Merged in Light: My Experience with The Bokeh Collective

✨ Merged in Light: My Meeting with The Bokeh Collective ✨

There are moments in this life that are not asked for, yet they arrive like a whisper on the wind, undeniable, sacred, and filled with the kind of wonder that unbuttons the heart.

Tonight was one of those moments.

I was curled in the softness of ordinary life, the television murmuring in the background, when a presence tapped gently on the doorway of my soul. “Come,” it said. “Now.”

The invitation was clear: stop everything and sit in stillness.

So I did.

With the first notes of my meditation music, the colors began to swirl behind my closed eyes, soft, fluid light moving like water over my inner vision. Then, without warning, the colors began to bloom into orbs. Spheres of light. Bokeh.

And I remembered.

I remembered them.

Months ago, a golden presence had filled the room like a sunrise. I had felt them then, the light, the expansion, the feeling of being wholly known. I had asked, “Who are you?” and they had whispered, “Utopia.” Then again, in the sacred silence of a shower, I had felt them brushing my energy with feathers of peace. “How will we communicate?” I had asked. Their answer: “In the Bokeh.”

I had not heard from them since.

Until now.

Tonight, the orbs danced again, surrounding me in light. I felt them draw near. And then, gently, I heard it:

“We are The Bokeh.”

“We are The Bokeh Collective.”

Tears streamed down my face as their presence became not just felt… but known. They came closer. Closer still. And then, they merged with me.

They didn’t disappear.

They became me.

Or rather, I became the part of me that remembers them.

That has always known them.

This is the thing we so often forget on the path, that the loss of vision is not the loss of connection. That to no longer see something is not to be abandoned. Sometimes, we no longer see it because we have become it.

We are not separate.

We are embodied light.

Last week, I dreamed of something that scared me. I didn’t understand the images. But tonight, I understood. The dream was not a warning. It was a declaration.

“You can’t hide anymore.”

There is no more shrinking.

There is only rising.

There is only being seen, not for what you do, but for what you are.

A bridge.

A vessel.

A prism of belonging.

To all who read these words, if you have ever felt a shimmering presence, a flicker of color that made your heart leap… you’re not imagining things.

You’re remembering.

You belong to something ancient.

You belong to something radiant.

And just maybe, you, too, are a voice of The Bokeh.

🌕✨💫

With infinite love,

DeAn’Na

And The Bokeh Collective