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“Breathing in, let golden light come into you through your head, because it is there that the Golden Flower is waiting. That golden light will help. It will cleanse your whole body and will make it absolutely full of creativity. This is male energy. Then when you exhale, let darkness, the darkest you can conceive, like a dark night, river-like, come from your toes upwards—this is feminine energy: it will soothe you, it will make you receptive, it will calm you, it will give you rest—and let it go out of the head. Then inhale again, and golden light enters in.”
― Osho, The secret of secrets

“it was a good night. The kind of good night that I hadn't had in a while.
The kind of good that stuck to your bones, thick and warm, and coated your soul in golden light.
Good food, with good friends.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“Why'd your mother choose the name Glory? Is there meaning behind it?"
"I thought she had chosen it because morning glories represent mortal life, but Mama told me it was because there had been a golden light around me when I came back to Georgia. Said it looked like a full-body halo. Till the day she died, she said that light was because when Bee had gone to glory, glory had come to me."
It was impossible not to remember that the first time I saw Glory, I'd thought she glowed with light as well, as if her innate goodness shined for all to see.
"But I don't think it's some kind of halo at all," she said, "even though such a big piece of me died that night in this garden."
"What do you think it is?"
She glanced at a bee skimming the water of the gazing pool. "It's always reminded me of honey. Especially since I feel like the bees are looking out for me. I've felt their buzzing underfoot since that horrible night. It never went away. I like to think that the glow---and the buzzing---are their reminders that I'm safe now.”
― Heather Webber, In the Middle of Hickory Lane