The Group-"Arise from this heaviness now. come on a journey with us."
Flowerdance-"All right, I like this idea."

The Group-"Take the hand that is offered to you now. Hold onto it as we walk. Look, my love, there are the stars. There are the planets. See how they fill the sky. Look for the one that is home to you. Do not look for the blue planet, look for the star you came here from."

I scan the sky. There is one star bright and fiery and crystalline. Radiant without being faceted. Inviting although fierce in its fire. The fire is the picture of the love and passion this star extends to all those it loves. It is part of the mind of God. A picture of the mind of God.

There is a portal in the star, a way into its fire. It is a tall door and I notice that it is made of wood, beautifully carved, ornate with symbols I have forgotten how to read that I know mean something. They tell of the love of the being within. They tell of the heart within the fire.

I am amazed that the wood is not consumed-that the body is not consumed by the fire it holds within. The door dissolved and I stood inside of a room. There, a hearth holding a lit fire glows. It is carved out of the rock in an oval shape. The rock is a lovely gray color. The fire is red and yellow.

I notice, as I look aroung the room, that there are no furnishings. I compare it to my memory of the ornate door and am struck by the differences. This room has been swept clean, it is all an oval shape. It is a cozy room , though large. The fire burns.

I find that by thinking at the fire, I can cause it to flare up or to die down. I spend a few moments playing with the fire. I call it to myself and it comes to me. I wonder if I can hold it within my body. Amazingly enough, the answer is yes. The fire is me, my authentic self here in this empty room that has been swept so clean of outside influences. The door has protected me. I have not let anyone in to disturb this peace. This is my room. I fill the room with myself, the brilliance blazes I am in and of the ball of fire. I am not consumed.

I realize that I am made of this light. That the light is the God self of me, within me, always me. It shines brightly for all to see, for me to access at will . I can cause the fire and the passion of myself to fill this room which is so like a womb.

It is here that I have stood while I created. It is here that I have stood when I healed. It is here that I live. There is no need for anything other than the spirit in the fire which inhabits this place. I wonder what I can create in this room. I ask the fire to assist me to create.

“Fire, dear expression of all that is God, become a child,“ I say. The fire forms into a ball, and the ball takes the shape of the child I summoned. The child stands before me. She is of me, and of the fire at the same time.

“Fire, oh loving spirit of God, please become a book,” I say. The fire flies to my hand as a dove would fly. It alights on my hand and opens itself to me. I see pictures and words upon the page. I read.

“Once upon a time, in the kingdom of the sea, there lived a beautiful princess. Her home was a palace, a bastion of love. Peace abounded. The kingdom was quiet and gentleness was the way of the people. The ocean’s waters lapped at the shores.

Each day, the little girl would go to the shore and wade in the water. She would sing a song to herself. The water moved. A fish came and swam near her foot. She laughed as it tickled her with its fin.

The days wore on. The little girl became a beautiful lady. She was a lady with a ball of fire within her breast. Everyone who looked at her could see this ball of fire and they knew she was made of the love of God, that she carried this fire within her and could create with it what she wanted.

She was a good and a lovely princess who bestowed favors upon her land. She loved the fields and they bore abundant crops. She loved the crops and they gave much food. Great were the harvests. She loved the people and they lived in harmony together.

This princess had a dog. The dog was her friend and companion. She longed for nothing as the fire within her provided it all. The animals spoke with her. She understood all they said.

The skies above her were always lovely. She painted brilliant colors in the sky at sunrise and sunset. She brought lovely gray days with mist and fog to entrance and enchant. She brought days that enabled enchantment and days that enabled fun.

Snowball fights were the order of many a day there in her kingdom. Ice skating parties formed upon the frozen waters. The lady and those of her kingdom were never cold because of the fire she carried within herself. She was a lady of great power and beauty. Her crown was of gold and carried the sunlight. Her love showed forth from her beautiful face.

Her world and all in it were created by her. They were the people who consented to play with her. They were the people who allowed her to create with them in mind so that they could enjoy it and partake of the great love she carried within.

She decided that each person would carry part of the inexhaustible light that she carried within herself so that they would always know her, would always feel her love even if she weren’t there.

She called all the people and all of the animals and all of the life that lived in the kingdom together. She told them of her love for them. And then she bestowed the gift. All life sat in a circle around her and she stood in the center of it. She opened the tube of light above her head and prayed to the Great Spirit.

"Spirit, bring light in through me so that I may fill all beings with it. Transfer this light from me to them so that they may find the way to you."

The channel opened, and the light shot through her and into each and every creature that was in the circle. She stood, connected to the light and to each creature. She was complete then, standing so that the light was able to pour through her body and out to the others. She knew that this is the reason why she existed, to allow the light to access all of the others. She remained this way for a long time. All were motionless, basking in the wash of love. The ocean lapped the shores. Time was not.

She realized that the spell need never be broken, that the light could continually flow through her in this manner. She found that she could move about and still stay connected to the great source of light. The creatures found that they could move about and still stay connected to the light that she continued to send to them.

So, life went on, continued in this loving manner. She formed groups and taught them how to open themselves to the light. They, in turn formed groups and the ability spread.

Her love continued. Harmony reigned. Many came to be with her. Many provided for her needs so that she could continue her work.

The child remained and grew in grace and beauty. The mother/creator allowed the child to become what she wanted but she showed her all of the possibilities.

Love remained in the kingdom of the sun forever.”

I looked up from the page. It turned back into fire and rejoined the embers in the fireplace. I realized I was standing in the Cave of Creation. That I had access to this place. That I had been here previously, in dreams and in flashes. I recognized the calm and the peace that gazing into the fire brought. I knew now, that I would remember this always. I knew now that it was not a dream, not some dark half remembered thing. I knew now that love fills my being, that I carry the ball of light within me.

I knew that this insight was meant for everyone. I knew that each person created their own lives, as I’d been told they did.

I swept the room as the fire I’d held had left ashes on the floor. I carefully swept the ashes up and poured them into a golden bag that appeared in the air. I placed them in my pocket. I knew the reason why would be revealed to me later.

I turned to exit through the door and noticed for that first time that there was a man standing there. He was tall and had long gray hair and a long flowing beard. His robes and face were all the same color. He was the same color as the rock the cave was carved out of. I wondered that a being who looked like frost could be standing in a place of so much heat and light.

“Who are you?” I asked.

He stood looking at me. I immediately knew him to be one who had come to bring me to this place that held the light. I opened my heart and poured light into his heart. Instantly, the frost was replaced with living skin. Gray was replaced with color. Life poured into this man, the gray robes changed to a dazzling white. He now also wore a cape lined with a living gold color. A corona surrounded him His hair became brown, his breath full instead of labored.

He opened the door for me and there before me was a field of the most beautiful flowers. I thought of Dorothy landing in OZ. I knew I was home. I knew that this was the kingdom by the sea, that the people all lived here in light and love.
I knew that this star was my home, these creatures, my friends, this beauty, my choice.

I looked to see a great crowd which had assembled on the beach. They were playing and laughing and enjoying the sunshine and the water. Tropical fish, brightly colored could be seen through the crystalline waters. Life had come again to the fiery forbidding star, all through the power of love.

Suddenly, the man in the dazzling white stood next to me. I realized it had been his hand that had brought me here. I looked again at him. He was taller than before. His corona had expanded to extend at least 30 feet away from his body on both sides. I began to kneel, but he took my hand and kept me standing. He hugged me.

The tears that filled my eyes were tears of joy as I recognized my beloved angel. He had revealed this world that is me to myself.

“Each person creates a world in this same manner, Beloved,” he told me. “Remember. It is all of your making, all of your
choosing.” “All of you choose.”

"I am always with you," the angel said. "Do not ever fear or think there is lack. I am always here to guide you, always here to fill you."

Don’t go, I pleaded as I felt the chair beneath me and the computer keyboard beneath my fingers once again.

“Beloved, I am here always.........” The melodious voice faded.

The scene faded too and my living room came into being again. I was left with a sense of wonder. I felt as though I’d just finished the kind of novel one reads and wants to live in the pages of. I knew, however, it wasn’t a novel. I knew that it was my own life and I did indeed live in the kingdom by the sea. I looked in my hand. I “saw” a key the angel had placed there.

“Use the key on the door whenever you wish to return. It will always open it.”
“I love you forever”
and so it is.............

The Group

[italic]Copyright 1999, Catherine M. Kasper. "Letters From Home" is channeled information given to Catherine M. Kasper
(Flowerdance) by loving entities simply known as The Group. This writing may be disseminated in part or in whole provided that there is no charge for the information and provided this note is attached.[/italic]

Private sessions with Catherine are available. Reach her at (414)670-0134 or at catherin@nconnect.net [an error occurred while processing this directive]