdom, for you to use, or simply to note. You have no obligation to do anything with it. You can enfold yourself with your light-infused arms and slowly, gently withdraw into solitude, a blessed and blessing being.

Or, if you would like to see how you can weave what has become part of you in this moment into an aggregate strength in the quiet, receiving throng around you, turn around now, away from the column of light. Notice that there is a pattern of beams of light through the assembly. Allow yourself to become aware of a resonance in some part of those around you, whether close or very far away. Move, if only in your mind, toward that resonance. Notice how you become aware of any changes in yourself as you approach that resonance.

Enjoy the fluctuations of light, warmth, sound, sense of place, or even memory, or anything and everything else as you move.

You may find yourself melding with the resonance, so that you feel you have joined with another being. You are still yourself. You still have the ability to separate, to instantly find yourself where you started, or even clear of this imaginary place completely.

And you also have the ability to dwell in this harmony of being as long as you like, and to store in within yourself in a way that you can revisit it any time you like.

When you feel yourself moving away from this moment, see if there is a part of you that remains in the other’s beam of light, and notice if and how you have taken in some of the other’s essence into yourself.

When you notice that you are completely separate from the central axis of light, breathe quietly, finding a word, a phrase, an image, a sound or a feeling that you can carry back with you into your everyday world. Let this word, a phrase, image, sound or feeling be a touchstone you carry with you. Bring it into your awareness when you need a moment of peace, a cessation from worry, or a brief visit home.

Author: Leiah Bowden

I was born and raised in Schenectady, NY. Lived in New York City for three years to see what kind of grown up I was, traveled around the world, and moved back to Schenectady, where I lived for the next 44 years. I stayed because Mom was still here, on the planet, in this small city where she had lived all her life. When I was 60, she told me I should leave, because she knew I'd wanted to go someplace where the intuitive work I did would make sense to more than a few people, and the yearning I had to be among my kind -- wherever that might be -- would find release. I stayed because I preferred to stay rather than go and then have to come back when she would eventually need me. She died in 2010. My only child became a father in 2012. I retired, put my house on the market to live near my beloveds and be an active Nana and once more, an active mother to my grown-up son and his wife. When the house finally sold in the summer of 2015, I said a tearful goodbye to my close friends of more than 40 years and drove West. I felt nervous and excited and free and extremely, gratefully, privileged to be able to live this fabulous life. And now I am in love with my new community, am welcomed by new friends, and set myself to the task of being not only Nana, but my self, my Self: artist, writer, she who raises arms and heart and mind and opens as completely as possible to the divine

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