To "know" about Her, read Reaching through the Darkness, pulling in my Light.

Somewhere, perhaps in more than one Sphere,a soft golden glow falls gently under a window shade,you can almost hear the Light sing,pleased to be free, from the early morning haze.I know that so many times I have spoken about my desire to be freeandmy constant struggle with materiality.But, once, just once, I choose to think selfishly.Impelled by the power of my Will,the inner architect of my Mind forms the blueprint of the Vision I wish to build.Light within, twists and bends, slowly creating,my most precious creation.Inner vision scans the scene, as if it were being beamed onto a movie screen andwhat is it that my inner ears, hears?For a moment I am taken back, am I eight again?Wait,that is when this vision began.It is because of that song,sometimes it would play, for the span, of an eight year olds summers day is long.A School House Rock singer sings about the beauty of Three‘cause it IS a magic number.Instead, this time, the Man is me.Shehas made it through the Darknessandin Her loving arms laysOUR creation,made,Selfishly.