Gate: The Light Congress
November 17, 2025
Beginning in March of this year, I was called to release the pages of The Light Congress, the true story of my explorations of the Inner Worlds and the beings I met therein. I write ‘called’ but the reality was somewhat different than that. My experience was more like waking up from a long sleep and forgetfulness than a compulsion, but it was an undeniable call to action all the same.
The call began with listening to music, an activity I tend to make time for every day. The musicians of the world, as powerful as any descendant of Orpheus or beckoning star in the sky, brought me back to myself. How did they do this? It sounds too unbelievable to be true but the words they sang unlocked some forgotten gate in my heart. Memories and emotions poured through this gate, reminding me at first of old traumas, forgotten sadness and moments of regret, which my tears eventually washed away.
Then, the sadness gave way to a sense of profound connection to those around me and Nature herself. I marveled, all through the months of this year, at the beauty and magnificence of reality as well as the patterns I observed in the outside world including the media I consumed, both fictional and not.
I was greatly disturbed by the patterns of hate, war and control over resources in the governments of the world as well as what I felt was a continued reluctance by those in power to accept the responsibility for the shadows they cast from their lofty seats. Some days, I’d open the news pages and cry at the pain and suffering I perceived through the newly reawakened lens of my heart. “How could an all-knowing and all-loving God allow such nightmares to be?” I’d ask myself.
I looked for answers as I always have in worlds of the spirit and invited the world to do the same through my written words. At first, I published The Light Congress as it had been for the last ten plus years I’ve been putting it together. But then, one day, I looked back at what I’d written and a quiet voice inside me said there was more I had forgotten to write down and they would help me remember.
Like in a trance, I went back through the chapters I had released and began rewriting the journeys, one at a time. New conversations and realizations emerged, new spirits were discovered and introduced themselves into my experience. As I reworked what had come before adding hundreds of thousands of words, the latest chapters morphed and changed as well, becoming a potent mixture of memory, emotion and vision, the Song of the Undines made manifest in my reality. This is a process that is continuing even as I write these words and I am supremely grateful to whoever it was who whispered to me to keep going. I could not have written this without their help.
The Light Congress of today (November 2025) is not what it was when I began in March. I invite readers to go back, walk the paths with me, and explore the changes which are still emerging. I hardly remember what they were unless I go back and read them again myself, learning new truths each time. My fog of forgetfulness lifts at unexpected times but returns again, surprising me in its fierce attempts to keep me lost in the shadows of the void.
But, whatever that forgetfulness is, I have held true to my promise to try to remember my eternal nature as well as encouraging and lifting up others to do the same. In that vein, do not be discouraged by the shadows of the world. They are temporary and you, warriors of light, are eternal, deathless and unstoppable by time or trial.
As I wrote in March, I have begun writing The Dark Congress, a continuation of the epic story of love and adventure that began so many years ago that it feels like lifetimes. I do not know where that journey will take me but I am excited to walk the paths again and remember what it is that I have forgotten.
Thank you for daring to explore the mysteries of the universe with me through the reading of these pages. Through them, I send to you the courage of exploration, the spirit of the eternally young at heart, and my unconditional love as you remember who you are really at your core and your hidden truths, just as I remember mine. May you be at peace until we meet again in the pages of this book or without, and may your creations in this world be all that you hoped and dreamed they could be.
We carry the torches of those who walked the paths before us. Let’s make every moment count not just for our own sakes but for those who follow. I will not allow the shadows to have me or those I love, and plead with you to pledge the same.
The Light Congress calls you. What will be your answer? Mine is and always has been Amor Omnia Vincit.
Thank you for reading and I’ll see you in another world.
-Heidi
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