I am the light...

There once was a soul who knew itself to be the light. This was a new soul, and so, anxious for experience. "I am the light" it said "I am the light". Yet all the knowing of it and all the saying of it could not substitute for the experience of it. And in the realm from which this soul emerged, there was nothing but the light. Every soul was grand, every soul was magnificent, and every soul shone with the brilliance of My awesome light. And so the little soul in question was as a candle in the sun. In the midst of the grandest light - of which it was a part - it could not see itself, nor experience itself as Who and What it Really Is.

Now it came to pass that this soul yearned and yearned to know itself. And so great was its yearning that I one day, "Do you know, Little One, what you must do to satisy this yearning of yours?"

"Oh, what, God? What? I 'll do anything!" The little soul said.

"You must separate yourself from the rest of us," I answered, " and then you must call upon yourself the darkness."

"What is the darkness?" O Holy One?" the little soul asked.

"That which you are not," I replied, and the soul understood.

And so this the soul did, removing itself from the All, yea, going even unto another realm. And in this realm the soul had the power to call into its experience all sorts of darkness. And this it did.

Yet in the midst of all the darkness did it cry out, "Father, Father, why hast Thou forsaken me?" Even as have you in your blackest time. Yet I have never forsaken you, but stand by you always, ready to remind you of Who You Really Are; ready, always ready, to call you home.

Therefore, be a light unto the darkness, and curse it not.


~ Conversations with God - By Neale Donald Walsch ~