Lightmum and the Flower

I am sitting on a cloud above the cloud line. Yes, there are clouds way up here too and it’s a lovely cloud. It’s a soft pink with a gold hue surrounding it. It’s a cloud that was made just for me and mum to hang out on. It’s reasonable you know, sometimes she comes to my pad and sometimes I go to hers, but now that she is a light being her needs for shelter are very different than mine still in the mortal human experience here on planet earth.

It’s the flower that I am holding that is really telling. The center of the flower is changing colours and as I stare into it I am transported to the worlds that we can now share in the cosmos and my transitional body that connects to my celestial body, my sphere of soul, that I am able to extract, rests comfortably here on this soft pink cloud with a gold hue surrounding it.

In the worlds that we go to we just fly in our spirit bodies. She knows some really beautiful star formations, nebulas, galaxies of incredible breath taking beauty. It’s no accident that we don’t need to breathe like we do on earth in a human body. I’m not sure the human body could take the shock of such phenomenal beauty and surely, if it could, it would never be the same after.

We turn the flower just slightly and the deep green takes us to a small village on a distant planet where there are other human looking beings that are all getting along marvelously together. They are very tall and skinny and their planet is tall and skinny too. They have lots of animals that seem to live right with them, the humanoids, and it’s nice to see a human family getting on alright. It’s possible.

We turn the flower again and a gold hue shines out like a laser and my eyes are mesmorised as I follow it to a high mountain type peak in a reach of the galaxy that has many scattered planets that look similar to islands. The color of the sky is a deep blue with swirling greens with gold sparkling stars and all of the island planets are turning very fast. There is a large planet off in the distance but this cluster of island planets doesn’t pay much attention. The Being that we are meeting with is another Light being. I want to call it a he but it may be a she and it’s obvious that gender identity has been long outgrown in these parts. For respect, ‘it’ just doesn’t cut it so we’ll call it Friend. Friend is one that doesn’t sit still. Friends’ lights are constantly changing while we are talking. We talk, using telepathy, not words. It’s much easier to communicate telepathically because, unlike words, you can’t lie telepathically. It is the language of ‘now’ and with no past and no future to hide in, or count on to make things right, you know you better get it right the first time. Friend is very fond of Lightmum and we all get along quite fine. Friend is teaching me about the planets and how he and mum met. It’s quite something how Lightmums colours change in response to Friends as we all talk. I’m very happy to see she’s made such a wonderful ‘Friend’.

We turn the flower and a deep purple brings us to a crossroads. There is a meeting going on with many beings that I have never met before. I am not welcome to participate in the meeting. I can only observe and listen. I am aware that there is an urgent matter and they are trying to agree as best they can. The sky here is strange. It’s almost like we’re in a ship or something and the sky is blocked. I am glad when the meeting is over. I don’t fully understand what I am seeing. I have a feeling that I will understand a lot more in the future.

Now Lightmum and I rest on the cloud. I turn the flower round and round and see just bits of colour and shapes and listen to her soothing voice caress my worries. I let her love me now. I trust her. She is still my mum, my Lightmum.