Running Away Won't Help

The Light-Being at Home

The Light-Being has a family. Oh yes! It comes as quite a shock to me who always considered him a lone wolf. Not so! He lives in little love groups, moving from light to life in fiery circles, fiery cycles, icy fircles.

God bless you Light-Being, and your little love group. In life - love. In death - love. In life in love in light - love. Oooh those little love groups! It's where the fire starts, where it burns brightest. And even in the wild light beyond life, where fire is fire is fire is fire, may the love group light keep shining.

The Return of the Light-Being

The Light-Being makes his way out. From death to life, confinement to liberation. Light to light. Will he escape the fires of hell? Perhaps some day he will return, all knowledge and memory submerged. Or maybe he will advance, stage by stage, hurdling dimensions like the cosmic athlete, the astral pony. This point of departure comes to us all, sometimes before lunch.

If you see the Light-Being, stop him and gently take his arm. Ask him if he remembers where he's been, if he knows where he's going. He may get shirty and slap your delicate chops with the back of his light-infused hand. Don't get angry. Don't retaliate. Plant a kiss on his face and suck on the light.

Oh Light-Being, Light-Being, where are you? We love you, we miss you! Where on earth will you turn up next . . ?

An Introduction to the Light-Being

Here he is. He's in all our towns and cities. He's the Limbo Kid, Bardo Boy, the Light-Being. He's our souls in transition, transmission, waiting incarnation. He's who we are in the before and after life.

These signs are the portals, the way in and out. Look out for them. Look out for him. He's you and I in another dimension, carrying the weight of our lives, the hope of our lives. He is pain, bliss, rapture. Let's see what he does next . . .