The love of God fills you when you give birth. There is always extra power for this holy act, and the task is to help the woman feel it when it rushes through her like a dam breaking through her body. If you can help her to float with the waves of heaven as she tears through the tides moving her body, then you have achieved a mighty accomplishment. It is like creating a boat of light fashioned instantly for her mind to ride, and to see her fears be left to roar out, forgotten in the wake of holy love is the goal of the horizon shifting like a mirage within the timeless hours of childbirth. For babies birthed with this Light around them have more strength for the tasks ahead of breathing the air of earth, of hearing the sounds unmuffled by the buffer of belly. Though each child arrives with halo intact, it is how quickly circumstances of life tear and steal the light from him. I have seen babies whose Light filled the room, whose mothers filled with Love embraced each pain of childbirth with Love, knowing they were coming ever closer, ever closer to reuniting with an old friend. Praises to heaven, you have brought us together by the grand design.                                                                                  **** Yes! We have been waiting! Never doubt that the presence of angels surrounds you. Clear your life so you may hear us readily again, so you will not doubt, of whom the hearts are which glow around you. We wish to fill your life with renewed joy, with glad purpose, to bring the story of old into the world today through our words to you. Can you see how much joy you will feel as this is done? Can we see the bowls and plates of good food from our past which awaits us in pleasure as they are created within your world, your kitchen? Do you feel our presence now? Do you know how much we love you? Never doubt, never doubt, my child, the love which surrounds you and wishes to fill you! We fill your mind with hope, and braid your hair with joyful Light! Do you know in the time we have been parted our story to you has built and grown a greater message for the young at heart who will read it? Yes, we have been conversing, talking things over with those in angelic power and they have the design which widens the story. They wish to come in to give you the words of Esita’s descent into the world of man, the reasons behind the reasons. The tales in grand crystal cities and the discussions which brought her into body at all! Oh yes, she wished to experience the wonders of Old Mexico cooking, beyond any shadow of a doubt! We want to take you, to the flowers of your world, and listen to them there. You will come back and the words will flow with grace through beauty on earth. So be it. The blessings of the flowers gives the earth a knowledge of the heavens in a dazzling spectrum of ways. The joy of profusion, of Light and color and abundance, the choreographed dance of wind and blooms and foliage shimmering is an explosion of God’s love within the heart and body. The flower opens the soul as the Plan intended, each flower which is a part of our make up, opens to the grace and presence of the flowers which become, that is compliment, our soul design. As you can feel the heart and belly open whilst in the presence of brilliantly bloomed flowers, so do they respond to your love, and grow more lushly, and give more fragrance, with sturdier roots. So the flowers become a part of you, and feeling their gifts of opening Light when it is most needed will enhance your growth and healing. All of nature rejoices with the presence of those who honor Her. Thusly it was ordained that a bloom of special radiance descend onto the barren lands of Mexico in the later part of the 19th century. For a bloom of human nature was needed to be a bridge between both worlds, the upper realms of Heaven, the glorious forgotten beauties of earth. So, the teams of angels set forth among their kind, to seek the One who would consent to the rigors of life in those times upon the planet Earth. Far and away, throughout the beautiful turns of color within the hall ways and paths of heaven called upon, through tone and song and resonant vibration, the One we call Esita came forth as a dazzling white flower of many rays, having sparkles like shimmering dew glimmering at the ends and all throughout her petals of Light. She had been long among us, and well versed in the ways of healing those of more dense design. She longed to taste the fruits of earth once more, to frolic in tall grasses as a child, with the strength to withstand the scope of her destiny as the One they would call girl saint, unafraid and willing to walk in the clouds present in the misguided hatred and simplicity of man. As the decision was celebrated, this Being of Light went into seclusion with God, to prepare for her changes before her descent.