A Little Light Work
A basic, essential light illuminates our outer and inner world. Being in the light enables us to be, and feel, visible, connected with ourselves and others. When the light of our source enters the mind it enlivens us; this wonderful natural force lifts burdens, igniting new life in our hearts and minds, inspiring creativity, joy and healing.
The light innate in our fundamental nature is as vital for life as is sunlight for the planet. By interacting with each other from a centred, loving place we become more of the light we are and, in turn, become fruitful beings; uplifting, helpful, productive employees of the universe. ‘Lightworkers.’
Sally Asher
Spell to Bring Light
Morning star shine on me
Sun warm me
Clouds enthral me
Sky turn blue at noon
Wind be warm
Blackbird sing
Apple of my eye dance
Tree of Oak strengthen
Lilac bloom
And you return to me.
Lisa Galdal
Light and Colour
We all work with light every day, some of us consciously, many of us unconsciously.
When you put light through a prism it separates into a rainbow of myriad colours. Colour cannot exist without light, and light is a nutrient that is vital for life; without light there is no life.
We wear colour, add colour to our homes, we eat it and drink it. Water is liquid light and our body is made up of 80% water, so drinking plenty will balance and bring calm to the systems.
We absorb colour through the eyes, skin and the aura, an energetic protective layer extending from our physical body – the weather vane of the soul – revealing the inner truth of the person. As a healer I look to the aura as a status report on the body, mind and spirit. Vibrant, clear and pure colours are a sign of health; dull, faint colours lacking brilliance indicate poor health. Colours support us towards spiritual wellbeing and self-awareness; Spirit (blue) is the life, mind (yellow) is the builder, and the physical (red) is the result.
Colour is all around us and is absolutely free; walk in the countryside to absorb the balancing energies of green. When the sun shines we feel joy. A red sunset will awaken an enthusiasm for life. Meditating on a clear blue sky may bring about a remembrance of our soul's essence. Light to the soul is as great a necessity as air and water is to the body.
Lyn Harvey
A Bridge of Rainbow Light
I am a Reiki Practitioner living in Spain and have the privilege of working as a volunteer at the local Hospice, Cudeca on the Costa del Sol.
It is such a blessing to be able to spend precious time with these terminally ill patients, often sharing their last few weeks, days or even hours.
They are not seeking miracles – simply what I call ‘the loving touch’ – the warmth of a handclasp, the gentle stroking of a troubled brow, the unspoken words conveying such a depth of love to the soul. Their gratitude expressed so often by a smile, a hug, a tear drop. This touches the very core of my being and I thank Divine Source and the Angels for the opportunity to be a channel through which Unconditional Love can flow in a stream of living light. Sometimes I cannot communicate with words, lacking the vocabulary of a language foreign to me; but the language of Unconditional Love is universal and this is all that is necessary. Soul communicating with soul, crossing a rainbow bridge of light.
Susan M Rodriguez
Angel of the Holy Breath
One evening I was doing my ironing alone in my sitting room. The television was off and I was enjoying the peace and quiet. Slowly, I became aware of 'something' in the room and felt drawn to the light on the ceiling. It has a red shade and just above it I saw a collection of the most intense colour of blue. It was like a large ball of string and was moving in and out of itself. I had a wonderful feeling of love and could not take my eyes off the beautiful blue colour. After a short time the colour stretched out then slowly disappeared. I called out for it to come back but, sadly, it did not. The feeling I had was intense and powerful. I tried all sorts of combinations with my lamps to see if it was some sort of reflection but I could not recreate what I had seen. Sometime later I had a reading with a clairvoyant and told him about my experience. He told me an angel of the holy breath had come to me and the ball of blue was to do with my father and my father is often with me, guiding me. I have never known my father – I don't even know his name – he is on the other side now and although I never knew him I am comforted to know he is with me and walks beside me.
Dolly Robertson
Emerald Light
Drops of sunlight fall and fade
soak into the green
meet the rain already streaming
in soft veins.
Beside and yet beyond us
veiled in its own mystery
magic shimmers, endlessly,
unseen. New leaves splash
their emerald light upon our senses.
How our minds resist the truth
that lives within its very form
and permeates each level
of our flimsy, frail existence.
Still our lives strive to resist
the alchemy of sun and rain.
We cling to scorched and withered stems
and wonder why we cannot shake
our scorched and withered leaves.
Our senses dulled in drying shades of brown
we suffocate our emerald light
and fail to see the beauty
of new leaves.
Christala Rosina
The Lighthouse Keeper
I am not my body. There are three components that make up the real me. The lighthouse is my body. The light is within and my personality is the keeper of the light. I visualise myself as an ordinary fellow, chubby, wearing a flat cap, with many faults and prejudices, so it would be impossible to have illusions about myself. My life's work is to keep the light burning.
There are many times when I am careless and I fall down on the job. The light then flickers and grows dim. Then I rush upstairs and polish the lenses. It is a lonely job, for although there are many other lighthouses, the keepers are essentially on their own, shining their lights in different degrees. It is a job for life. Some fall down on the job and the light is a mere spark.
We must carry these lighthouses about each day and they can be cumbersome things needing regular maintenance, and we can only see through narrow slits so we don't always get the complete picture. Some days when it's cold and damp and the light is not shining as it should, we long for term time, but it's no use if the light wasn't the brightest, and we left our post with unfinished business and our references were poor. It's the most important job to be keeper of the light.
Sylvia Readman
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