By Dipa Sanatani
On the eve of its birth, The Little Light finds itself in the topsy-turvy world of the Planet Party. The Sun, the Moon, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Venus, Saturn, Rahu, and Ketu – Celestial Beings from world mythology – bicker and squabble, just like any family. But they’re going to have to put their differences aside to help the Little Light – a wise soul, imbued with insight and curiosity – prepare for its reincarnation on Planet Earth, where it has a great and far-reaching destiny…
“You must be Surya,” the Little Light chimes in.
“Like Mercury here, I have many names,” the Sun says.
The Sun’s expression softens. He’s always happy to meet a Little Light. The other planets – even his son, Mercury – may not like him, but to all the Little Lights, he brings hope; something that they can always come home to. The Sun symbolizes the soul, the essence, and all that is good about life.
The dawn. The summer harvests. The summer festivals. The bright light at the end of the dark long tunnel. For eons, mankind even worshipped the Sun, built temples in his name, held great sacrifices and hearth fires at the solstices. That era has passed, but still humans acknowledge the Sun as the source of all life on earth. Without the Sun, life as we know it would cease to exist.
Unfortunately, no one ever stops to think about how hard it is to be the Father of the Universe. The breadwinner of the cosmos. The lonely provider that must give and give and give.
“Mercury blessed me with his gifts,” the Little Light says.
“My son has done well,” the Sun says. “Your astral body is beautiful.”
“Stop calling me, ‘my son’,” Mercury says haughtily. “I have a name, you know.”
“Must you always talk back?”
“Must you always treat me like an extension of you?”
“I am your father…”
Oh no, the F word again. Like clockwork, Mercury immediately stops listening. He mischievously puts on a smile and nods, politely saying ‘umm hmm’ now and then…
“Is he always this way?” the Little Light whispers in Mercury’s ear.
“Believe it or not, he’s mellowed,” Mercury whispers back. “He used to be even worse. Thankfully, the humans stopped building temples for him. His ego was even bigger back then.”
“What are you two talking about?” the Sun barks.
“Nothing important,” Mercury says, quickly changing the topic. “Enough with our father-son squabbles. We must begin manifestation.”
“Ah, of course,” the Sun says. “My apologies, Little Light. Please give me your hand.”
The Little Light stretches its silhouette-like hand towards the Sun. The Sun tenderly takes the Little Light’s hand in his. The Sun is so large that the Little Light’s adult astral body looks like a three-year old child next to his.
“Ah…,” the Sun says, sensing the Little Light’s soul mission. “Your light is far warmer and brighter than what I’ve seen in generations… In fact, since….”
Dipa Sanatani is the author of The Little Light. She’s lived, studied and worked in Singapore, Australia, Israel, Japan and China. With a background in both business and education, Dipa has extensive experience in the public-school system as well as in the private, government and corporate sectors. She enjoys travelling, stargazing and spending time with owls.
Author Website: www.dipasanatani.com
Amazon Book Page: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SXJ5D6N