Foreword: March 23, 2025
Hi all, welcome to The Light Congress.
I’m not going to waste your time with this new foreword. This is just a note to say I’m greatly concerned about how life is proceeding out there in the wide world.
What do we do about it? Do the best you can, wherever you are, with your talents and gifts. And be kind to one another.
On my end, I’ve started a new project called, “The Dark Congress”. We shall see where that leads.
But in the meantime, please enjoy The Light Congress: A Messenger’s Journal.
Thanks for reading. -Heidi
© 2025 Heidi Wiechert/The Light Congress
“Amor omnia vincit.” ― A magician’s motto, chosen when one begins the journey inwards.
Introduction
My journey began with a vision.
I saw a badger and a snake, fighting over an egg. They circled and spun, shadows dancing across my waking consciousness. Then the animals fought. The badger struck out with his claws and the snake with his fangs. The badger triumphed. He lifted the egg in his claws and swallowed it whole.
This happened in my mind’s eye again and again. I saw the badger and snake fighting in mirrors, windows, any surface that could reflect light.
At first, I sought Western medicine to heal my, as I saw it, broken mind. They gave me mood-altering medicine and the recurring vision of the badger and snake faded. I spent some time in a mental institution with others who saw a version of reality that existed only in their own minds and I came out of the experience terrified I was going insane.
I came to learn through my participation in the mental health care system that Western medicine, such as it was, had no answer for what was happening to me. What meaning, they opined through their obsession with the known and observable world, could be drawn from the fevered imaginings of a malfunctioning brain. I was repeatedly medicated or talked into silence and acceptance of the prevailing, nightmarish, collective view of society which has very little room for dreamers or mystics, calling them mad or fraudulent or, worse, dangerous.
Throughout this dark time, I couldn’t shake the feeling there was more to what I had seen and experienced than a simple biological illness. It felt like a calling from something larger than myself, a spiritual awakening. If that was the case, I would answer the call. But how?
I decided to seek the meaning of the vision on my own while working as a librarian at a public library. Through my studies, I discovered a reoccurring life pattern of visionary mystics throughout time and in every corner of the earth who used ancient systems of meditation and rituals to travel into other realities. Once there, they found and recorded hidden information about existence and reality itself. No matter which culture they were born into or system they used to access this other mode of consciousness, generally they were called to the mystic life path by initiatory visions, just like the one I had experienced. They called themselves magicians, shamans, priests and priestesses, mystics, ascetics, alchemists, witches, pagans, qabalists and other names of arcane significance that I didn’t even understand.
If there was an answer to what my vision meant, I came to believe I would find it there in the worlds of magic and hidden knowledge, the same place I surmised the vision had emerged from. I would ask the one who sent it to me why they sent it or, barring that, discover what the symbolism meant so that I would no longer be haunted by information from beyond that I didn’t understand. I would become one who knew and understood multi-dimensional reality rather than a blindfolded aspirant to the greater mysteries who was talked into accepting others’ worldviews rather than embodying my own unique point of consciousness. It was a simple plan and I set about finding a way to make this dream a reality.
I carefully studied new age books about meditation, astral projection, remote viewing, any out-of-body experience that I could get my hands on and eventually synthesized various teachings to create a personal method to use tarot cards as gateways into other realms. My breakthrough came when I read from one secretive magical group from the last century about possible associations between two key systems (the Tree of Life and tarot cards) and, through a quiet inner voice that came to me during that formative period of my life, how to combine the two to create a map of sorts through the other worlds by creating unique doorways in my imagination and then a meditative ritual that took my consciousness so deeply into my spirit that I could literally step through the doors.
I find it difficult to communicate the surprise I felt the first time I moved through a gate constructed in my mind and found myself in another world. The spirits I encountered therein spoke to me through words and images, and I came back out of the doorway with my entire worldview turned on its head. The other worlds were as real as my waking one and they contained spirits and intelligences who could and would communicate with me if I only desired it. In that moment, my magnum opus became more than a simple quest to interpret my initiatory vision of the Badger and Snake. I believed I had stumbled upon the reason I was born in this time and place, and how I could help improve the world through my mere existence. I would bring back mysteries from the Inner Worlds and share this knowledge with others who sought it in the Outer Worlds, a task that would be far more difficult than I had imagined but one which I swore I would pursue until my dying breath and then perhaps even beyond that.
What follows in this journal is a true account of what I learned through my many journeys, dreams and visions into the Tree of Life, and I give this message to you in the spirit it was given to me.
In my explorations, I found the spirits I encountered were sometimes helpful, other times not, and in the farthest reaches, very powerful. Those who existed in other worlds are a part of the traveler’s own subconscious mind but also simultaneously outside of it, existing in a reality of their own that can be accessed by anyone at any time. If you have ever had a daydream, I’d like to congratulate you for traveling to these other worlds too if only for a brief period of time. What did you experience there?
Furthermore, these otherworldly beings are the archetypes described by Carl Jung, the gods and goddesses whose exploits are written about in mythologies and religions the world over. They are the fairies, the goblins, spirits, ghosts, angels, demons, monsters, elementals and elves and so much more. They are the genesis of all of the legends and fairytales that have been or will ever be told.
Every story has its roots in these other worlds. Some say that the stories are echoes of events that actually took place long ago in the Inner Realms or will take place in the future, trickling down through layers of reality and time to the one world that everyone walks through during their lives, which I call the ‘waking world’. The Inner Realms themselves have been called the Dreamtime, the Astral Planes, the Collective Unconscious, Fairyland, Shambhala, Heaven, Hell, and countless other names which can be found in religions, dreams and, of course, stories. All life whether sentient or not comes from these worlds and returns to them in time. They are the realms of the spirit and form a basis and countless patterns for how nature unfolds in daily life with or without humanity’s attention to it. These worlds are the home of universal truth and whatever your personal vision is of God.
I cannot stress enough how illuminatory the spirits from the Inner Realms have been in my life in ways that I didn’t even realize at first and am still discovering as my existence unfolds. The beings taught me about spirituality and real magic; they healed portions of my psyche which I didn’t even know were damaged. They showed me future events, past events, events that could take place or not depending upon how the waking world chooses to move through the dance of existence. They gave me access to a language of spiritual experience that crosses all boundaries and barriers though what this particular secret meant only became clear to me through the passage of time. They taught me that I contain worlds.
The purpose of this journal is not only to preserve this message for all time but to tell you, the reader, in case you do not know or have forgotten, you contain these worlds and are part of this legacy of mystical illumination too. Please remember you are an entirely unique part of a mysterious interconnected system of spirit, the exploration of which is vitally important to the greater good of humankind and all living creatures. Existence is never meaningless, there is a reason you were born and you will know one day what this reason is. Whether you came to this time and place to make art, advances in science or technology, raise a family, work in medicine, serve your country or God, whatever it is, there is something you and only you will contribute to the waking world and, if you find this secret purpose, you will leave this existence in a better place than you found it.
Don’t worry if you don’t remember or believe this truth yet, I will hold it in my mind and heart for you until, one day, it becomes as true for you as it is for me. I invite you to learn from these spirits and mystical experiences as I did and find your purpose. I hope my journal helps you understand the universal truths and patterns not only to help you in your search for your magnum opus but also to stand as a testament and series of gates for future mystics who may need a torch to light their path through the shadows. This journal is a map, my personal map through the Inner Worlds. Use it if you wish to do so; I certainly did and I will never be the same.
One final thought before we begin the task of journeying inwards, I have come to believe the Badger and Snake appeared to me so that I could give this message of hope and universal love to you from the worlds of spirit and the one who put the stars in motion. Whatever winding path has brought you to these pages is your personal vision, your own Badger and Snake, and your unique message to share with the world. We are all messengers, it is only incumbent upon us to decide whose words we share through our lives and deeds. Choose carefully.
May I be the first to welcome you to The Light Congress. Welcome home.
Mining the Subconscious Mysteries
Gate: Ten of Pentacles
I stepped through the vision gate and found myself surrounded by mists. As the mist cleared, I saw a crowd of gnomes with pointed red caps digging with fierce enthusiasm.
They were confined in the quarry by stone walls which rose high around us. No trees or plants were visible as anything green or growing had been destroyed by the never-ceasing industry of the gnomes.
As I passed through the working crowd of elemental spirits, I tried to get some sense of what these beings were doing. “Excuse me, friends,” I said. “Why do you move the stone? Are you building something?”
Their response wasn’t given in words but as a humming song: “Dig, dig dig, look, look, look, dig, dig, dig.”
I continued among them in this fashion with little success at communication. So, instead of speaking words, I attempted to embody a spirit like those I saw around me. I imagined a silver spade appearing in my hand and started to shift dirt around like the gnomes. The sun shone brightly down upon us as we worked and I paused now and then in my labors to straighten the knots from my back and wipe the sweat from my brow.
After some time, I realized I could spend eternity in the gnomes’ quarry with no further knowledge gained than how to dig in their soil. So, I put down my spade at long last. “Is there a leader here?” I asked those who still milled about me. “I would like to speak to someone who can help me understand the true nature of this world.”
The ground broke apart in that sunny valley and a creature made of animated rocks and dirt rose from the soil. “I lead. I dig,” he announced himself with a subdued growl. “I am Grobb, the leader of the earth elementals. We look for the mysteries in the rock. Are you a mystery of rock?”
“A mystery of rock?” I echoed in response. “I’m not a mystery, I’m a woman. Though I suppose, according to some, women can be very mysterious.”
“Explain: woman,” said Grobb and he settled himself to the ground as a small pile of gathered boulders.
“Everybody has a different definition of what constitutes a man versus a woman but to me a woman is simply a woman,” I said to the living rock. “She is the polar opposite of man and his best friend, his helpmate, the mother of his children if they choose to have any together. There are many stories of the creation of both men and women however I have come to believe that none of them are strictly correct or accurate to the historical record.”
Grobb’s only reply was to release one of the stones from the top of his pile and I watched it roll down his steep slope to come to rest at my feet. I picked up the smooth river stone that was the size of my fist and examined it as I continued my attempt at communication.
“Why are you seeking these mysterious treasures through such destructive means?” I asked. “Don’t you and your friends have any power over the earth as you are made of the earth itself?”
The leader of the earth elementals gathered his component parts back together, including the stone in my hand, and stood before me as a man-shaped pile of rocks once more. “We look and discover,” rumbled Grobb. “Dig and look, look and find. Stone moves stone with toil. The words you speak are strange, womb-man.”
At that moment, a happy cry went up from the gnomes near us. Grobb and I moved to their side and they proudly displayed an enormous skeleton with the skull of a bird. Other than the beak and wings attached to the spine, the skeleton had the shape of a human. “Well, that is something,” I said, admiring the size and shape of the gnome’s treasure. “Was this the mystery you were seeking in the stone?”
“It is what was here,” Grobb said definitively. “It is the mystery.” Then, another gnome from a further point in the quarry ran to Grobb, flourishing a purple gem the size of my fist, the same size as the stone that had rolled down the elemental’s slopes earlier. Unlike my river rock, the new treasure was polished, finished by some master of his craft, and shone with an inner light that was all its own.
Grobb took the purple gem and waved it in my face where its light shone into my eyes. “We dig, look, and find, but we do not determine what the ground reveals, womb-man,” said Grobb. He gestured towards the skeleton which was still being examined by the industrious gnomes. “Ask the birdman of our quarry. He will speak the mystery of this place rather than simply embody it.”
“He is dead,” I said. “Where I come from, once you are bones within the ground your personal voice and message is silenced forever.”
“You have the power to make him live again,” Grobb replied. “By your own admission, you are not of this world. You dream beyond the simple movement of stone on stone or dirt on dirt.”
“You earth elemental people have lost your minds…” I started to say but to my astonishment I saw the bird skeleton rise from the earth and flesh cover his bones.
The god reborn had the head of a predatory bird with a sharp beak and bright eyes. Egyptian robes appeared over his reanimated flesh and his wings, newly covered with shiny feathers, spread wide on both sides of his body. He blinked slowly, turning his head to observe the laboring gnomes who still manned the quarry beneath his feet. Then, the god started to speak and his language was one I knew. “Ah, this is such a shame,” he said. “A shame to my mind indeed.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “I think this is less of a shame and more of a simple failure of meaningful communication.”
“Come deeper into this world with me and I shall reveal to you my meaning,” the birdman said. “Once I was known as Horus to this world though that name has ceased to have the majesty of my actual influence in the here and now.” The god drew the circle and cross symbol of earth in the air where the shape turned gold and fashioned itself into a gate through reality. Horus then took my hand and pulled me through the gate into another realm.
The god and I found ourselves in the middle of an unpolluted wilderness. Trees, green grass, and wild flowers covered the land and I could hear birds singing their carefree songs in the thick, concealing foliage. After the barrenness of the gnomes’ quarry and eternal striving to discover mysteries within the earth, this new world was more than beautiful. The view healed the spirit though how this magic was possible I did not comprehend.
I relaxed and took a deep breath for the first time in a very long time. The clear air revived me and I found the view going to my head in an enchanting wave of loveliness. “What a paradise you have found, Lord Horus,” I said. “I would dwell here in peace all my days if I was allowed to do so.”
“I call this world Arcadia, woman,” the god said. “In it, mortals live simple lives of deep meaning but little worth to those who walk the paths for honor and glory. Why do you walk the paths of life?”
“I have come to this time and place because I was called by a vision, Great One,” I said. “I saw a badger and a snake fighting over an egg. They fought again and again but the badger always won and ate the egg. I don’t know what this means and I am walking the paths for an answer.”
“This is a worthy quest,” the god said. “Also rather unique. For you see, I ask all who begin the journey into the Inner Worlds why they do so. I found you among those who were here for different reasons than you and assumed you were just another worker for their quarry.”
“Didn’t the earth elementals find you, Great One, and not the other way around? I was there, you see, when they unearthed your bones because I was trying to live as a helpful and industrious gnome like everyone around me,” I said. “I liked being a part of the exploratory team. But it was such hard work. I don’t know how they keep up their strength for the search for mysteries beneath the hot sun of existence.”
“But, woman, see what the gnomes have done,” said Horus. “In their mindless seeking and quarry creation, they destroyed so much beauty. This is what the land looked like before they ripped it apart seeking their mysteries in the stone. This is what could be again if they could only envision reality as you and I do.”
“I can’t fault them, Lord Horus, or their reasons for creating their quarries. The earth elementals wanted to know more so they looked for hidden treasure in the only manner that they knew,” I said. “Any destruction that they may have caused in their seeking was surely an accident. How can we say that having their methods of appreciating beauty and comprehension of reality such as it is that we wouldn’t have done the exact same thing? For I dug in the stone with them too. What havoc did I wreak in my time in the quarry?”
Horus turned to me in disbelief, spinning his head almost completely around on his neck like a hawk examining his prey. “Whatever they were seeking, they only needed to have asked and it would have been given,” he said. “Behold, naïve woman, the power of spiritual seeking.” The god made an imperious gesture and the ground parted effortlessly beneath the area we hovered over. An enormous, pristine diamond unearthed itself and floated towards us.
“With the Earth’s gifts freely given from the stone, the gnomes could have used their almost boundless energy to build instead of dig,” Horus said, clacking his beak together sharply as he nearly spit out each word in disgust. “Haven’t you heard of the astonishing constructions of the subterranean earth elementals, known to some as dwarves?” As he spoke, the ground again parted and I saw vast caverns in the ground lit with clear burning torches and shaped to be pleasing to the eye as well as comfortable to dwell in.
“If the solution to reality’s problems were so simple, Great One, why did the gnomes who walk beneath the sun choose to dig then?” I asked. “If they knew, really knew, they only had to ask to find the greater mysteries, why did they choose to destroy paradise? I can’t and won’t believe that this is so.”
Silently, Horus led me to the side of the diamond which levitated above the earth and sparkled in the bright sunlight. The god helped me fly upwards past the slick, smooth sides and I eventually reclined on top of its multi-faceted surface. “Before I answer your questions and hide you among the dwarves for future treasure seekers to find in this paradise of my own devising, you will answer one more question of mine, woman,” Horus said. “What would you have been called if you had been born a man?”
“My mother told me if I had been her son instead of her daughter, she would have named me, Christian,” I said. “I want to walk beneath the sun, Lord Horus, not dwell within the earth. Please don’t bury me, I suffer when I can’t turn my face to the light.”
Horus smiled. “Christian, is it? The hunters will lose their minds trying to find you, woman,” he said. “You will thank me in time for what I do for you this day and the dwarves will make sure you don’t suffer overly much. They have secret methods for bringing the sun beneath the ground, you’ll see. I would say good luck and good fortune to you but we both know the future is built upon more than that.” I gazed upwards, admiring the clear blue skies of Arcadia one final time as the bird-headed god flew directly into the sun.
“The gnomes chose their path through their own free will!” Horus called over his shoulder as he exited my reality. “Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise!” As the god disappeared into the bright orb above the pristine and as-yet unspoiled world, the diamond he had unearthed sank back into the ground with me on it.
There my vision ended.
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