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“There’s no such thing as ‘alone,’” my guides told me the other day. I was in my usual morning meditation, inquiring into a dream I’d just had overnight. Like a typical dream, it seemed random to my rational brain. But there was one symbol in particular that was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, asleep or awake.
It was a floating, multicolored, shimmering streak of light that hovered about eye level and morphed into various organic, abstract forms, as it was inspired to do so. This light was alive with a consciousness and an emotive expressiveness. It’s like the light was dancing, playing, and delighting in its own existence.