An Unusual Labyrinth?


The Labyrinth of Light



I dreamt last night of a world I did not want to leave. “Hold me back,” I told my companions, lest I fly up into the wonderous sky above.  At that moment I was watching the dance of clouds as they morphed into fairytale forms, yet what was below was as magical as what was above. A child’s playhouse of wonderment and joy. I have dreamed these landscapes before. I have even traveled them in visions only to return to the density of a reality that seems, on the surface, false and formed through the deliberate hands of ego-driven might. By hands shaped by the individual quest for greed.

My soul has not forgotten the true magic of Life. Of untempered Joy. Every so often, it returns me to that state to bring back hope and also Truth. I have walked the broken lands that still hold magic for those who wish to see and feel it. Through the deepest depths of a despair that is not just mine, I have felt the ever-present stirring of Light.

We all walk the landscape of magic, whether we are aware of it or not. At each moment we can choose whether to become the trapped victim of fear fed by that greedy hand lusting for power and dominance, or we can find that ever-present state where the river of Life flows to the frequency of Light.

Here is where the inner-child resides, waiting to dance to Truth. We call her the inner-child because she holds the key to Life. She never forgets the “child-like” state of wonder that is the magic of all existence. The embodiment of true Joy, she resides in all of us. Tuned to her frequency, the world around her shifts to match the rhythm of her dance.

For so many of us, including those who are not yet adults, the inner-child is already lost in a long-forgotten place. We may know she is there. Sometimes we may even feel her inner core of light, but we have forgotten who to get to her. It is as though we reside in a labyrinth that takes on a maze-like form because the light within us is filled with broken lines created by pain and fear. These shadow lands impede the natural flow of light, which is that magical life force energy that vibrates to Truth. To Joy. To Love.

As one well-intended individual has pointed out, the labyrinth that appears in my first book in the Warriors of Light series does not resemble the labyrinths seen throughout ancient cultures, and which is now used in “New-Age” healing modalities. The labyrinth I chose, or rather chose me, is a maze of lines that unite the above with the below. Those who are familiar with esoteric teachings will recognize it as the mystical hexagram, the Star of David, or the Merkabah . Its origin predates religion and division. Two triangles overlapping in union, connecting the above with the below in perfect harmony. The true self, that “inner-child,” can be found always at the center. The seat of the soul. Of Truth. Of Light. Un-changing. There can be many individual journeys to get there, but we all, eventually arrive at the same place.

The book will be out soon…I had a minor glitch in formatting, a glitch which is turning into a gift to allow a more beautiful expression of the book and the vision that is being held to assist and support children young and old reconnect with the inner-child of Truth.


Bodies of Light

While I was searching Alex Gray’s website for an image of the light body, this quote appeared on the page:

“You can never be lost. When have you ever been apart from me? You can never depart and never return. For we are continuous, indistinguishable.”

Sometimes we get what we are looking for in another form. These words perfectly describe the image I was searching for.

It is so easy to separate ourselves inside the space of the body where the ego likes to hold reign. This is how we have learned to live our recent history. Yet, if we stretch our minds back to early “history,” to the place of pre-history in particular, we find union. There is no other, there is only one.

It is easy to go back. It is easy to return to that space of infinite harmony. It is the space where our light-bodies are allowed to mingle with the divine. We can find this light in that quiet space of self when we open to the energy around us, but perhaps more profoundly, we can find it when we merge our light bodies with other beings.

During a shamanic workshop this past weekend, I experienced the space of infinite oneness with another human being. Together, as we wrapped our light bodies around each other, and stepped into the space in-between two selves, we became for a few sacred moments the space of light. The place beyond words.

It is a feeling I can best describe as the coming home of the soul. To know that we can enter this space at anytime, without shedding our physical bodies through the act of death, is a knowledge, or remembering I wish for all beings to return to. For when we truly experience that union, that eternal oneness, we come to accept that there is no lasting “other.”