The Fountain of Light & The Light Warriors

The underworld is full of surprises and always retains the capacity to surprise.  It is never quite what it seems, and there is always more to it than first meets the (third) eye!  Today in my journey to the underworld, I was taken to a fountain.  But this was no ordinary fountain.  Outside was the usual dark and drab overcoat of the underworld, but beneath a force field – for all the world like one of those shakeable snow ornaments you can buy at tourist attractions – flowed a fountain not of water, but of light or energy.  Around it were standard bearers holding long poles or tubes topped with flames of energy.  What flowed through the fountain and tubes was white in colour – or more accurately icy-white blue: white with the sort of bluey tinge you sometimes get with snow under a clear blue sky.

And here, beneath and beside the darkness of the underworld, sits the home of the light warriors.  Normally I voyage to the underworld to bring souls who have learned their lesson back to the light.  But this time, my mission was to bring a light warrior to this world.  The recent events in Syria have troubled me much more than other miseries in the world, to the extent that I thought I was being advised to channel bad energy towards the president there (something I would never do or dare to do).  I knew I had to do something, but I didn’t know what.  Now I realise that whatever has to be done will be done by the light warrior. 

If I do not meditate regularly, I find things start going wrong or breaking down in my life – usually electric bulbs or electrical appliances.  During this my latest break from meditation, however, it took the usual bulbs, two blown up car engines and a saucepan of soup left on the washing machine (the former caused an enormous racket and mess when the latter hit the spin cycle!) to finally grab my attention.  This time was an expensive lesson for me to learn, but I hope that the spirits will make it up to me in some other way.

So now the light warrior is of our world, and is on his way to Syria to confront and hopefully change the misguided powers in that country.  Where it will all lead I have no idea.  I have never encountered light warriors before: to me they appear to be made exclusively of light (where the fountain energy has a blue tinge to the white, they are pure white, although sometimes they may have a yellow tinge too).   If you have ever gazed at the sun, been temporarily blinded, then seen a white light when you blink and close your eyes – that is the energy and colour of the light warrior.  They are human in shape, and, I think, are silent.  They are purposeful, single-minded and very focussed on the task at hand.  I feel they take their instruction and instructions from a higher authority: most likely the King of the Underworld, though I think other powers from the upper world are involved too.  The most remarkable thing is that such light exists in the underworld, although it is cloaked from most, if not all, of the souls there.