Come, Beloveds, we will take you on a journey now.

Know, first of all that you are love. Love fills your being and makes up your very essence. When it is love that you seek, seek only yourself for all of love is within you. Fill your being with this thought. "I am love". Repeat it to yourself over and over until the realization of it sinks in. Be of love. Behave as though you believe it and only love will be in your sphere. Only love will fill the world as it was meant to be filled. Breathe it in as you inhale and send it out as you exhale. "Love, love, love. Love is all there is."

Breathe in deeply. Relax on the exhale. Fill your lungs with sparkling white light.

You look to see a field of light. You see the one dear to you standing at the portal, his hand stretched out to you. His face is kind and gentle. He is the dear gentleman of the Group who looks like The Grandfather. He tells you he has waited for you by this portal many times, usually when you were asleep.

You take his hand. He smiles at you. The hood of his brown robe falls back and you see his lovely face again. His is the face of an older man. His hair is grey and his face is wrinkled. His is a dignity and a love that has always accompanied you on the journey lessons. He presents himself to you in this fashion as he knows it is a form you see as strong and loving and safe to be with. You are always well taken care of with vast love when you are with him.

The two of you walk the familiar fields. They are meadows, filled with wildflowers. You walk away from the portal, across the meadow and down the long sloping hill to the village below.

On the way, you stop often to simply be together. You fill your lungs with the sweet smell of the clover and the flowers in the meadow. You listen to the babble of the brook and feel the sun on your face. The Grandfather always smiles alot. He always holds your hand so you do not have any fear at all. Surrounded with the love of his being, you advance without a care, without a thought, fearless in the evening summer sun.

When the path begins to show itself, The Grandfather allows you to be the one who walks on it. It is a narrow path, barely discernable in the tall grasses. He stays beside you, moving in his own lovely way.

The path widens. You sense that others could be there although you do not see them. This time, it is your turn to walk this path, seemingly alone. You chuckle at the thought as The Grandfather is so thoroughly there. How could you ever think you were alone?

You think of Dorothy and the yellow brick road. Ahead is the village. Not grandiose and glittering as Oz, but warm and inviting, filled with cottages with thached roofs. It is more like Brigadoon than Oz.

As you reach the outskirts of the village, you notice that it is dusk and that night will have fallen fully before you reach your house.

You realize that this is the village where you live. You visit it often in your sleep. The house that is yours is there. The neighbors are those you love. The fields are always within an easy walk. Your dog, your loving companion, comes bounding up. You marvel at the long distance he has traveled to greet you.

Suddenly, you realize that you can leap and run and play just as the dog does. You are free to run as fast as he, to leap and jump. You realize that your body is made of light, as The Grandfather's is. You and your dog play for a long time. Although it is night, time is not. It makes no matter to anyone or anything other than the dog and you how long you play. You are reminded of childhood days spent playing until it became dark. "Come home when the street lights go on," your mother would say. Dusk has fallen, the starlights have come on, and you are home.

"Come," The Grandfather says to you. His gesture of taking your hand again is so loving. Although your hand glows as greatly as his, it is more a joining of intent, a joining of purpose that a joining of flesh.

You walk to the fruit tree that grows in your yard. It glows a soft blueish green light. It is illuminated by its own light. A light from within. You sit on the bench and look at the stars. The sky is filled with them. You know all of their names. You remember faces of loved ones who have inhabited those stars. You dream of the star where you were born for a moment. You wonder why you are here and not there.

"You may go there," The Grandfather says, reading your thoughts.

"Not this night, dear one," you reply. You know that the Cave of Creation is there in your star. You know that the life you wish to lead, the life you choose, is determined there in that star. You breathe deeply and send thoughts of love to the people you know who live there for they exist only to serve Spirit. They only wish to love.

"Oh, Beloved," you whisper. "I am homesick."
The Grandfather hugs you for a very long time. He holds your hand up so you can see it. "Angel," he asks, "Whose hand is this?"
"Mine," you answer.
"What is it made of?" he asks.
"Light," say you.
"Correct. That light is the same light as that of the star. You carry it with you constantly. You are always home, for you have brought home with you. You are the home you seek. You are already there. It is not only part of you, it is all of you, the light shining-illuminated with your very breath."

"When you see the aura of another, this is the light that you see. You see the fire from the star they have been created on. You see the light from the fire of their own Cave of Creation. You see the form and the shape the fire has taken on. When you call the fire to yourself and say, Fire, I am homesick, tall, fat, lazy, happy, uncoordinated.......whatever, the fire takes that shape for you have called that shape into being. As most of you call so many things into being at once, the change might not be apparent at first or all at once. Do not let this trick you into thinking that there has been no change. You yourself have held the fire in the Cave of Creation. You know that it did as you bid. Decide now, before you sleep tonight in your cottage, what it is you will choose for yourself. Choose anything you wish to have, be, or do. Choose that which you desire. Remember that you are allowed to hold the fire without having it burn you for you are of the same essence. When you hold the fire, you hold yourself.
What will you create?

Slowly and deliberately, you make your choices and set your intent. The Grandfather tells you all is well, that whatever you choose for yourself is the right choice. You are comforted in that thought. Whatever you choose is for you and will enable you to learn and grow in the light. Your fire will burn brighter as a result of your choices no matter how they are perceived by anyone else. You feel greatly strengthened, full of power and majesty. You know that you are God. You look up at your star and bless all those upon it. You look once again at this village that still lays in slumber.

Suddenly, you realize that the village is the people living on the earth. They slumber as those of us who realize we are made of light stay alert and watchful. You look at The Grandfather. "Well done," he says. "You have learned much this night. Carry this with you as you return to the illusion of day. Your light must burn brightly to be seen through the illusion. It is only obvious when the illusion is stepped away from."

With that, he folds you in his arms. The sleeves of his robe become the wings of your beloved Angel. You looked up at his beloved face. You see only light, feel only love.

You realize you are back at the computer, looking at your hands of flesh, thinking of the light that is really there. You move your hands slowly away from the keyboard and squint your eyes. Turning them over, you catch a glimpse of the glow emanating from your finger tips. You think of the fire that is you.

"Welcome home, Beloved," the Angel whispers.

Silently, you raise your hand of light to your lips and blow a kiss to your Angel. "I love you forever."

"Sweet dreams, for love is and always is and so it is........"

The Group

"Letters From Home" is channeled information given to Catherine M. Kasper by the Group. This information may be used in part or in full provided this note is attached.

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