The Visions

The Vision of Refulgent Splendour

In refulgent splendour does the Light pour ever forth from the Source of all things; unremitting, unrelenting. This Light, this glorious Light that goes beyond Silver and Gold, suffuses the darkness and gives birth to all Creation; vibrancy, energy, coagulation. Hence comes Life, and with Life the light of Love.

Gentle, subtle, all-pervasive, so ever-present in its purest form that we are blind to the canvas it creates, upon which all of Life is painted. All things appear therein, even those which, to our eyes, appear dead, lifeless. The very ground on which we walk, the rocks, the oceans, the air itself are, by their being, testimony to the immanence of this Light.

In many ways do we partake thereof; in song, in dance, in joy and love, in health, in healing, and in the urge to procreate, to create, to bring into being where before there was no thing. In these acts, these expressions of our humanity and our divinity do we express the Light, do we focus and direct. In communion with all things do we open ourselves to the primal force of all Creation; to caring, to healing, and to Life. Understanding, compassion, and sorrow, are all ours. Sorrow for the turning aside, the blindness, the rejection of the wholeness of the world. Yet in face of walls of silence, of blankness, of uncaring, of all the deeds of lonely fear and cold, we must ever be as vessels for the Light, pouring forth, through us, into the void that is non-being.

Those who are set against us are in this way through ignorance and fear; ignorance born of blindness; and fear, born of loneliness and isolation — the isolation that comes from the sense of oneself as separate from and forsaken by the world in which we move. Understanding this, we cannot meet ignorance with ignorance; fear with fear. Though 'tis as water poured on gravel, we still must be as channels for the ever-present Light, streaming forth from our being in waves of calm, and kind regard.

Those who are set against us in this way do shut themselves from the Light, and court death. Yet even death is part of the on-going plan, for death, decay and darkness are the empty void, which gives the Light more space in which to grow.

Imagine then the Light; first twinkling, growing, pulsing, then cascading forth in wave on wave of radiant colour, consuming all and joining all in one.