I lived in somewhat of an ashram for a year and a half. It was somewhat because it was an old resort that actually held meditation classes for people around the world and I was on the maintenance staff. There were many times when the air was so lively and thick I felt I could literally swim in it if I moved my arms with a swimming stroke. The air had a celestial quality to the light, one that I can still see today. When I’m really happy I can see that everything is made of light. It is the kind of light that you see streaming through a window where, when it breaks up it becomes all the colors of the rainbow. It looks like light coming from a prism and it is alive.

One day we had some visitors from the main ashram. These people had been meditating for long periods of time almost all their life. They met with us to answer questions one day and that’s when I saw them. There were three 10-12 foot angels standing on the stage with them. They never moved or acknowledged anything. There were no distinct features other than they had a human form and were made of light. It was the same kind of streaming through the window, prism like light except that they all had different colors. Each being had prism-like light continually streaming through them except that each one’s shades of light were different, and their light kept changing and moving. They gave off such a sense of profoundness and caring that my eyes welled up with tears. I just sat through the brief meeting watching the angels and feeling overwhelmed and when it was over we were escorted from the room. That was one of the highest peak experiences of my life which happened over twenty years ago yet I still remember it like it was yesterday.