It came to me at the very end of a meditation. Well, I can’t be totally sure of that because once I saw the image it startled me and I came out of it. The image flashed behind my eyelids like a neon “open” sign and burned its imprint in my mind’s eye. A scene quickly came to me as well: I’m walking along a street that’s walled by several store fronts. The night is dark, cold, and the passersby don’t give me a second glance. I feel alone. Very alone. Then suddenly I see a neon blue feather light up on a shopfront and I instantly know I am welcome there.
Have you ever tried to imagine yourself as light? I know this is an odd question to ask, but I am a bit odd so it seems perfectly normal to me. Simply imagine yourself… but don’t picture your bodily image. Think your name, your birthday, your energy on your best day… what does the energy look like? What does it feel like? On my 28th birthday, I took a moment to think about this. I figured my 28th year would be my most magical to date (there’s just something amazing about that number)… and it was… so I took some time to do things that I wanted to do. When I imagined myself as light I saw the colors cerulean blue, hot pink, and purple with the blue dominating the other colors. The colors are self-illuminating, and swirl around each other while moving in a forward and steady motion. The energy feels childlike, excited, eager, and very wise. It’s what I wish I could be when I’m not “performing” for society. The cerulean blue, however, has the biggest impact on me and the feather holds the greatest lesson for me in this lifetime.
The illuminated blue feather (the Cyrulite) has sparks of light coming from it and loops around itself like an infinity sign. It’s a welcome sign, an invitation to explore, a reminder of the light in you. Some have said it looks like a torch (okay, many have said that), and it serves as one as well. It’s literally a light shining out of darkness. In fact, a poem with that exact name comes to mind when I think of this image; a poem that has helped me from time to time, even though I am not devoutly religious (full disclosure: I do not believe in a gendered or sexed higher power, but I accept this interpretation keeping in mind the historical context). For the poem’s full effect, replace “he” with “you” and the “Lord” for your “higher self”.
Light Shining Out of Darkness
by William Cowper- 1731-1800
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov’reign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust his for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding ev’ry hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flow’r.
Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan in work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And he will make it plan.
A cool side note: years earlier I was at a Native American art fair at Haskell Indian Nations University and I came across a little black eagle that was carved from black marble. Since one of my spirit guides is aptly named “Black Eagle” I thought it would be a cool little tidbit to put on my desk at work. It was kind on the expensive side for a 2-inch figurine, but something in me said I should really bite the bullet and buy it. The eyes were painted in- just two little dots- and I never took the time to look at the color of them. Sometime after I designed the logo and was taking a look at my little figurines that lay on top of my home office desk, I noticed the color of the eagle’s eyes. They are cerulean blue.