The Light Society - Ch 1 (Draft)


T H E  L I G H T  S O C I E T Y

 

Chapter 1 :: The Rapture of Now

 

“Welcome to the resonance workshop,” said the man in black toward the group sitting in front of him. “Together we will learn how to harmonize and cast our voices into the infinite. You are here so that you may experience the resonant field. You are here so that you may know the rapture of now.”

The group of seven sat in front of the man in black, in the main hall, watching him closely in his black robe, listening to his words as he spoke. “Each one of you has been given a color to represent the harmonic frequencies of light. When we sing together, new voices are born upon the cascading waves of sound, in prismatic overtones. Listen closely and you will hear the cruciform webs of light, forming around us a latticework of silvery phosphorescence. This is how we transform, in a chrysalis of vibrations, and give birth to new sensations. During this workshop I will refer to you by the name of the color you wear.” The man in black caught eyes with the man wearing red and said, “Red, what do you know about brilliance?”

The man wearing all red stood and said, “When I think of brilliance I see in my mind an image of the Sun.”

“Thank you,” said the man in black. “We must remember that the entire night sky is as brilliant as the glowing Sun. We are here for vibrant hypnosis. To activate your resonant field. The sounds we sing carry with them magnetic potential. Please observe the circular pattern drawn on the floor. It is the seed of life, later we will learn about the vesica pisces and the geometries of sound." Black paused for a moment as the group settled in to their location. "Ok, let's join our voices in our first vocal expression. We will start with a single word and resonate for as long as we can. Focus your energy in the center of the circle, imagine there is a sphere of golden light, and repeat after me, the word Infinity."

"In • Fi • Ni  • Ty"

He sang in a slow melodic way, gesturing with his eyes for the group to join. “When we sing together, we can become invisible and visible, dissolving and evolving into the resonant field.” 

"In • Fi • Ni  • Ty"

As the group entered their first harmonic wave, Black raised his hands to the sky in an exaltation as they collectively chanted, "When we harmonize with each other we access potential reality, and solar energy. The sun itself is the gateway to other dimensions. Young woman in violet,” he said turning to her as the group chanted, “Please join me between the sounds with a new phrase.”

The woman in violet stood from her place on the floor and prepared herself to sing with black in between the groups chants:

“In • Fi • Ni  • Ty”

“It is written in the skies."

“In • Fi • Ni  • Ty”

"And it's written in your eyes."

“In • Fi • Ni  • Ty” 

“Thank you Violet,” said Black, focusing light from a window above onto a crystalline disk between his fingers. “Please continue the prayer. When we sing together we become a family of light, and we have all we desire. I offer you the colors of creation,” Black spoke, eyes closed, waiting for the chant to echo again, and then turned his eyes toward the young woman in yellow who was singing softly. Black walked up to her and knelt down to whisper to her directly, “Have you felt your mouth choked with jewels and colored glass, “ he whispered, “have you allowed yourself to exhale beyond the threshold of decency? Sing with us,” he spoke to the woman in yellow lovingly and she stood up and joined Black, encouraged to send her voice loudly into the pulsing sound:

“In • Fi • Ni  • Ty”

Yellow stood still for a moment, slightly adjusting in her new radiant skin, as the group honored her with their eyes. Then Black, looking at her said, “Immortality exists in the immediate surrender of our identity, that we hold so dear. As you sang I imagined you curved against a doorway, your insides spread to the sun like ruby tulips, eating a ripe young fruit and drinking the breath of dawn. A sensual spirit moving in diamonds and colored glass, perfectly octagonal. I heard you, with so rude a mouth, removing your veils and turning over slowly in the light. I see your silvery tongue reaching to taste the wet night. I see a shrine in the depths of the jungle,” said the man in black to the woman in yellow. “Now, let us close our eyes and imagine the golden egg in the center of the circle hatching, fertilized by the music into a baby bird engulfed in flame and dazzling geometry. Do you see it?” said Black turning to the man in the emerald robe. “How does it make you feel Green?”

“As I closed my eyes I saw an endless fountain of light and I imagined the wings of a Phoenix filled with some kind of life force,” said Green.

Black bowed slightly and turned to the woman in orange. “What did you see Orange amidst the crowd of radiating wings?” asked the man in black.

Orange closed her eyes and replied, “Our mouths were a single organism, an orgy of colored glass."

"And you, Blue, what did you see?” asked the man in black.

‘As if teleported by the sound I saw my tongue made of ruby swinging over a crystalline forest, like teeth made of jewels. I thought, what is bliss if not this,” said Blue. “I could hear the formation of chandeliers filled with light. We were each birds in flight, and I could see us riding the vmitrifying dew to the sun at dawn, moving past joy into delirium, dividing the sky.”

Yellow turned to Orange who was sitting directly next to her, “We gorged ourselves upon the ocean floor and found a fetish for the oscillating tones.” The two sitting next to each other turned to harmonize together, until their mouths touched in an echoing resonance:

“In • Fi • Ni  • Ty”

"It is written in the trees."

“In • Fi • Ni  • Ty”

"And it's written in the leaves."

“In • Fi • Ni  • Ty”

 “Yes, that is the vesica pisces. The genesis pattern or womb of creation. When two make three. You are now a spectral family. You’ve done with lips what lovers’ lips like, in the street, in the sun, in front of everyone,” said the man in black. “When we sing, and when we die, here beneath the featureless sky, imagine the crystalline forest, a latticework of bifurcating trees. Remember the Song of infinity flying over the lusty stillness of nature. Our voices together lighting the lamps of night, with warm glowing oil. We sing the new world into being.”

In • Fi • Ni  • Ty”

"To accelerate this process I bring you a gift. I’ve received an optical instrument from the woman in white, with her great fan of iridescent eyes, that draw you in with their cries.” 

 

5/18/20

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