Being distracted, we left stones and thorns on the road. The time goes, the stones accumulate and the thorns grow. We forgot that we should travel by same road to return to the Father's House.

Then, arrived the hour when we begun the stony walk toward a new reincarnation. Falls, wounds and pain make us think on our painful course. Sooner of later, unless the revolt makes us stop, we shall understand the negligence of times before brought us the current pain.

Then by slow and painful walk we go ahead strengthened by friends that do not judge, they just help us removing the stones and cutting the thorns.

On the soil that, little by little cleaned, spread good seeds. The traveler is aided and learns to help, discovering through the talent of loving the neighbor, the medicine that cures everything.

Strengthened on love, the traveler goes on spreading messages of hope and while he works, he spread feelings of peace and fraternity surrounding. Gradually, he sees transforming the road and instead of painful stones and violent thorns, he has the harvest of perfumed flowers of friendship that return to himself.

Sooner the devoted traveler will teach the beautiful lessons learned lessons, that through the road followed carelessly we return picking that we had sowed.

Viva divine Light!

Joana of Angelis, GESJ - 12/26/06 - Vitoria, ES - Brazil.