Many of us consider ourselves to be lightworkers, in whatever form we choose to interpret that word—from being more kind, to being an activist or an advocate, to expanding and changing human consciousness. Recently, I had a new insight into my own work as a lightworker: it came as a conscious memory that we are light beings. We exist in a limitless light body, but our physical body covers it up with identity and story. Why? It came to me (in stillness) that our task as humans is not to understand what it means to be human, but to understand what it means to be a light being. To become aware of ourselves. Not just to be love, for example, as we are in our light bodies, but to feel love by experiencing it as outside of ourselves. And not just to feel love without understanding it, as a beloved pet or a baby might, but to be aware that we’re feeling it. And not just to be aware that we’re feeling love (which is what I have thought up till now), but to become aware that we are love. A strawberry cannot taste itself, as the Sufis say. In a way, as human beings, we are the strawberry learning to taste itself. We get confused about this when we identify with the taste rather than the strawberry. Or, in lightworker-language, we get confused when we identify more with being human than with being light.
