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Jeweled Mountains
By Catherine Kasper and the Angels of Abundance™

From Catherine:
Are you still having difficulty realizing your immense self worth?  Read this and you’ll never look at yourself in the same way again! 

From the Angels of Abundance™:

"Beloved, dive through the tunnel and follow," I hear. I feel my Angel's hand and am glad to be with him once again.

I find myself on the broad beach. It is familiar to me, as I have walked there with my Angels many times. The beach is usually deserted, but this time there are many people about. The weather is comfortably warm and the sun is shining. In a minute or two, I notice that what I think is sunlight is really light radiating from each person there. Each of them glows as they play on the beach. When they go into the water and come out again, the glow is intensified. I look at my hands and notice that I glow too.

My Angel, who looks like someone’s grandpa, smiles at me and nods his head. That is right, he says, grinning. You, because you have immersed yourself in work you love to do, have brought forth your own light. You have served other people and helped to illuminate the lives of others all around the world. You glow with great brilliance. Your light illuminates and that illumination assists others to see themselves.
I look at the beloved Grandpa. For the first time, I notice that he has a map. He is also now, far taller than I ever remember seeing him. He is immense. His head is hundreds of feet above me.

I stare, open-mouthed. His size shows me a picture of his true magnitude. It does not mean that he is physically huge, he shows me a picture of far reaching. He shows me a picture of being "bigger than" the challenges I face in order to bring my abilities and gifts to the forefront. He shows me that I, indeed, touch heaven.

I am reminded of the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk", in which the beanstalk grows to heaven. Jack climbs it, is faced with many dangers and yet, recovers the fortune that is rightfully his.For the first time, I understand this story. It is a story of daring to touch the skies, daring to claim that which is rightfully mine, nothing less than my very self, by being brave enough.

My angel returns to stand beside me, again his normal size. I look at his face. He is no longer an old man. He is now the young angel, Bernard. He and the Grandpa guy are one and the same!

"I appear to you in the form you best understand," he says. I know he changed to the young angel to show me the energy and vitality that living in my authentic self brings. "You have only had 3 hours sleep tonight," he says, "yet, you are not tired. It is not I who awakened you. It was your own soul, ready to understand. These difficulties you face are opportunity in the guise of challenge. You are like Jack atop the beanstalk, racing to recover his stolen goods, but, my dearest, you have lost nothing. You have everything you need right here and now. There is no need to rush about. All is here now."

I turn to look at the beach. The words Bernard says are true. Everything I use that assists in my self expression sits there, as though placed by a loving hand the way gifts are set before me on birthdays and Christmas. Hundreds of items are there, pens and pencils, the white erasers I have always liked so much, my computer, ream upon ream of paper, clipboards, notepads, spiral notebooks, the tape recorder, tapes, printer. I laugh with delight as I notice my favorite pens and I am perhaps, most delighted with the stick that is there for me to write and draw in the sand with. The supply is immense and stretches far down the beach. I explore it joyfully. Entire libraries of books on writing, fine arts and crafts are there. Every tool or supply I ever needed or wanted is there. I am as a child again, excited and extremely happy to play.

The Angel smiles. He shows me how I have been blessed with the gift of everything I need or want that enables me to express my inner being. "These things are facilitators," he explains. "They enable you and make it easy for you to express yourself."

We stroll farther down the beach. I notice many others have come to play with my "toys". I look at Bernard. He laughs softly again and says. "You have provided these things for others as well as yourself. These people are all people whose lives you have touched through your efforts to be your authentic self and bring that light into the world."

I am again amazed. "I never really knew," I tell him. I look and see hundreds of people. I recognize many former students and return the smiles and waves they send my way. They all glow in that wonderful sunshine type of light. Several begin to glow more brightly as they engage in activity.

Bernard is smiling. He takes my hand and unfurls his lovely wings. Now we are flying. It is amazing, like flying in a dream. I feel safe, warm and very protected. A short time later we land on a mountainside. It is a place I have been to many times previously, but have never understood. The landscape is rather barren. I see mountains, but no vegetation of any type.

In the waning light I notice that the strata of the rocks are beautiful. Layer upon layer of extremely beautiful color is there in the bare mountainside. As the sun sets, the colors from the sky illuminate the rock even more. It is then that I notice the sparkles. There are millions of polished gemstones embedded in the rocks. I run my hands over the surface. Several brush off easily and fall away. I realize I am rich. Gemstones lay everywhere. They litter the path at my feet! Amazed, I scoop them up in my two hands and watch them fall back to earth through my fingers the way water would if I tried to hold it. The gems shoot out sparkles of brilliant color because the light emanating from my own hands enlivens them.

"Your hands have found wealth and abundance in what you first thought was barren rock. When you think you are inadequate, the mountains appear to be empty and barren. It is when you allow the glow of your inner being to shine through that the gemstones are revealed. You are the source that brings their innate beauty to light," he says.

I look at Bernard and realize the meaning of his words. The light from my hands, my very being is what illuminates the gemstones. The sun has gone down. I realize the extent that I am glowing. The gems still sparkle and glow, but because of the light emanating from my very self.

I realize the mountains of sparkling gemstones are not shown to me as a reward for work done with my hands. They are me. The gems sparkle because they are aspects of myself I have chosen to focus on, use, and thereby illuminate. I have sent time and attention to them and have given them life. I notice that the gems I have touched, whether on the ground or still in the side of the mountain glow by themselves now. It is enchanting to see the millions of sparkling lights. It is like standing inside of fireworks except that there is no noise, no heat, and no explosion.

Bernard laughs again as he sees me stuffing the gemstones into my pockets. I envision a line of semi trucks filled with them driving down the highway to my house. I laugh too and say, "Well, I could just have them piled in the back yard," as I wonder what I would do with them all.

There is far more abundance here than I could ever put in the back yard. The mountains stretch for miles. The wealth of my very being is unlimited. I turn out the contents of my pockets. "Take as many as you want," he says. I choose carefully this time, picking up one of each color, but even that is difficult as every color imaginable is there.

I am reminded of the many times I visited jewelry stores and enjoyed seeing the brilliantly colored stones. I happily sort and choose, considering this one then that one. I remember doing the same thing as a child while looking at pretty rocks. I collected them. I am extremely happy, lost in the beauty I hold in my hands, just as I was as a child.

"Beloved," Bernard says softly. " I was there with you then too. I spoke with you then too." I hug him. I am so happy I can barely contain myself. The love this Angel has continuously brought to me is almost overwhelming. A lump appears in my throat and I cannot speak. I am, once again, happy as the young child I was. "Beloved, this is you," he states simply. "You enable yourself to see this as you unfold your own being and present it to the world through using your gifts and talents."

"I am afraid I will run out if I give these gifts and talents to others," I say. I remember being accused of selfishness and greed in the past because I wished to use my gifts and talents for my self. I was told God had blessed me and the only permissible way to use my gifts and talents was to do what somebody else (namely the church) wanted.

"I did not say to give it away," Bernard replies. "I said to use it. Your use only adds to the amount here. How do you think these mountains came to be in the first place? You created them. As you continue to use your gifts and talents to express your inner self, you create even more mountains of riches. The choice to give any of it away is independent of your choice to use them. You never give away your gifts and talents for they are yours. You give away what you consider to be valuable that you have earned through their use. Going to work is not how one obtains riches. Using your gifts and talents to express your beautiful inner self is."

"Continue on in the way you are headed. More doors than you can ever imagine already stand open for you to walk through. Mountains are being created even as we speak. You are wealthy beyond your wildest dreams."

Suddenly we are back on the beach. It is warm and sunny and the people play. I see the light sparkling off the grains of sand that I sift through my fingers. Bernard hugs me as only he can. I tough his wings. He laughs and points at my shoulders. For the first time I notice I too, have wings. I am very surprised. I unfurl them and enjoy the stretch. I have the impression they have remained hidden for a long time.

"This too, is you," he says. "You may fly now and soar back to those mountains any time you wish."
I dance and sing with the joy of it. I have found the key to reaching my inner self. I have found the riches within me. I have learned the difference between using my talents and giving them away. I exult in the joy of that understanding. I know I know how to fly and that Bernard will be there each time I try my wings, for love is. Love always is. And so it is.

Copyright, 2008 Catherine M. Kasper

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