The sun beats down like a shower of rain, warming my upturned face. The clouds clear and I look forward to a break in the haze of my life.
“Open your eyes,” I hear.
And in the breath of a moment I know. My eyes shoot open. I haven’t seen him in ages, but his voice warms me.
Beloved cradles my face in his hand. His thumb gently running over my cheek, but I have a distinct feeling he’s not here for me.
“We have work to do,” he says. He takes my hand and steps back through a colorful haze. “I have been tasked with this challenge.”
Deep in the back of my mind, in that part where 3D me lives, I know this is not real. I know there’s no way I could be walking through a cool bank of color-rich clouds painted like pastel-tinged Easter eggs. He guides me through the edges of the forest that border that university campus where the Dragonfly led my lessons. The music of our footsteps completes the fantasy, and the 3D mind falls asleep.
“You have been given a gift.”
I nod, even though I don’t know what he’s talking about.
“Your words will reach many for us.”
I could tell you what he said, word for word, but some of my readers will miss the point, he tells me. It’s about love and the Law of One, and the Children of the Law of One and Synchronicity and Harmony and Home.
“Tell them without the metaphors,” he smiles and I laugh. I know he’s kidding. He’s one of those who thrives on metaphors when he talks, but not as heavily as Teacher used to. I guess this is too important for metaphors.
“Stand up and scream this to whoever wants to listen. We are immortal. Not just me and my like on this side of the veil, my dear. We are all. This is carved into your memory, but many don’t remember or won’t accept this legacy. Too many believe they are sinners, not realizing what sets them apart.”
And then I understand. The truth has been kept from us for a very long time. We try to be the best that we can, but the fear that has been fed us keeps us from feeling the love that our Source gives us every millisecond of every day.
“And the stars are helping,” Beloved says. The portal is opening. The more who realize by the time the portal closes, the more will step forward as warriors of the front lines.
“I don’t understand, Beloved. How am I supposed to help those who won’t be helped?” I refuse to force-feed my words. That’s not the kind of teacher I am. “That’s what my students love most about me – I reach them through their filters and help them find their own way.”
“And that is what you must continue doing.” Taking my hands in his, he lays them flat, running his fingers over them.
I close my eyes and focus on what I feel. His fingers are not touching me, but my palms tickle. In that place where my imagination lives, I see liquid gold pouring over my hands and my eyes flutter open again.
“What are you doing? What am I supposed to be doing?” The fear squeaks out despite my attempts to be brave.
“Shhh.” He signals me to close my eyes again as he continues this blessing over my hands. “Fear not. You will not be alone. There are others. You will be like rays leading the way. It may be difficult for you, but you will be opening the portal without the need for the planets to align again.”
His voice takes on a more serious tone, “Many humans have lost the ability to love themselves. It’s more than what Jesus said about loving others as oneself, it is about loving oneself as one loves the being they know as God.”
Beloved sits on a marble-like bench, motioning me to sit next to him, then he continues, “When they judge they turn from that which they call God, but God is within them. Loving self is key to loving God and loving God is key to loving self. Without that, hope is lost.” He clears his throat from the emotion that had built up. “When you pray to God, you are praying to the best part of you. Man is made in the image of God, after all. When that realization is made … ” his voices disappears in the thought.
“Is that my mission, my love?” My voice is timid, petrified by the answer I know he’s hiding.
“That is one,” he says. “You and the rays who will be working together are on the front lines of this war for the souls who are too easily led by fear.”
Just as quickly as this vision started, it ends, and I can’t help it. I fall to my knees and sob.
The Dragonfly’s Student