Communications from Beyond

It had been nine years, six months, three weeks, and a day since Sophie had a place to call home. Nearly a decade since she’d left her husband, their house, and virtually all her belongs. Following a few months of couch and internet surfing, she stumbled into the career she’d been doing ever since.

Stability always seemed to elude Sophie. Even homeownership and marriage only lasted six month before the assault prompted her immediate departure and tirelessly relocating to stay beyond the reach of her assailant. Her profession paired perfectly to living an anonymous lifestyle. Acquaintances often envied her gypsy existence, romanticizing her worldly lifestyle as if she was on a never-ending adventure. But it was a solitary life. One she was growing increasingly tired of maintaining. Her existence was an endless stream of hotel rooms and budding relationships which dissolved upon her departure. She longed for home. A place she could call her own, grow a garden, and put down roots. While the whole world around her seemed eager to get the next new thing, all Sophie could dream about was finding somewhere to settle into a routine. She wanted to eat off the same dishes everyday, know the quirks of her plumbing, and be familiar with how the seasons shifted year to year. She wanted to know what it was like to stay put. But would it ever be safe for her to do so?

For years, the traumas of her past persistently motivated her transient existence, but now she felt a constant, growing urge to stop moving and find stillness. This urge would jolt her awake with dreams of being sucked into a vortex or floating up into space, unable to return to the ground. Gasping for air, drenched in sweat, her eyes would fly open only to discover another unfamiliar, impersonal room and she’d panic all over again. Her contract in Portugal was ending in two days and she had no intention of finding another gig afterward. Once her work was complete she’d fly back to the states, pick up her RV at the storage facility in Houston, and set out to find land.

Decision making came easy to Sophie in only one area of her life; which jobs to take. Everything else remained a complete mystery to her. Deciding which area of the world to call home was the most baffling conundrum of them all. She’d spoken to astrologers, read blogs, perused research, polled locals and co-workers — all in an effort to decode some clue as to where she could set up shop and be safe.

For her forty-fourth birthday one of those co-worker booked Sophie a session with a local psychic her last week in Portugal. The woman greeted her at the door, led her into the parlor, and abruptly informed Sophie that the time had come to stop and turn to face her demon. No palm reading, tarot cards, or crystal ball, just a few short sentences.

“You are losing yourself by not confronting your pursuer. Soon nothing will remain of you but a hollow shell. Help is coming. You will not have to face this alone,” informed the frail, intense woman. Astonished, Sophie followed the woman back to the front door and exited.

She boarded a plane to Houston the following Friday.

Sophie recalled the message from her psychic reading repeatedly as she prepared her RV for departure. It had been in storage several months. Thankfully, Greg, the onsite manager, charged her battery once a month while she was away. The engine rumbled to life. Sophie let it run to charge the onboard batteries while she unloaded her bags from the taxi and settled into her place. She drove to a nearby RV park and reserved a spot for the next two nights. By the end of her stay she’d have a destination in mind. At least, that’s what she hoped.

Several hours of web browsing with the keywords — off-grid, community, RV park — led Sophie to a website about intentional communities. There she found it. Desert Rose Sanctuary. Her decision was made. She’d be driving eight hours to a community in Arizona that fostered abandoned animals and wayward souls. The community was just forming, but they had all the amenities she required. Plus the website listed land for sale. Sophie excitedly reserved a vacant lot for one month with the intention to explore the investment potential.

She arrived shortly after nine PM, hooked up her water and power, and fell fast asleep until a knock at the door stirred her from a dream.

“Good morning, ma’am, you must be Sophie Grant. I’m Stan. You want to get some shoes on and follow me over to the welcome center?” the sandy haired, middle aged man suggested.

“Sure,” Sophie replied still shaking off the dream Stan had interrupted, another one in which she had been falling into an abyss that seemed both down and out into space at the same time. She slipped on some sandals and followed Stan down the dirt path toward the center of the property.

She happily discovered that hot coffee was a perk of going to the welcome center with Stan. Seeing her light up, he gestured to help herself while he collected the paperwork she needed to fill out. He returned with sales brochures about plots, rules about her RV site, WiFi passwords, and local attractions. After filling out forms, paying for her stay, and getting the introductory speech, Sophie walked back to her RV and decided to unpack her big suitcase. The past couple days her carry-on bag had sufficed to meet her needs, but now she was ready to fully nest.

She took a cautious sip of coffee, found the temperature to be perfect, and tipped back her head for a big gulp.

Sophie scrolled through her music library, found an album from Danit, an artist she’d discovered while working in Costa Rica, and pressed play. She tossed her luggage on the bed and began unpacking. She was through one half of the contents when she noticed an unfamiliar item tucked away in an inner pocket. Sophie reached in and pulled out a little black book.

What is this?

She examined the stitching on the spine and blank covers. After a brief hesitation, she opened it to reveal its contents. It appeared the little black book was a journal. English writings occupied most of the pages. Others were filled with doodles or pen drawings. Some pages were covered with blue ink, some with red, and others with black. As she skimmed through the contents, she noticed the handwriting differed from entry to entry and some pages had strange symbols in the margins.

Should I be looking at this?

She sat down next to her suitcase with the book resting on her lap.

How did this end up in my bag? Should I read it and see if I can figure out who the owner is? It looks like there could be several owners. But how did I get it?

Guided by indisputable curiosity, Sophie grabbed her coffee and the little black book, walked into the sitting area, sat down on the couch, and opened the cover to page one.

Dear Reader,

We are the many friends of humanity here to encourage a harmonious transition from unconscious survival reality to a conscious thriving paradigm. While we do not interfere with individual freedom, we offer support, guidance, and praise to engage the vibration of love and wholeness. This book is intended for you personally to read and contemplate on its contents. View the symbols before meditation. Saturate your mind with these insights so you may return to the perspective of the heart and be at peace.

With loving gratitude,

The Light Collective

P.S. Sophie, we tailored this information specifically for you.

Stunned, Sophie closed the book and sat back. The nature of her work had brought her into contact with some pretty phenomenal events. And yet, the book she held in her hands seemed more unbelievable than anything she’d seen before. Each page she read seemed to reveal another extremely potent and uniquely personal nugget of wisdom for her to apply to her life at this particular time. The writers shared recommendations on foods she should and shouldn’t consumed based on her personal chemistry and anatomy. One entry offered her an analysis of her recent dreams and what evolutionary process she was addressing, including the dream she’d been having that morning when Stan showed up at her door. Each page create more stillness and clarity within her. After several hours of reading and studying the symbols, she felt completely relaxed physically and fully alert in her senses. She experienced each sound distinctly, smell crisply, vision vibrantly, thought clearly, and emotion purely.

Was this the help the psychic spoke of?

As she neared the end, a random thought popped up. Will this book reveal to me the location to settle down? Or will the answer remain unknown to me? The inquiry swept away all sense of openness and relaxation. In an instance, she was tense with concern, fear, and longing. She turned to the last page.

Dearest One,

I have been with you for many lifetimes. It has been a great privilege to watch the grace with which you have navigated the hardships and brutality common in this paradigm. I assure you, this type of education is no longer useful to you. Your energetic signature no longer requires cruelty or persecution to motivate evolution. The one who has mistreated you the most is leaving the physical realm within a few days. You will be facing the pain of this pivotal relationship and the freedom their transition into nonphysical form will ignite within you soon. Bless yourself and their spirit as best you can, beloved.

Uncertainty is of the greatest use to you in this incarnation and remains a lifelong companion. You have come to learn the attributes of trust and uncertainty is your teacher. Rejoice! For you are a dedicated student and teacher.

The unstable patterns of your early years are complete. Now you have entered a period of integration. The Light Collective has placed the sum of $20,000 dollars in your suitcase. It is folded into a lovely scarf you purchased in the marketplace. We encourage you to use this money to acquire a plot of land here. The one at the end of the path marked with a snake is ideal, though the choice is yours. You will meet several people from your galactic tribe in the coming few years at this location. We offer you this resource to assist you with the cost of building supplies. The alternative materials you have researched would be more than suitable for your needs. Enjoy this gift and the ensuing process of ‘putting down roots’ as you say. Please note, this is not a final destination. Rest and rejuvenate here knowing there are more adventures to come. This offering is given to nurture your current phase of evolution, encourage self care and reflection, and affirm this is a good space to settle and integrate the transformation you have undergone.

With loving gratitude,

The Light Collective

P.S. You are a member of The Light Collective. Thank you for your continued service and dedication.

The back pocket of the little black book held one photo — a picture of several luminous beings standing together. Sophie felt a sweet moment of remembrance followed by a devastating wave of grief. While her father had abused, manipulated, deceived, and demeaned Sophie in this lifetime, she now understood why. He showed her the value of trust. He seemed so different in the photograph.

As dusk arrived she stood, walked to the suitcase, located her new scarf, and gazed out the window as the sun set beyond the mountains, tears streaming down her cheeks, while Danit sang on the playlist Sophie set to repeat hours, what felt like lifetimes, before.