We whisper in your ears, speak to your heart of hearts, fill your minds with light. Follow the thoughts that bear those hallmarks. In stillness, walk down the hallway of light. Look at the pictures on the walls. These are pictures of the lives you have created for yourself.

You may step into each picture as you wish to. Walk around in one of them now. See the landscape as you have painted it. See the trees and the river that flows from one side of the painting to the other and meanders back into the distant hills. Hear the birds sing as they fly from bough to bough. Feel the sunshine on your face.

Here, in this place you have designed for yourself, there is safety and a feeling of wondrous love. Your angels sit with you on the cool grass in the shade. Light is everywhere. Suddenly, a child runs from the woods to greet you. She is carrying a carved wooden box. The carvings are elaborate and there is a picture on the top of the box of the very scene you are sitting in now. You recognize the child to be you. You are that child. She brings it to you as though it is a precious gift that she has been saving for you. She is impatient that you open it. You accept the gift and let her
place it into your hands.

You study the box. The carvings are ornate, very skillfully wrought. The picture on the cover is done in the finest oils by a very talented artist. Suddenly, you know it is you who carved the box and that the child had been keeping it for you for many years. You wonder how she came to hold this box you had made so many years ago. You do not remember making it, but you know it is so that you did.

Carefully, you find the gold clasp. Alas, the box is locked. You look to your angels. They tell you to use the key they had given you in the cave of creation the last time you were there. You reach to the golden chain you wear around your neck and find the golden key that hangs at the end of it. Pearls and precious gems encrust the key. You hold it up to the light and once again marvel at its beauty.

It fits the lock perfectly. Carefully, you turn the key and the box pops open a bit. You notice there is a hushed silence as you slowly open it all the way. It is as though all of the world stopped and held its breath to see what lies inside.

At first, the inside of the box is very dark and very deep. Its depth belies the outside dimensions of the wood itself. In stillness, you look into the depths. Swirls of light begin to stir the darkness. Spirals of light move to create a vortex. You notice you can look down into the box through the top of the vortex. It has created a type of spyglass that enables you to see. It holds back the darkness and creates a tube of light for you to look through.

Finally, the swirling has parted all of the way. You can see light at the end. You realize you may choose to slide down into the vortex and allow yourself to unite with the light.

You look to your angels and they smile. They know you have set your fears aside in order to have come this far. Whatever decision you make now will be loved and respected. You stand up, shed your clothes, and joyfully slide down the tube to the light. You realize you are about to be reborn.

At the end of the tube there is much rejoicing that you have come again into the world. You try to speak and notice you cannot. You see people smiling, you see your hands waving in front of your face. They are babies hands. You are at peace,
remembering how joyfully and willingly you jumped into the vortex and into the world. You remember everything that has gone before this moment. You remember the angels, their faces, the beautiful light. You look and see that they have slipped through the vortex right along with you and that you laughed and shouted with them right through the wild ride.

They assure you that they will remain with you for as long as you choose to live this life. You know that this is so, but are a little shocked to realize you have to relearn how to use the body you are in. The angels comfort you and reassure you that it will be fun, that they are there for you and will never leave you.

Sleepiness slides over you. Your new body is tired. You feel the soft blankets being placed around you. You feel your mothers arms around you and smell her wonderful body. You drift away in slumber and as you do, your angels give you kisses and say, “Well done.”

The Group continues;
Rebirth is a continuous process. One life succeeds the previous one. One heart becomes reunited with the many hearts who await it. One life becomes. Renewal cleanses and enables that heart and soul and mind to find a wealth of new experiences.

In the Springtime of the year, rebirth is the theme. The spirits awaken from their long winter’s rest. The nap is over, the dullness is escaped once again. Your heart renews itself also. The hopes and dreams are revived. Life continues afresh.

Enjoy this time of the year. Look at all things through new eyes. Allow yourself new hope as you feel the darkness of winter being pushed aside by the swirling colors. The flowers are the swirling colors. They part the dullness and blackness and become prominent. One by one, they bloom until the earth is a riot of beautiful color. Allow yourselves to jump into this color, this new world, and become refreshed.

As you tend your yards and plant your gardens, know that the seeds you sow enable the rebirth to continue. Everything you do to ensure that there will always be color and light in the world is important work. The flowers are vital to the rebirth process. People bring flowers to funerals to remind themselves that the soul will indeed flower again. That the rebirth process is part of the cycle of creation.

Take care of the yard that has been given to you. Do your best to beautify it. Fill your spaces with flowers and plants so that you adorn the lovely earth who has given you nothing less than all of herself. Surround yourself with the spirits of the plants and flowers for they long to teach you. In doing so, you sanctify the ground you have been granted the privilege of tending. Rebirth will show itself to you each year right outside your very own windows. The plants will multiply and enable you to share them, for they long to be in all of the gardens. They long to continue growing. They long to continually be reborn.

Blessed are you who farm and garden, who care for the earth. We honor your work greatly. You are at one with the rhythm of the seasons. You are at one with nature. Continue, with great love and tenderness, to care for the beautiful earth. She loves you so much.

It is with the greatest respect that we encourage you to bring beauty into this game you play. The choice is always yours. Know that we stand ready to assist you and that it is our greatest pleasure to do so. Fill your lives with gladness. Bring beauty into your hearts and minds and physical environments. The gameboard need not be dull. Have fun with all of it. Keep earth well so that it may continue to support you.

We send you great love and admiration. Fill the world with your beauty, for love is, and always is, and so it is......(we cover you with kisses and surround you with hugs.)

With great love,
The Group

Copyright 1999 Catherine M. Kasper. This information may be freely disseminated in whole or in part provided there is no charge for the information and provided this note is attached.

"Letters from Home" is channeled information given to Catherine M. Kasper by the Group. Private sessions are available by telephone or over icq. Catherine (Flowerdance) may be reached at catherin@nconnect.net or (414)670-0134
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