Saturday, 10 March 2018 11:45

A Beautiful Light

Finally, reading some George Anderson, specifically, his book Lesson’s From The Light.  Reading this book, thus far anyway, reminds me a lot of James Van Praagh and Michael Newton books regarding the information provided.  I’m only to page thirty-five, but there is a line on page thirty two that stopped me in my tracks.  It reads, “The hereafter, the actual “place,” has been described to me like a perfect endless summer day.  The temperature is mild, and everything is bathed in a beautiful light.”

I have always enjoyed sunshine and warmth from the sun, but after Quinton transitioned, suddenly a different element of daylight captured and pulled at my attention.  This change happened almost immediately, but after nearly nine years, I am unable to tell you specifically when.  I can tell you it was one afternoon, the light was different in some way.  Oh boy, how am I going to explain this in a meaningful way?  I can tell you, I immediately knew it and know it when I see it and feel it; when I experience it I immediately think of Quinton.  What I feel is a deep sense of peace within this light; from day one.  Interestingly (my code word for something wonderful is happening), I never noticed this light before.

As the sun begins its descent toward the horizon, the light begins to mute in a way.  No longer harsh and bright, but more soothing with yellow, peach and orange tones.  Rarely do I notice this in the morning.  Oddly, (another one of my code words), this isn’t something I notice daily.  The light is soft and peaceful, and again, reminds me of Quinton. 

So, after reading the above in George Anderson’s book, I realize this light I am trying and failing to completely describe MUST the very same light those on the other side have described to him.  It just has to be.  There are no coincidences.  And as I ponder this and have done so since Quinton has crossed the threshold, I realize that this is yet another way that Quinton communicates that he is with me in that moment.

I wish I had something more tangible for you, but I don’t.  All I have for you is this feeling and sense that impacts me when I am bathed in this beautiful light.  And this is beautiful and peaceful in its perfection.

Namaste

                                                                                                                                           

Published in Quinton's Messages