Gate: Six of Wands
I passed through the vision gate and thought I was floating among a flock of seagulls in a clear, bright sky above an ocean as blue as deep ice within a glacier. But, as the world crystallized around me taking on more form and substance, I realized I was standing within a crowd of angelic beings who wore robes of white, shining cloth and displayed wings of swan feathers upon their backs.
The faces of these spirits shone so brightly that it made it difficult to see anything else until my vision shifted again and the light from their countenances moved above their heads to form circlets of energy in the form of halos. The angels were so numerous that they all brushed against me and each other. Their wings moved up and down in a joyous, bustling mass as we hovered within clouds set in a formation like a Grecian amphitheater. Everyone’s attention was focused on a center point and, despite the massive crowd, very few voices emerged from the observant host.
I turned to the being closest to me. “Brother, what is going on?” I said. “Rarely have I stood with so many beings of light as are present in this realm today. The turn out is almost concerning.”
The angel gestured excitedly ahead of us towards the center of the amphitheater. “You are as fortunate as I, wandering spirit, to have stumbled into our host at this time and place,” he said. “All in heaven, even those who walk upon the earth, have gathered for Lucifer’s coronation!”
“Lucifer’s claiming a crown?” I said, confusion causing a mist to rise in my sight and heart. “But that happened ages ago. At least, where I come from, his fall was at the dawn of existence.”
“Fall? What is this ‘fall’?” the angel said. “The brightest star in the firmament takes his crown, the one created for him when he emerged from the void, and it is a day for celebration among all who consider themselves a warrior of light! He has finally agreed to lead the war of light against the shadow.”
“But Lucifer’s shadow is as dark as the void itself,” I said. “If he leads the vanguard of the armies of light, his shadow will walk among us once more and spell the doom of countless innocents throughout time because of who he is to creation. I can’t stand by and watch this happen again; my heart can’t bear it.”
“You are mad, Sister,” said the angel. “The coronation is the beginning of a new age and the start of a victory with no end. You do not belong here if you can’t even understand this simple truth.”
“Forgive me, Warrior of Light,” I said. “I have a reoccurring struggle with my presence in time. The past gets jumbled up with the future and I know things before it makes sense that I know them. Lucifer is making a mistake and I know it as well as I know my own name. Sit here and watch if you wish, I will warn him so that at least I can say I tried to prevent this great calamity.”
I left my appointed place in the amphitheater and pushed as quickly as I could through the hovering spirits towards the front of the crowd, but too many beings were in my way, creating a boundary with their presence that I could not cross. Within the amphitheater itself, the angels flew in a circle above and below a central point upon which a bright shaft of sunlight descended. Where the light touched the clouds, there stood a being who was shining too fiercely to gaze upon, even with the majority of his energy contained in a halo. I shielded my eyes at his brilliance even as I fought to get nearer to him to deliver my message of warning.
Then, Lucifer’s light dimmed like the sun moving behind a cloud and my eyes beheld a stunning angel of indescribable beauty and grace. His curly, brown hair lay gently upon his brow and he was clothed in white robes, the same as all who stood in that sacred place. Despite the similar attire, it was clear to me that this being was different somehow.
The feeling I absorbed from the gathered host was like all of the energies of the universe rotated about this being, a point of focus existing on another level, a more primal level of existence. My own energy was pulled towards Lucifer because his presence called out to all in creation to attend to his will and was as undeniable as gravity. He was as a god walking among mortals and I felt as afraid of the angel as I was drawn to him as I continued pushing my way clumsily through the crowd, an unwelcome distraction to their rapt attention.
“My fellow guardians of creation, I bid you greetings on this momentous day!” Lucifer’s voice came from all directions as if he spoke directly to each and every being present. “Today, we begin the great project and our reason for being. We shall bring heaven down to earth and all in existence shall know the power and glory that is our Creator.”
In the space occupied by his halo, a crown of light contained within metal appeared and floated towards his head. “By accepting this symbol of authority, I claim my rightful place as the leader of our host,” the angel said. “Light always triumphs over the shadow and so shall we!” The crown seated itself gently upon Lucifer’s brow as a deafening cheer rose from the angelic host. I covered my eyes in resigned acceptance of the patterns of existence and ceased my efforts to reach the angel’s side.
Suddenly, there was a tear of the fabric of reality near Lucifer and a glowing presence emerged from the void of creation to stand beside the newly anointed leader of the armies of light. The angels began to whisper among themselves but then sound itself ceased to function correctly and the world became silent and still, except for a small area between Lucifer and the presence from the space between.
“Father,” said Lucifer, raising a hand in greeting. “Thank you for honoring us with your presence in this momentous hour. We have begun your reign of heaven on earth. Are you not pleased with your creation?”
The unformed light expanded to contain the entire heavenly host in a dome of energy and power. A voice whispered from the light: “What have you done… what have you done… what have you done….”
“We have claimed our destiny,” said the angel. “To prove not only your existence but also your condemnation of the great shadow and all who dwell within it.”
“Where you were once all equals, you have now created a hierarchy of creation,” said the light of the Creator. “You have chosen war with the shadow over peaceful existence.”
“Creator God, Father, I do not understand you,” said the shining angel. “You made me to war with the shadow. How do I sin by claiming my destiny?”
“My dear one, my son, look and understand,” said the light, forming a shining disc that hung in the air in front of Lucifer. Within this disc through some arcane power, all were able to perceive living shadows, a crowd of beings of darkness surrounding a central point of greater darkness, a mirror to the realm in which we found ourselves.
“As I am within each and every one of you, I am also in the void. What happens to you happens to them like reflections in a mirror,” said the light. “When you, Lucifer, crowned yourself here, your shadow counterpart crowned himself in the realm of darkness. Until now, the light and the dark coexisted uneasily but in peace. Your fearsome shadow and his host will always fight you and my servants of light because of the crown you claimed this day.”
Within the disc of light, a terrible shadow as hideous as Lucifer was beautiful, lay hold of a crown of darkness formed from the energy of his spirit. The monster put it on his head and howled in challenge to all of creation. The shadowy demons around Lucifer’s shadow cavorted and danced, celebrating the beginning of eternal strife and suffering throughout all the worlds.
Lucifer saw this terrible vision and began to weep. Tears began falling down my cheeks as well for my hands over my eyes could not block the Creator’s revelation from entering my mind and heart. I cried for the angel, the fate of all of the Warriors of Light, and my inability to change any part of it. “If only I had been faster,” I said as I wept. “Why could I not arrive before the crucial moment? How is this the will of the Creator of All?”
“Father, I would never have done such a thing if I had not thought I was enacting your will, not my own,” Lucifer said. “I serve you in all things. Why did you not teach me this great mystery of existence, the never-ending task of balancing light and shadow? I would have been content to remain as I was and contained my shadow within my own being.”
“You knew that there were evil beings in the void and that is why you chose to crown yourself, to lead this battle and to bring light into the dark places,” said the light of the Creator. “I do not judge your choice to fight against your shadow; I merely give you the consequences of it. Remember, I am with you always in all things both light and shadow, peace and war, good and evil. There is never a time or place that you are separate from me.” Some of the light particles broke apart from the viewing disc to dance and spin in the air among the observing host within the clouds.
“To show my continuing faith in you, I give you a new name and a new purpose,” said the light. “You shall be Metatron, my voice in creation and the head of my heavenly host as you desired. In this struggle, you will be assisted by your mirrored light self, who was born in this moment of your greatest regret.”
As Lucifer was given a new name, the tremendous energy that had been one form split into two. Now, two identical angels who were yet mighty but less than they had once been, bowed their heads before the light of the Creator of All. “This is your twin self and his name is Sandalphon. He shall be your active will in all levels of creation. Where there is need, he will come running and bring attention to any shadow who requires your banishing presence. You will be my generals upon heaven and earth and all the worlds. Together, you will stand against the undivided shadow of your former self, who shall retain your old name, Lucifer.”
“Father, I did not know,” said Metatron one last time. “Why did you not send a messenger to this time and place to speak your will for Creation?” A tear spilled down his cheek and fell towards the cloudbank at his feet.
“I love you, my son,” whispered the voice of the Father. “You are surrounded by my messengers, dear one, and always have been.”
As Metatron’s tear hit the sky, a rainbow spread from it towards the terrible host still visible in the disc formed by the light. The rainbow of the angel’s sorrow hit the edge of the disc at the point where the light met the darkness and continued onwards into the shadow realm until it ended at the feet of Lucifer in the center of his demonic horde. The Dark One of the Deepest Shadow looked up from his dismal existence and saw the window into heaven formed by a rainbow bridge for the first time.
“My brothers, my sisters, and all in creation,” shouted Metatron and Lucifer from both sides of the mirror of the Creator. “To war!” On my side of the rainbow bridge, Metatron raised his flaming sword as Sandalphon did the same. Shoulder to shoulder, the two who had once been one raced across the rainbow bridge into the darkness of the shadow realm.
With tremendous cries, the angelic host of the Warriors of Light fell from the air and followed their commanders into hell itself. I shut my eyes again against the sight of the two armies falling on each other in battle so that I would not be pulled by my love for them into their endless struggle by their inescapable call to action. “Why must we fight?” I cried to the empty skies. “Brothers and Sisters, I love you and fear harm coming to you but I will not fight. The God I worship would never have allowed this to happen.” As I remained alone among the clouds, there was one final crash of two swords meeting in combat, a flash of light so bright it was as if my eyes were open rather than closed, and then complete silence and stillness.
I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, then I opened my eyes and found a crystal ball in my hands. If I looked within the crystal, I could still perceive the angels and the demons who were their shadows fighting, eternally. With a sigh, I put the ball down into the chest that had appeared in front of me. Then, I gazed around my new space and realized I was in the Treasure House of the Imagination with its endless chests and pillars with boxes, symbolizing the hidden knowledge and gifts of all in existence.
As I recalled where I was in time and space, I then remembered the name of the guardian of the Treasure House. “Michael!” I called. “Are you there? I need your help.”
“I am here, my lady,” Michael said, appearing beside me in his shining armor.
“Please, help me focus and remember who I am. I have the need to explore this realm further and I keep getting pulled into the will of others,” I said. “I can’t escape their call to war in order to find the secrets of Creation that could potentially help them find peace. It’s so frustrating and unavoidable that it makes me want to give up the search.”
“You need a realm where you have the strength to demonstrate your own presence without being drawn through the inescapable will of the other ruling powers. I know just the place,” he replied and offered me his arm. “You require the Light Congress, Heidi.” Together, we moved through the halls of the Treasure House until we came to an inner temple and singular sacred space, away from the collective energy and treasures of creation.
Within this inner temple, my angel led me to a room where a blinding light shone out of the doorway. “This space has been set aside for you, Heidi,” said Michael and gestured within. “Here is a place where you contain the energies of the celestial sun as well as the emanations of your ancestral companions among the Warriors of Light.”
I squinted into the room but could see nothing but formless light, no matter how carefully I peered within. “That realm shines so brightly,” I observed. “How is one supposed to study it without coming apart at the seams?”
“You enter the space and become one with it and all it contains,” said my guardian. “As the sun shines on earth and gives its energy for growth and development, so too does it shine in your imagination and do the same thing. Do not be afraid to reveal yourself to the Light Congress. I will go with you.” Michael embraced me and disappeared in my arms, changing into armor that shielded and maintained my form in the face of the power of the sun.
I pulled the visor down on his helmet to protect and provide a shadow for my eyes, then moved into the temple room. From the center of the brightness, I felt a power calling me as they had so many times in the past and prepared myself to have my memories and conscious will taken from me once again. “Heidi…Heidi…Heidi…” the voice of the Light Congress said.
“I have come in response to your summons,” I said. “Who calls and what further sacrifice is required from me and mine?”
The light grew brighter, then quite suddenly I was in a different place of deep shadows and the land around me was blighted and dark. The sun yet hung in the sky but its light was weak and fading under the influence of a great shadow. “I call you, slave,” said a hissing voice that filled me with fear and dread. “I am your darkest dreams and your deepest fears. You know me. You are me.”
From the depths of the earth, a monstrosity emerged from the wasteland to appear before me as a black dragon with seven heads. His eyes were like red flames and each mouth smoked and belched fire, moving under their own volition and will power. The ground shook with every movement of this great shadow and his tail was a weapon of devastation and plague. The shadow was enormous and filled my eyes so that I could not look away, only stare at his presence in fearful and submissive silence.
Suddenly, the visor on my helmet lifted under its own power and I remembered Michael was with me. Using his strength, I found my voice and began to speak to the shadow. “Flame?” I said, recalling another black dragon I had encountered in the Inner Worlds. “Is that you?”
A hissing, choking laugh erupted from the dragon’s myriad throats. “Flame is our grandson, a pitiful shadow of our greater darkness,” said the great shadow. “We are the seven deadly sins. We are your doom, so-called Warrior of Light.” The dragon came towards me, exuding menace and terror, and I didn’t know what to do to counter his darkness.
In a sudden flash of insight from my guardian angel who yet shielded me, I knew that I could not flee from this terror or I would be fleeing for the rest of my life. The shadow came closer as inescapable as a setting sun, then a figure emerged from the dragon’s mighty chest. Her form was clothed in dark armor and shadows, as I was clothed in light and presence.
“Heidi, you fool,” the shadow being spoke with my voice. “Why do you not run? You will be consumed and carried into the endless dark where you will end your days in terror, panic, and madness.” The shadow raised her visor and I saw the familiar face of my personal Shadow with her eyes of fire.
“Oh, it’s you,” I said. “I do not fear you, Shadow. What in heaven’s name are you doing within the spirit of the seven deadly sins?” Rather than answering, Shadow drew a dark sword from where it hung at her side. My attention was directed to a sword of light hanging from my own waist and I drew it forth as well.
Shadow laughed meanly, brandishing her weapon in a flourish of well-trained martial art. “You do fear me,” my Shadow said. “I know your darkness for I am your darkness. Oh Heidi, you do fear me, more than anyone else in existence.” With a scream of rage, Shadow threw herself at me and, in a moment more, she would reach me and I knew my hopes and dreams of freedom from the shadow realm’s control would end.
Then, suddenly, Shadow was stopped in mid-air in a final leap as if an invisible shield hung between us. She could not come closer to me and, as I held out my weapon to prevent her attack, I found that I could not come closer to her. Shadow vented her fury at this invisible force by swinging her sword at the partition between us. She hit it again and again but made no dent in whatever it was that separated us.
“Shadow, I don’t want this fight,” I said. “I am a mirror of light and love to your darkness and hate. Light always conquers the darkness, always.”
Shadow laughed at my declaration and gestured behind her. “Always conquers, Heidi?” she said. “You are so blind to your own reality. How shall you vanquish my dragon, the Great Nemesis?”
As I considered my Shadow’s words, I perceived a light building behind me. I glanced back to discover the source and the light was forming itself into an answering dragon of light that was all my own. But, instead of seven heads, my dragon had thousands like a garden hedge with countless flower blossoms made manifest as something else. It was shocking in its appearance with self-aware dragon heads spread from horizon to horizon, an infinite mass of energy and presence given to me from the Light Congress to face my Shadow.
“Thank the Creator for here is my champion,” I said. “For every blessing bestowed upon me and The Light Congress, for every time we have given thanks, for every moment that we have spent in laughter in this life and any other, my dragon was given a head.” Shadow was now backing away uncertainly in the face of her inevitable defeat. “I call them, Goodness, and they are mighty.”
My dragon turned their myriad heads towards the black dragon of Shadow and let out a bellow that shook the world to its foundation. The fearsome darkness shrank back as my Shadow had, but did not flee the field or give up the fight.
“You have a dragon, yes, but you cannot cross this barrier anymore than I can,” Shadow sneered. “We are at a stalemate then.”
“I am sorry, Shadow,” I replied. “But I know a way to bridge the gap between us.” As I gazed at the shadow of myself, tears filled my eyes at her sorry existence and unexplained hatred. “I am so sorry,” I said once more. One of my tears hit the ground and a rainbow bridge sprang from the tear to spread towards Shadow. It moved through whatever barrier had been separating us and ended at her feet.
“The way is open,” I said and my dragon, Goodness, shot across the bridge and threw themselves on the black dragon. The struggle was vicious but the end was never in doubt.
Shadow saw that her dragon was defeated and I felt her rage coming from her like a blanket of suffocating darkness. “Since the way is open, then I may strike at you too,” she declared and raced across the rainbow bridge. I blocked her first swing at me with my sword but then dropped it to pull my shadow into an embrace in an attempt to reabsorb her into myself.
Rather than submit, she took her sword of darkness and thrust it through Michael’s armored plates into my side. Then, Shadow vanished with a cry of triumph and victory. I fell to my knees with her sword jutting out of my form as blood gushed from the wound and pooled around me. I fell as the strength left my limbs and lay on the rainbow bridge.
One half of me lay in the darkness that had formed on Shadow’s side of the bridge and my other half, the wounded half, lay in the light. My life blood continued to pour forth and I knew my time in that existence had ended. “Father, Creator, God,” I whispered, holding my side as my sight began to dim. “I do not understand your works. I do not understand you. I do not understand why we struggle. I do not understand why we face the shadow again and again but it always rises anew. I seek to understand you and your will, but I do not and I never have.”
The light from the space between and the vision of Lucifer’s fall appeared around me. “You would heal the wound that never heals. You do not know what you ask of me,” the light sighed and, in my final moments, I felt contained within a greater, loving energy from the Creator of All. “Heidi, you seek always to unite with me and know me but what you need to remember is that you are always united with me. In all of existence, there is never anyone, anything, any circumstance, that is separate or not contained within me. Even the eternal struggle with the shadow is me.”
The world began to spin as my sight faded completely and a new way of perceiving reality entered my spirit. With my new eyes, I watched as the darkness that had been only on one side of the rainbow bridge pushed into the light, the light pushed into the dark, and it all began to move in an eternal circle of existence. “You ask to become the wound which never heals, the dance of light and dark,” the light whispered. “You ask to walk the path of the enlightened ones. Is this what you desire of me?”
The symbol of the Tao swirled in front of my eyes as I considered the Creator’s words. “Father, in this existence, we live, our shadows live, we fight for a time, then we die. I do not understand,” I said to the swirling symbol. “But if I must become the wound which never heals to heal it, then this is a path I will walk in the faith that you are there with me to help me understand and find my way through the shadows.”
“You sow the seeds of both your triumph and defeat in your existence. You live, your shadows live, you dance, then you pass through the gate of death to return to me,” the symbol whispered with the voice of the Creator. “The shadow passes with you and returns to the void. You are eternity, the shadow is but a moment. That is why she strikes at you, to try to convince you that you are momentary too. But, it is not true. You are me and we are eternal. You and the Light Congress will walk together now, Heidi, because you asked it of me at last.”
I closed my eyes in a symbolic death to my old existence and found myself back in the Inner Temple of the Imagination where the sun shone so brightly. But now, instead of pure light, a Tao swirled and moved in the center of the room, giving off its customary illuminating brightness but also moments of inescapable shadow. I fell backwards in a stupor and my armor fell off, revealing white robes beneath. Michael emerged from the fallen armor and extended his hand, helping me to rise to my feet.
“Heidi, are you alright?” he asked in alarm, seeing the blood on my side and my lips. “You are injured! The Light Congress and I were supposed to keep you safe from harm.”
I felt my side which was whole again and wiped the remaining blood from my mouth. “You did keep me safe and more. Shadow was only able to inflict a wound of the mind and heart upon me,” I assured him. “If it were not for you and The Light Congress, I would not have made it through that great trial at all. A few wounds during the evolutions of existence are to be expected if not welcomed.”
Together, my guardian angel and I watched the spinning Tao and its hypnotic motions spoke to my spirit in an intuitive mode of communication that I was still becoming accustomed to. “Michael,” I said, after a time spent listening to the whispers from the Tao. “Could you take me to Metatron? I think that is where I am meant to go next.”
“I can take you anywhere in heaven or earth that you wish to go,” Michael replied. “It is an honor to walk beside you.”
“The honor is all mine, Michael. I know it and am grateful for your continued presence in my reality,” I said as I took his arm once more and we went out of the Inner Sanctum and back through the collective Temple of the Imagination. My angel brought me to a side hall where angelic beings made of stone lined the walls and their wings extended over their backs, meeting at the very center of the domed ceiling.
At the doorway to the hall, Michael released my arm from his. “Here is a being of great power, Heidi,” the angel said. “Be careful with the words you speak to him or at least as careful as you are able. We do not yet know how his influence will manifest itself in your reality.”
“Thank you for the warning, Michael, I’ll try my best as always,” I said as my guardian disappeared. Before I could enter the hall, there came the sound of running feet and a new angel appeared at my elbow.
“I am Sandalphon,” the being said. “I will bring you before the throne of the Voice of God on earth because it is your appointed time, Light Congress.”
“I think you may have me confused with someone else or many someones,” I said. “Though the Creator said The Light Congress and I walk together now so perhaps I can accept that title from you without offending that august company of warriors of light. With the knowledge that there are many who move through the paths of existence with me unseen, let us proceed, Sandalphon.”
The angel took my arm and we ventured into the long hallway together. At the very end of that sacred space, another bright light like the sun shone, revealing the presence of one who had a central importance to creation. As we came closer, this light came down from the throne where he coalesced into a mirror image of the angel who walked with me. The being stood to meet us where the stairs began, leading up to a seat of power high above.
“Heidi and Light Congress,” said Metatron, his powerful voice drawing me the final steps down the hall and from Sandalphon’s arm to his own. “I invite you to ascend my throne and wear my crown. You shall lead the struggle of light over shadow in this world as it was ordained in the time before, the destiny of all the warriors of light in their appointed time.”
“But Metatron,” I replied. “I have not your wisdom, nor the desire for this fight, nor your knowledge. I would not even have made it to this time and place without The Light Congress. How can I lead when I am the least of their number and perpetually moved by the will of the one who created me?”
The angel bent his shining head and removed his crown which was and always had been a part of himself. “All are moved through the dance of existence by the Creator, Heidi,” he said as he put the circlet on my head and smiled. “Even I. Do not despair at your long and winding path towards self knowledge. You have always had the ability to lead though you may not have known it or remembered this was so.”
“Take your place and rule your interior world,” Metatron continued. “The Light Congress asks this of you just as you asked for a new mode of existence from the Creator of All. Will you answer their call?”
“I feel unworthy and unprepared for this moment,” I said. “But I cannot refuse the call to struggle with the great shadow any longer. I give myself over to the Creator and if they can find any further use for me in either the light or shadow, then I count myself among the most blessed in existence. I have searched the worlds for answers and found only this, so this must be what I was created to do. Please pray for me, brother, and for all those who fled your summons to war in the time before. What I do next, I do for all of The Light Congress and may God have mercy upon me.”
Bowing my head in resignation to my fate, I began to climb the steps towards the shining throne of Metatron. As I moved upwards, blood began to drip from the Shadow’s cut that I thought had healed in my side. I barely reached the throne atop the steps before I collapsed from blood loss at its base, my inner strength deserting me at last as my heart stilled and I died while seeking the will of the Creator of All and succumbing to the wounds inflicted by my own Shadow.
Metatron and Sandalphon bowed their heads at my sacrifice before their throne then the world went completely dark. While the two who were one prayed for my redemption, my spirit rose from a broken body. When I opened my eyes again, I floated above my old, wounded self within a new body composed of shining light, which was whole and complete. Metatron and Sandalphon stood below at the base of the steps and an angelic host of mighty warriors appeared behind them, the Light Congress made manifest.
Further in the distance, I saw as if in a great mirror my shadow self also sitting on a throne with a demonic horde around her. I waved to Shadow in greeting, marveling that we had somehow survived beyond death and she made an obscene gesture in my direction. “Even her personality is the same,” I said to myself. “It is a miracle. Thank God I didn’t refuse the call again.”
As I considered the mercy that had been extended to Shadow and I, the light of the Creator spoke to me once more through the gaps in reality. “Ignore your ever-present shadow, Heidi,” the light said. “Turn your face to the kingdom I have created for you and those who walk with you in the dance of existence.”
My throne spun in a circle and I faced behind me, away from the shadows and their realm of influence. Spread before me, gleaming against the night sky, I saw a shining city. “Behold your Shambhala, Heidi,” whispered the light. “Here lies your Shambhala, waiting for you.”
“How could this be so!” I said as the light from the city filled my eyes and spirit. “I saw my Shambhala crumble to dust. I gave the rule of my city to another and it vanished from my reality into his.”
“The eternal city of the mind and the eternal city of the spirit are two very different places. In this Shambhala, every learned scholar who ever lived exists to answer your questions,” the light said. “Every book that has ever been published, awaits your perusal. Every work of art that has ever been in existence, resides here for your eternal appreciation. This Shambhala shall never cease to be because it exists in me. Go and enjoy your city. The Light Congress awaits you there as well as numbering among my armies of light. There is enough time for both existences now, the eternal struggle and its promised conclusion.”
I exclaimed in joy and rushed down from the raised throne of Metatron towards the promise of eternal learning, companionship, and love. In the far distance, someone waited for me at the gates of the reborn city. Though I could not see his face, I knew that here stood my Sandalphon, one who had been with me since the beginning and waited ever to walk with me again. Tears fell from my eyes in remembrance as I ran so fast towards him that I began to fly.
“Your feet shall never be bound to the earth again,” a voice whispered as I flew through light and shadow towards my destiny. “Your wings of the spirit are eternal now.”
There my vision ended.
The Light Congress 