“Heart, you cannot see me but you know when I am here. Never doubt it. The almost nothing. Sudden companion. Breathing together. Never doubt it is me.”

Looking back over one’s journey on planet Earth, presence today recognises itself throughout one’s life. The soul, higher centers, the divinity within, whatever name one prefers to use, was always there, always here. Remembering memories. Childhood, perhaps, when gazing at the pattern of the wallpaper on the wall of one’s room. Or when the immensity of the stars or the blue of the sky reached us for a moment and lingered, then faded and was forgotten. Tapestry of little moments, always landing on the same spot, hitting the mark each time. 

Many things we had wanted and worked for spiritually start to begin, but not as we had pictured them. A light nothingness, a light of consciousness, enters our lives. Something is somehow awake—but is not ‘me’ or ‘you’ personally. Light appears in us, our human vessels. It accompanies us at times. 

There is only one Light, the same light shining in each individual candle.

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We can understand that the person one is, and this life, are exactly what the light of higher centers needs to experience in order to evolve–through self-awareness. 

Consciousness is Love. Conscious love. May we become this love.

This light appears often when we are alone. The many stimuli outside make it more difficult to focus on this light when with people or engaged in the external world. Circumstances can make receiving it, and therefore the possibility of sharing it, less easy. Sharing it is another bridge to cross, another step to climb. 

May we become big enough, or is it small enough, to share it.

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The journey of our souls is far from complete. The sense of the Light being personal is still strong, even if we know that it is in fact one universal and same Light.

May we become this purity.

River

It must be one’s own, yet not one’s own

And it must not be mine, but ours

It must not be borrowed nor imitated

Must not be coveted nor desired to possess

It must flow like a river

River inside you and outside you

Down towards the green sea of senses

Up towards the clouds and the blue sky.

This article and poem are excerpts from Light Unexpected, an Apple Book by Shel Patrickson, a long-time student of the Fourth Way in Belgium. For more articles and poems by Shel, see: https://fourthwaytoday.org/author/shel-patrickson/.

https://books.apple.com/us/book/light-unexpected/id6741762642