The Nada Chronicles

Volume 12

Just moments ago it was raining. Not only here, but also faraway. There were heavy local showers in the Netherlands and continuing rainfall, floods and trouble elsewhere in Europe. Where I was, the heavens still looked a bit grey but full of ozone and smelled fresh, elated and full of expectation.

Askew above me an oval shining golden spot in the veil of clouds attracted my eye. To my surprise and with an elegant swing I unexpectedly rose up from the earth and travelled up in the direction of the golden gate in the air

An unseen force took me and I wondered what to expect. What was it that pulled at me? Who brought this about? I had no idea. All I knew was that it was serene. A warm tranquillity enveloped me and I forgot all my earthly worries, assured it was unconditional love that accompanied me.

A presence, a force spoke about compassion, about kindness and the power that unites all living souls in this and other universes. It was the power of God/Goddess/Source. The Power of Life, the Ki, or anything else you would name it. And all those sentient beings that had been confronted with the mischief of the waters were, without exception, aware or unaware, connected to this universal power of existence. Thus they were able to choose to literally keep their heads above the waters in order to survive, either here or there.

I looked about and saw fragments of clouds, which became clearer as we climbed. We? It occurred to me that the love I was feeling really was a companion. Someone who travelled with me, who passed with me through the skies and showed me things I had not been consciously aware of.

It grew lighter and brighter, and by and by as we climbed I felt light as a feather. The luminosity was intense and more and more I felt a lightness, a love, and a power of life that bathed and caressed me.

Now we flew over a sloping landscape. My companion, whom I still could not see but could feel, showed me some astonishing objects, such as an immense glass building with a huge dome. Saint Peter’s Church in Rome would fit inside it many times. In the structure extraordinary beings were seen, and for me it wasn’t clear at all what the activities they performed could mean. But when we floated over the dome, I perceived a wisp of a blissful affection that was emanating, from my viewpoint, upon not too beautiful creatures.

Farther on I noticed a large piece of granite that stood high above the landscape like a loose tooth. While coming closer the stone seemed to vibrate slowly. It revealed images about good and bad things it had perceived during its long existence. This huge piece of stone radiated oneness and a sensation of solidarity with all that is animated. The granite seemed to pulsate with a life of its own.

In the distance a marble pyramid arose out of a great green forest. On the tip of the pyramid a small platform was built and some sort of flying machine was parked there, out of which a number of reptile-like beings stepped down. One of those looked up with cold yellow eyes, it’s pupils distinctly marked with broad black vertical bands. To my astonishment the creature raised a four-fingered hand and unmistakably showed a Peace sign!

On and on we went. The forest disappeared, replaced by an immeasurable sea of flowers that waved in a gentle breeze. Bigger and lesser animals, both carnivores and plant eaters, roamed peacefully alongside each other. Some were unfamiliar to me.

Many birds were flying about and sometimes settled upon foliage or solitary trees in between the colourful beauty of the various flowers. I just couldn’t stop looking at all this loveliness, all the stunning colours of which many I had never seen before. I felt more delighted all the time. My happiness increased and became exuberance, and I felt like revolving in the air in order to feel one with all the splendour. My body seemed to vibrate with a bliss I had never before experienced.

It wasn’t over yet, because a short distance further on a big swollen river meandered. We crossed it, and on the other side I saw quite a different story. The town on that side of the river was flooded. Farther on the high grounds were barren and dry. The buildings that we saw had become ruins by the ravages of time, and the beings that lurked there repelled me. I did not want to mingle with them in any way. Seeing them caused me intense fear.

It was at that precise moment my companion asked me if I thought that these beings, just like me, would not be children of God and if they would also be in need of the possibility to choose for the light if so desired? Of course. It had happened again. Once again I had succeeded in judging others without thinking. With a blush of shame I could only admit that these beings also had the freedom to choose for themselves, and that sometimes only a little push was needed to make them understand that they also had been called to the light.

And there was another aspect. No light without darkness; no up without down; no dry ground without water. It seemed that once again I had to be reminded about these facts.

I was still a bit ashamed, yet by and by as we flew the ground became greener and the horizon lighter. I was relieved because again I had learned something, and this was first hand information that was something to be very grateful for. I looked sideways to my companion and wanted to thank her, but still I couldn’t see anything, nada, niente, nothing, nichts. Yet I heard a warm voice that said:

“Do you realize now what it is to be light and to feel it and to give it away? Are you aware now that the heaviness and the darkness that you felt are only apparent? Do you know now that the dualities that you experienced are only a means to be able to recognize the existence of light? It is the light to be able to see, the light to be, the light to grant. The sight of the gate in the heavens touched you and inside you there was a question. You wanted to know what was behind that gateway. And now I ask you: did you find what you were looking for?”

Yes, I had found it, and more. I had learned a great lesson and I made the intent that when I returned to earth, I would be that light. Feel it and carry it forward. Because why do we have to maintain this illusion of heaviness when it is so much easier to let the light and the love within us come to the open? Is it not so much easier to carry a light stone than a heavy one? Is it not so much easier to read by the light of a lamp in the evening, than to spoil your eyes in the darkness?

On that very moment I was back on the ground and gratefully I looked up, where I saw that the golden gate was closed again.

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