Dear Children,

   Our world rejoices on your anniversary.  Three years . . . such a long time, and still only a beginning.  May your love never cease to be a beginning; may it never weaken or age.

   Catherine, these tunnels are a dark world full of shadows and ghosts, yet you have found your light down here.

   Vincent, never doubt the light she sees.

   The heart knows many darknesses, and one of them is fear.  And fear of any kind breeds illusions.  It withers the mind, it distorts your thoughts, it clouds the spirit.

   Don’t shy away from desire, children.  It is very difficult to understand something which is so vital, so demanding, so urgent.  You cannot deny desire, but simply be aware of it.  Let your desire flow into love like a river flows into the ocean.

   Love is unknowable.  It can be realized only when the known is understood and transcended.  Only when the mind is free of the known, it becomes possible for love to be.

   Love alone will bring about the peace and beauty of truth.  Truth is not to be conquered; you cannot storm it; it will slip through your hands if you try to grasp it.  Truth comes silently,
without your knowing.  What you know is not truth, it is only an idea, a symbol.  The shadow is not the real.

   Once love has become the truth of your lives, your struggle against desire will be over, and you fear will melt away like the mists of dawn in the rising sun.

   You are like the sun to us, children.  We bathe in the light of your love, and the glow in your eyes warms our hearts.  Never think that these old eyes of mine are too blind to see your light.

Go now -- and live.  The time has come.

                                     Narcissa