Peace and Love!
I was just sitting, thinking about the Community and the wonderful changes in the Site. I also thought about how quiet it was and desired to share something, so I asked the Brothers for assistance. I got the inspiration to share 7 Bright Spots, but I didn't want to entitle my post with that because it has been used before. "Tale Lights!" was revealed, so here we are!
Just as a reminder, Bright Spots are messages that are channeled to me from the Inner and are synchronized with some experience (thought, person, event, circumstances, etc.,) in the life of the individual who receives one. Here the 7 Tale Lights were channeled in rapid succession, Some of them containing visions, not just messages.
Please select the Tale Light that oscillates in your consciousness and share the meaning, if you desire. I was wondering how that would work for me since I was the recipient. Let's find out what happened for me and what happens for you.
Blue: "There's nothing here for me, so I'm going North."
Yellow: "If we don't meet at the Crossroads, I don't know where we'll meet."
Green: "Dig here. You'll find what you need."
Violet: Violet, snowcapped mountains; a village in the valley. Springtime.
Coral: "I watched the powerful horses fun forward; they scattered on the way back."
Red: Four white-robed beings are sitting around a fire; a fourth one in an ecru robe appears behind them, beyond the light of the fire. "'Better late than never,'' he said. "Put that out there." I was aware that the adage meant nothing to Him.
Orange: "Leadership."
Recording the Lights to post here, nothing happened when I got to the color orange; no message, no vision, so I took a few minutes to do a minor chore in the house. I sat back down, then saw my father whom I've been thinking a lot about lately, as he made the transition on January 31, 2000. Then I understood the orange Tale Light was meant for me. My father was a leader, a provider for his family, and in those capacities, he was awesome. Even now, I miss him. Suddenly, I saw many Beings rushing in, attracted to the Orange Tale Light. They were experiencing joy, chattering, scrambling and falling over each other."Post it," my father said.
Love and Light
Na'imah
Submitted by: Naimah on 01/18/2016
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Greetings Na’imah,
First of all, my heart goes out to you with you missing your father still. Mine had made his transition February 8,1990 and I still miss his physical presence, but I know that he is but a thought away.
I’m enjoying your,”Tail Lights” post! How interesting and fun this is, and thank you for inviting others to play (participate).
I right away connected with Violet: Violet, snowcapped mountains; a village in the valley. Springtime.
I love color, and the shirt I’m wearing now is violet covered with white sparkles.
As a child I’d go into the woods on our property and dig up wild violets growing on the ground among the trees and then transplant them in the yard. Purple Lilacs lined our driveway and purple Irises with yellow beards grew abundantly in flower beds scattered throughout the yard. The state I was born and raised in (Vermont) is mountainous with beautiful valleys, waterfalls, lakes and streams. The mountain peaks in winter always kissed white with snow and there they will lay nestled beneath that blanket until springs warm sun with fingers of gold once again awakens them from their long slumber. The small villages nestled within the valleys were alive with music from local musicians playing their musical instruments from a white gazebo in center square in the lazy days of summer. Children with homemade ice cream and watermelon in hand while adults sample pies, jams, and cakes galore spread atop checkered clothed tables. The gatherings in the village squares echo with a life that once experienced, will forever hold as sweet memory.
Just three and a half weeks ago I planted in my flower beds Tulips, Hyacinth, and Daffodil bulbs. I await with anticipation to see their heads appear, because soon after, their beautiful forms will display an essence of spectacular beauty and a perfume they gladly share.
Although I, at this time am not residing in Vermont, I try to keep in my sphere the things that bring me joy, and the plants that I plant in my flower beds where I presently reside certainly do.
Thank you Na’imah, I love tuning into color, and with your post you helped bring happy moments into my sphere!
Love and Light,
Lesley
What a beautiful place, Lesley! Just beautiful!
Love and Light,
Na’imah
As I was reading your post, I recalled several Light experiences I’ve had. Usually, whenever the self resurfaces and wants a piece of me, a bright “blue” flash appears (to remind me to look up instead of down). When I think of music, a coral light flashes. When I think of a teaching, a yellow light appears. But most special is “blue-white,” yes, it is most special, because it “talks” to me and appears with a bright sunlit smile. It is a dear gentle and loving friend, so I drop what I’m doing and enjoy the uplifting company for as long as it can be. Two years ago, shoveling snow in freezing -43 weather, my back hurt and my hands burned from cold. But the “blue-white” friend appeared and was with me all the hours I toiled in the cold, giving me encouragement and brotherly company so that I would endure those three frigid hours of work.
Sometimes I kiddingly ask the lights, are you for reals? So I will ask, “IF so, blink three times.” Well … blink, blink, and blink 🙂 When I work on the website or talk to my elder brethren, lots of blue, and sometimes blinding … blinks. So, let it blink, let it blink, let it blink.
Thank you, Roberto! So much Light!
A GOLDEN YELLOW BRIGHT SPOT:
Makomas lived with his wife Leah and their young son Jarvis on winding Tunica Road. He had spent the day helping his father with the yearly inventory at the family store, Greer’s Hardware, and had walked the mile-and-a-half there from home. On the way back, he decided to take the short cut through the woods, where he hadn’t been for many years. He thought he could get through in the moonlight, but the old path he remembered was now obliterated by heavy vegetation that made the woods seem ominous. Lost, making circuitous loops through the trees and brush, Makomas wished he’d accepted his father’s offer for a lift home. His thoughts zoomed to the time when he was a boy growing up on Tunica Road. It was unpaved then, and there were no street lights. He wondered how they had lived in all that darkness. Without natural light, the nights were as black as coal, and a walking night-traveler upon the road couldn’t see his hands before his face. Only the crunching sound of gravel beneath his feet kept him on the surface.
Suddenly, a large flock of grackles flying high upon the stratum between earth’s hovering source of night-light and the tall, spread-eagled trees, opened their beaks and screeched into the night. Makomas looked up and caught a glimpse of a few of the black birds in the patches of Light, grateful for the flash in his consciousness, that they were headed for Orphas Valley. He turned in the direction of their flight path and moved carefully, pushing his way through the thicket. After a few minutes, he emerged upon Tunica…the moonlight beaming sacredly above his head.