No words are going to do this justice.
We were face-to-face and eye-to-eye, and the light and his eyes were gold, gold, gold. Love poured out of them like I’d never seen; and there were voices going “Yes, that is what His eyes are like–eyes of Love”. When you looked at them, you had the feeling that you were all that existed while in his gaze. If every human could look at one another like that, it would be Heaven on earth.
While in his gaze, I still had awareness of my questions, but without judgement I also realised they were silly and inconsequential; I already knew the answers. Ask anyway, he invited, and like a child I blurted that I wanted to go home.
In good time, came the gentle laugh from his mind to mine.
What’s my purpose here? I want to go home. And I said this even as I knew I’d asked for this life, for my purpose, for this time on earth, and this chance for some “fun”. But his presence reminded me of a way of being and feeling that was so rare here on earth, that along with his golden light and being wrapped, held and protected in his presence, I felt dreadful homesickness.
The answer was in more than words, but included: Do what you came to do first, and joyfully. Everything in its time. Joyfully.
What stayed clearer than the words was the sight and the sensation of his eyes, and me waking up wondering how I could have eyes like those. Of course I know the answer to that too, but my human self doubts, because my heart still has limits.