“Who ever brought me here must take me Home”
Rumi
Resting upon the bed, asking those I know that hold me in a vision of Love to be with me now for a while. I want to address a particular issue with healing. I have already seen a past life of mine that was causal to the theme I want to bring healing to. That experience occurred a couple of days ago.
The names of those I call upon are those n the spiritual realms who have lived here in the Earth existence and no longer need to be here in body, but choose to be here close to our realm, as they bring the Light of True Being to our experience as we ask for it. These Friends are part of my “Team.”
I think that of past life that I had experienced the other day upon similar invocation of my “Team of Friends.” I am presumptuous. I think that I must return to that life to finish the self regression and therapy. I know my own prescribed protocol.
But my concept of where I must be now is softly dismissed.
Love comes, a Presence as fine as the sweetest violin soaring with a truly light fragrance of pink. A room opens, a very large room, as if in a large mosque or eastern temple. I see a very wide and higher half circle arch with a border of multicolor inlaid tiles of greens, soft red, yellows, and above are walls and ceiling that are vibrating softest yet strongest pink. My Friend and Teacher has taken me to a healing temple.
The Love that I am enveloped in sings of lightness of being and effortless healing. There is nothing to do on my part. I have already asked with sincere intention and with an assumption that something I need will come.
I bask in this presence as it fills up all of me. This seems as the highest form of love. Human love is left with the passion of caring and the pain of loss. The identity within myself of what was longed for in human love is now dissolved. This presence raises up all with total acceptance. This is the Love that is Home and has come to take us Home.
Selah