Evolution of love

TO BE LIGHT

Then I am in this light, but light isn’t the right word. It's white and rich with vibration but not unpleasant. It is all around me, on me, in me, and through me. It is safe. I don't see anyone else there but I am keenly aware that everyone is there; all whom I know and don't know; everyone who has ever existed. We are all connected although I don’t see anyone. I have only light for clothing. I don't really have a definable physical form like a body; I am just bright light. Other people wear clothes, some wear robes, I am aware that people are dressed according to their preconceived notions of what they would wear here, what they thought they would wear in heaven when they were still alive.

I ‘see’ these people but not in a physical sense, it is difficult to describe. I used the word ‘alive’. That is a misnomer as it implies that there is ‘death’. There is no death. There is a state in which we can choose to occupy a body, but leaving it does not in any way mean death. Energy can’t be created or destroyed. It only changes form. I am told this, though not with words, the knowledge is just there. I know that I learned this when I was in my body, as a young girl. It is a truth here in the now and in the other places.

I am a very bright light in this place, and beings that are very bright lights are in danger. The thieves that live in the void all work together to try to extinguish bright lights. I am aware that the thieves have attempted this both in the physical world also known as the now and in this spiritual place. There is no religion here. NONE. There is spirit. There is knowledge, light, and awareness. Knowledge is given as it is needed. It’s not like a collection of facts either. It is given and then you don't have to remember it, it imprints and then its bulk is gone. The imprint is all that is needed to retain it.

I did not see any loved ones or specific people. I did not look for anyone. I just enjoyed the white light and the vibrations that went through me, very contented and without any conflict at all. Then I am sucked backward, so forcefully, back into the dark place, the void. Then, I am back near the membrane between the void and the now. I feel myself pop through it. I see myself lying in the bed. I am over me, though not floating. I wish I could describe this.