After it was over, all I could see was light. All I could feel was light. All I could be was light.
She was pure love energy, radiant fascinating white, like staring directly into the center of a star without the sting. My eyes were closed.
I could make out just enough of her: the gentleness along the curve of her back as she knelt before me. The giant fluid outline of what could have been the perfect wings. Her hands held mine as my arms were spread open in meditation.
In one weightless, slender movement both of her thumbs slid down the length of the inside of my willing arms, elbow to wrist, opening me up. As the white of my skin parted into the white of her glow she poured cascades of endless light like tranquil liquid pools into me.
I let her fill me and I understood. We sat together for a while, silent, patient. Eventually all that existed was the light. There were no more lines bending over backs, or textured traces of what could have been wings, or silhouettes of heads bowing to one another.
No more division.
My energy was not apart from this being. She was not separate from me and we were no longer distinguishable from the Light. I couldn’t be certain if I called on her or she called on me, it didn’t matter.
After it was over all I could see was light. Inside of me, radiating out of her, through her, beyond us. There was no us. There was only light.
These kinds of visions come to me sometimes in meditation. Not often, but when they do, I remember them for a long, long time. They seem to come as visual messages. It’s as though I’ve asked the Divine a question without words (sometimes it’s hard to find the words, you know?) and so the answer comes without them, too.
I adore these messages. They are always about Light. Much the same as the black bird from my last visualization, these are some of the most powerful, peaceful, gorgeous revelations and they are always crystal clear in tone and intention.
Part of our mission as light-workers, as miracle-workers, is to take what we learn in Love and share it. To bring it forward for others to have something to relate to – to sink their spiritual claws into – along their own personal journeys.
Our stories become a way to heal each other.
I tell this story to get to the truth of its message which is this, my new favorite mantra:
You are so damn beautiful.
In order to get into the sacred practice of sharing my light, I begin everyday from this space where I fully surrender every fear I have of my own radiance. I willingly accept that I am completely beautiful because I am the energy of Love.
It might sound elementary or cliché (and man, hate cliché) but the ugly truth is that we have a really hard time believing this about ourselves. A really, really hard time. It’s hard because we are so programmed to equate beauty with bodies and we apply it like a shameful label: some are beautiful people, some are not.
Of course, this is bullshit of the highest order.
“Miracles are seen in light.
The body’s eyes do not perceive the light.
But I am not a body. What am I?”
*ACIM, Lesson 91
The beauty of you and I is not contained within our bodies. Beauty is not defined by our separation from each other and it is absolutely torn into shreds when we let ego deceive us into believing that it’s a scarce resource; that some have it and some don’t.
The true beauty we possess is pure energy, pure divine light. The only thing we truly have is the light of who we are as Love, as spiritual beings. Our beauty is our light, and our light is our greatest strength. It is the only gift we receive and it is the only gift we can ever wholly give.
Thich Nhat Hanh reminds us that the power of a mantra is not the words themselves but the mindfulness and deliberate concentrated energy we invoke when we recite them. He says, “A mantra is a magic formula” because the mindfulness is where the miracles are, the intention and focus is what allows the transformation to occur.
You are so damn beautiful.
Don’t just tell yourself this every day. Center yourself inside the energy of it.
This is the truth about you, beloved.
Do you feel me? THIS IS THE TRUTH ABOUT YOU.
It is not arrogance, it is not obscene, it is not delusion. It is not an empty affirmation of petty words strung together for kicks. You are so damn beautiful is the expression of your essence, your divinity and your eternal worthiness.
“What you think you are is a belief to be undone. But what you really are must be revealed to you. The belief you are a body calls for correction, being a mistake. The truth of what you are calls on the strength in you to bring your awareness what the mistake conceals.”
You are beautiful by sacred design. You are beautiful because of the Light that streams into you and vibrates from you by virtue of the Love you are. Believe in this before you do another thing, angel. Because waiting for the world to validate your beauty will leave you empty every time.
Your light is not up for judgment and it is not up for grabs.
Open up your arms, open up your heart, your mind, and your soul and let that light pour all through your veins until you remember that you radiate from the inside out.
Be accepting of this tremendous power. Let all resistance to this truth fall away and own the incredible strength of who you are.
When your fear of shining is over, all you will see is light. All you will feel is light.
All we can ever learn to be – for ourselves and for each other – is light.
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