“It has been foretold that a new world will emerge on the physical-etheric plane of Earth. The primary substance of the etheric plane is light. The light of the soul, suffused with the light of the spiritual realm, will be a dynamic factor in the life of the New Earth.” (See ‘New Earth’ also New Era/New World) http://atreeoflight.org/Glossary
I think that was the light I saw as a child when I walked under the trees. It’s hard to say which came first, seeing or feeling it, but I can tell you what I felt when I saw it.
It was helpful that my eyes suddenly went bad that summer I was 10, in my 11th year since 11 is a gateway. It also helped that it wouldn’t be noticed until I went back to school in the fall and couldn’t read the blackboard because then I had to get glasses. Ideally it should happen before you’re aware you’re not seeing properly and can marvel at what you Are seeing.
Like the light moving through the leaves when you walk under the trees on a bright sunny day and look up and see the leaves have turned black. They’re a bit blurry of course, being that your eyesight has changed, but you don’t know that yet. You’re just thinking how lovely it all is with the leaves wafting in the breeze, creating a light-show above, a fluttering light show of light-dark, light-dark in different patterns (with indistinct borders so that all you notice is a fluttering movement of light-dark, light-dark) as you keep walking under the trees, taking it all in with delight. Then you go back to school and have to wear glasses but not all of the time. There is still this other world where you saw a pattern of light above. Where objects and people not only far away but in the near distance blur together and lose those lines that normally separate them.
Then some years later (my 22nd year: 11:11) when I had the unbelievable luck to hear the music of light-dark, light-dark while watching a movie called “The Music Lovers” about a composer, the lines between seeing-feeling and hearing-feeling blurred together too. The music was dizzyingly beautiful and when the camera looked up to show the light coming through the leaves, it spun around so you could feel the spin as the movement turned the light into a dance to the music rising and falling, going faster and faster until it reached a crescendo of unimaginable beauty. And all the while the light was coming through the trees, the horses were galloping, breathing heavily as they pounded the earth. And the people were ecstatic with the movement of the light and the sound it made as the light that moved through the music moved through Them. And as it moved through Them it moved through You as you sat in the dark watching and listening and feeling it all.
When you get home you can put on the record you bought of the soundtrack on your way out of the movie theater to preserve the memory. You can light a candle and play the music and dance to what you’ve seen on the screen so that you’ll remember it in your body as well as your mind. The movement of light with the sound of it too, and how it all came together in a delirium of joy you felt in your bones. You can’t hold onto it. You can’t hold it in. But you can dance. It’s a dance.
Nancy Wait 