Journey Through Light: A Visionary Encounter with Walby

This week, in the depths of dreams and meditation, a profound journey unfolded—a journey of light, remembrance, and healing.

The First Dream: The Tunnel of Light

I was with my husband, and we were carried by our light bodies crashing through a tunnel at an unimaginable speed. The tunnel itself was inconceivably fast, beyond anything earthly. There may have been rocks around us, grey formations, but everything was rushing by too quickly to be sure.

Then, we arrived.

On the other side, there was light—pure, vast, and radiant. And there, I saw my husband, shining, bathed in an immense explosion of light. It wasn’t violent; it was gentle yet immense, almost like waves or bursts of brilliance emanating from him as he lay there, completely enveloped in it. The light wasn't just surrounding him—it was him.

Then, I lay on my back, too. And I was full of light as well.

At that moment, a voice spoke with absolute clarity:

“Now, it is time to take care of yourself. Focus on yourself.”

It was as if I had already completed the work of focusing on my husband, and now, I needed to turn inward. I had to focus on the light that was shining on me, too. This was not about shifting attention away from him, but about recognizing that I, too, was radiating light, and it was time to fully acknowledge and embrace that.

Dreams of Recognition: Walby Appears

The following nights carried dreams with fragments of significance—faces, beings, and whispers of meaning. One particular dream stood out: the presence of a man with an Indian appearance, yet with pale skin, dark hair, and a lean frame.

He told me his name: Walby.

I had never heard this name before, and yet, it carried weight. He told me he was here to help me in this life, that he was my guide. There was something familiar about him, yet distant, like a memory buried deep within my soul.

The Meeting in Meditation

Then,  today during meditation, the connection solidified. A presence emerged—one that I have always addressed as God, or my guides. There was no separation between the divine and this being who stood before me in my inner space.

“Who are you?” I asked.

And then, a realization struck:

“You are Walby.”

The communication began, first in words, but soon, it shifted.

“Why do you speak English, Walby?” I questioned.

“It is your mind that translates my communication into human language,” he replied.

He reminded me that our communication is not through words, but through telepathy, through direct knowing. As the conversation deepened, the spoken words dissolved, and understanding flowed without the need for language. This is the way that they usually speak to me.

I asked about the Father, the divine presence I had always been with me.

“Where is the Father? Why does He not speak to me now?”

Walby’s answer carried a truth beyond intellect:

“I am one with the Father. I was created by the Father to be in the middle, to speak to you. The Father’s frequency is very high, and sometimes there are barriers in communication. I exist so that you may receive Him.”

And in that moment, I understood. I had seen Walby before, years ago in a vision. He had danced and laughed, delighting in human creativity, in our music, in our playfulness. At the time, I had thought he was the Father. And now, he told me the same truth—he was my guide, and he was also one with the divine.

The Healing Work

As our conversation unfolded, I shared with him something deeply personal:

I love my husband, but sometimes, when I get closer, something pulls me away. There is a resistance, a hesitation, as if a part of me holds back.

Walby listened.

“Do not move. Just stay still, and I will do the work.”

I felt him working on the right side of my body, shifting something within me, releasing something old. And then, an understanding surfaced:

I had carried a deep-seated pressure my entire life—the pressure to be perfect, to be what was expected, to never fail. It was a weight that had shaped me since childhood, stemming from the fear of my father’s anger, his punishments, his harshness.

Walby’s presence soothed the wounds.

“Your husband is a strong force in your life, a warrior who came to protect you.”

The weight of ancestral burdens came into view. I saw my generational line, covered in what appeared to be heavy sand—layers of oppression, expectations, and inherited wounds.

“Look closely,” Walby instructed. “We will put light on it.”

And when the light illuminated the supposed burden, I saw the truth—there was no sand at all. There was nothing weighing me down.

It had been an illusion.

“You are free. You can be what you are.”

A deep breath. A new understanding. A liberation.

A New Chapter of Being

This journey—through dreams, through meditation, through unseen realms—has led me to a place of remembrance. Walby’s presence is both new and ancient. His words are both guidance and confirmation. The light that filled my dreams, that brought me through the tunnel, now exists within me.

The message is clear:

It is time to focus on myself. To embrace the truth of who I am. To allow the illusions to dissolve in the presence of light.

And in this space of awareness, the journey continues.

Katiana (real story)