Floating down the lane, peering into the magnificent light structures. Sensing a glow of sentience, a personality, a life force of each structure as if the buildings, homes, and architectures are alive. Alive with intelligence, but much more, alive with sentience. To test this, I approach the side of a building and rap my fist on it. The building wall vibrates and recoils ever so slightly and I hear a sound, a muffled sound now becoming clearer, “… excuse me but would you cut that out? I am here to house you, not take abuse from you.” Did I truly hear this? Did the building just speak to me? Within my mind I ask, “So you are a sentient building?” “Yes, all structures in Crystalline are sentient.” My mind ponders, “How can that be?”
It replies, “Think outside the box. If minerals are sentient and minerals are universal building blocks formed by light which carry life, why is it so hard to grasp that we are alive? There is only life in the universe. Life of Creator Source manifesting in an infinite array of energy, vibration, waves, forms and frequency.” I think, “That certainly makes sense. What do I call you?” “Names are inconsequential in the frequency of life here. However, we acknowledge names can be useful conventions in other realms. What would you like to call me?” I think, “Grace.” It replies, “That is fine. You may enter into my structure if you would like.” “Okay, but I don’t see a door?” “My beloved, no doors are needed. Simply use your will and intent to float your lightbody through my structure.”
So I float and enter Grace moving through its wall of light, observing the lattice of light it is made of, the flows of knowledge, the bright golden-white light, pinkish-peach light, and violet emanations of light. It’s like being inside a cocoon of ineffable brightness and angelic pastel colors of heaven while simultaneously experiencing exquisite feelings of love, bliss, awe and amazement at the sight of sentient light. Within my mind I hear, “Come up my structure now to the highest level you can.” So I ascend going higher and higher, getting brighter and brighter, feeling lighter and lighter, until I seem to arrive at the very pinnacle of Grace, a brilliant, clear magnificence of luminosity infinitely brighter than a supernova star. I hear Grace whisper, “Become one with me now my Beloved. Surrender to infinite peace, love, and light… Oneness.”
Excerpt from: “Embodying Light: The Crystalline City of Light and Other Lightworker Meditations”
Artwork on this post by Daniel B. Holeman