Every birth is recorded by the angels and entered into their Book of Life. A soul has gone forth into the outer darkness to be shrouded in the density of illusion, there to find its own reality. And the angels watch their charge, their keeping, wandering through the mists of its own doubts and uncertainties, seeing the soul groping in the unreality for reality, questing the doubtfulness of mind, emotion and experience.

Although the dimension we are in is foggy and misty to us, to them it is clear, apparent and visible. As we turn to them in this moment of renewal, we can receive that light which reveals the way and know life and death is the same, an initiation, an entry into change, an entry into a new life.

Every day is a new life, every thought is the birth of an idea and every experience is a part of the incarnating growth. Nothing is lost, nothing is wasted, is not used. Let us then store up the treasures of our learning and take the courage of the masters, the messiahs, the disciples, the initiates who have suffered in their past, that truth should be with us now. Know ourselves as brothers and sisters in kind and thus we walk through the mists to sow their seeds, their inventions, their inspirations as our own.

Quiet then is the moment of birth and life, gentle is that moment of discovery that the soul is immortal, it cannot die but can transverse the great barriers of dimensional experiences, enriching body, mind and spirit with a new sensitivity.

As we pass through the gateways of our learning – through the fires of our cleansing, through the turbulence of the waters as they wash and heal, let us know that each moment is sacred.
This is the moment.

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