I opened my eyes and looked around. Where was I? My body felt different, lighter than usual. Surprised, I noticed that I was a shimmering indigo blue flame suspended in a vast world of brilliant white- gold light that extended endlessly in every direction. A soft melody imbued the entirety of this world. It reminded me of the whispering sound of gentle breeze in a forest of Ponderosa pines joined by a distant, uninterrupted humming of a flute.
The mesmerizing sound permeated the entirety of this world of pure light. Intrigued, I looked for the source of the melody yet couldn’t identify it. The sound was the world. It sustained it and everything within it was of light and sound.
I noticed glowing flames of different shapes and colors moving about in the distance; a humming sound arising from each one. The intonation was different and unique from one another.
Were these beings without bodies going about their daily business?
My light body also sent out a unique humming sound. “Maybe the beings of this world recognize one another by their individual sound signature and the color and brightness of their light demonstrates the level of wisdom and understanding they have reached as Souls in their endless unfolding towards greater and greater levels of beingness.” I remembered reading about it.
I observed the exquisite blending and intertwining of the sounds from the beings of Light and the melody of the world. Both seemed to sustain and enrich one another to the point that there was no distinction. It resulted in a forever expanding, breathtaking symphony.
Two exquisite, blinding white lights slowly approached me. A wave of love rushed through me burning red fire lava into the depths of my being. In an instant, the recognition of mySelf as Soul, a spark of Divine Love, returned and I immediately recognized them, my long time and beloved Spiritual teachers; trusted and loving companions in my personal journey throughout the infinite worlds of Light and Sound.
“I have a long ways to go before reaching their level of wisdom.” I thought as I compared my indigo light to theirs.”
“I want to learn to be just like them.”
Without much ado, one of them asked: “Are you ready?”
I nodded reluctantly. The recollection of what was about to happen struck me like a bolt of lightning sending a cold shiver through me.
“Come closer and take a look.” He prompted me.
A large oval shaped screen opened in front of us. A scene was unfolding as if watching a movie screen. A pregnant woman was being taken to a hospital. The baby was coming before completing the nine month development cycle. I noticed the concern on the mother’s face.
“That is your mother. She is about to give birth to you.” He continued. “I am going to show you some of the situations you will encounter and the lessons provided for your growth during this lifetime before you begin the journey.” His voice was calm and matter of fact. “As you know, you will not remember what I am about to show you after you incarnate. That is, your human self will not remember however, the real you, Soul will know and nudge you as to what is to come. You have the freedom to choose how to handle each lesson as they present themselves. You can choose to listen to Soul or to your egomind. As you know, if you follow Soul the unresolved karma you have accumulated during each lifetime will begin to unwind. However, if you follow your egomind you will accumulate more karma to be worked out at some point in time.”
A tight knot of apprehension grew inside me as I quietly observed the scenes unfolding quickly on the screen. In a matter of seconds the movie of my soon to be life came to an end. The opening dissolved leaving me in complete fear.
“Do I have to do this?” I ventured already knowing the answer. “Can I at least negotiate my gender? I would really like to be incarnated in a male body this time around.” I pleaded in a demanding way.
“You will have the body that best furthers Soul development. We have taken into consideration your most important past lives lessons and chosen the most appropriate vehicle for you to learn.” He replied calmly.
“Your time has come. You will be born now.” He concluded.
A humming sound arose from under me in a swirling fashion and a dark vortex opened up into a long winding down serpent-like tunnel. A sucking motion emerged from its depths. It grabbed me and devoured me into its darkness.
I was falling at light speed towards the worlds of matter. My body became denser the deeper I fell. A veil began to wrap around my consciousness, clouding my memory and recollection of mySelf. I watched as centuries of lives flashed past me as the descent into darkness continued inexorably.
“Please take me back! I don’t want to leave the Light and Sound World.” I pleaded/demanded.
Silence was the answer as the roller coaster ride down to the bottom of the worlds continued uninterrupted.
I realized that no amount of yelling, pleading or demanding was going to change my situation. Resigned to my fate, I braced for landing.
“Don’t forget to remember!” I shouted while my memory of Self became less and less.
“Don’t forget to remember who you are and where you are coming from!”
The turbulent descent came to a sudden stop. The surrounding space felt cold and dark. Vicious, diabolical beasts lurked between the folds of its darkness ready to pounce on unprotected preys to hold them captive and feast on their fears.
The minuscule, premature baby girl recoiled within herself closing her eyes tightly shut. A shudder of fear ran up the little spine making her body tremble. “I am all alone and helpless.”
After what seemed an eternity in a hostile environment, she sensed a friendly presence observing her from a distance. She gathered enough courage to take a look. Carefully and very slowly she opened her innocent newborn eyes and glanced sweetly into mine.
A smile of sudden recognition encircled her sweet face as her body began to relax. “Remember who you are.” I whispered. “Remember me.”
The four years old girl awakened. Yawning, she stretched out both arms and sat up; her back leaned against the head of the bed. Her hands stroked gently her still sleepy eyes as she collected her thoughts.
“Is that me? Am I Light?”
“Kery, it is time to get up and get ready for school.” My mom’s voice yelled from the room next door.
Mom rushed in to help me dress into my school clothes.
Reluctantly I got out of bed. My mind wasn’t in the room nor did I want to get ready and go to school; not after remembering the beautiful world of Light and Sound.
“What is the matter with you this morning?” mom asked while struggling to put the shoes onto my wiggly little feet.
“Mommy, who am I? Where do I come from?” I asked.
“What kind of questions are these? Did you have a bad dream? You are going to be late for school today and I am going to be late for work.” She hurried dismissing my questions.
“I am Light mom. You are too!” I shared in cheerful excitement.
“Stop talking nonsense. I have told you many times to stop talking about silly things.” She replied curtly.
Obediently, I stopped trying to tell her about the wonderful world we all come from and quickly finished getting dressed for school. With my mind still stuck on the vivid dream, I opened the door of my bedroom and stepped onto the small, circular entrance area to our home.
“I am going back Home, my true Home! This is what I want more than anything!” I promised mySelf that morning.
It was the Fall of 1960 when I had the dream recollection of my birth into the worlds of matter.
The Road Home 