Seed of Light

Jandoo muttered next to me, “Look at her, hunched over that little black

book, scribbling away. What does she think? That she mustn't miss

recording a single nugget of thought, as though she may upon review,

discover that she unknowingly recorded brilliance in her very own little

book?”

I, his fellow observer in an airborne craft well out of view of the woman

being discussed, snorted briefly and replied. “Yes, it is peculiar. She is one

of those who is drawn more inward, as they say. And yet, why else would

she have shown up on our scanner? There is something more here, I

daresay. Best continue for now to see what correlation we may discover

between her light and her outward appearance."

“Yes, Darmus, of course”. Jandoo pressed a sequence of areas on his panel

of the interface, refining filters that then changed the display screen ahead

just above eye level. This allowed us to see that the woman, a curly, brown-

haired caucasian type with glasses, was indeed possessed of an unusually

strong light, emanating we now can specify, from the area that humans

most closely associate with the heart. This was already felt in our shared

neural network of central knowing, however the visual display serves as a

sort of objective corroboration, free of any individual bias or filter that we

may have even despite our use of telepathy as our primary mode of

communication. The depth and reciprocity that we enjoy in our exchanges,

although allowing us to perceive things such as one human’s particular

light vibration, doesn’t extend itself to ultimate knowing, rather alignment

and persuasion.

While my crew member further studies the woman’s etheric field using the

technology of the ship, I sit back on one of the two raised and cushioned

daises in this small observation terminal. Folding my long, slender legs in

closer to my form, I close my physical eyes and open my inner one. Almost

instantly, my focus is drawn into her immediate vicinity. My astral body is

now in the same room of her tiny home with her but she does not perceive

my presence. The intention is to observe only at this point as we gather

more details about her life and level of awareness that may offer clues as to

why she houses such brilliance of light within her being. Later, I can choose

to peer in a little more closely if I wish but I will need to blend our energies

carefully without infringing on her will or disturbing her in any way.

I gather now her name is Ana, this is clear as are other details of her life,

what is called the makeup of such. Her age, her family, her place of

employment, hobbies, food preferences...all of these and many

more nuances unfold like a bloom of understanding.

At this moment, Ana is recording into the little soft-bound black

book the excitement of a research grant for $20,000 she was recently

awarded. Later, I will download all of the data I’ve collected from this trip

into our storage to be added to the composite that is shaping up nicely,

thanks to Jandoo’s quick and agile extrapolations with the energy interface.

Petite in form, her face is overshadowed by the large glasses that house

lenses for a rather strong prescription and the shoulder length hair that is a

riot of curls and frizz. The ambiance in the room at the moment is very still,

as though she has been sitting quietly for some time while she writes in the

book. I sense that she is utterly absorbed in this task and has not looked up

in a long while. It is comfortable here in her presence, so unlike many of

the other humans who occupy this planet. Her energy radiates outward and

fills up the room, so to speak. I enjoy this part of my mission, the moments

when I can subjectively appreciate our human brothers and sisters.

Ana lifts her head suddenly from her book, shaking the hair back

from her face to peer towards the bay window, in my direction .

Mouth dropping open in consternation at my appearance in her office, I in

turn close my inner seeing eye to return at once to my physical

body aboard the ship, many miles above her in the sky.