Prologue

This book is written to reach those people who may be intrigued by the writing on the reverse of this book and those who are attracted to the cover. You are the ones I wish to speak to. Come with me; travel with me, through these pages and I will show you truths that you may not have thought about - your life on Earth; your life hereafter; your life post physical embodiment.

I, Azure, am the author, June Doughty-Stapleton is my scribe. Please bear with us whist we become familiar with the union of our energies and then we will begin the first chapter.

Back Cover

I am Azure and I write to You. You are the lights of the world. You have the potential to develop perfection in your life now. Understand my words for they are truth as I am best able to communicate them to you at this time, for this time.

You who seek that innermost spark. You who cry out to me. I am here and wish to speak with You. My love is Your love. Azure.

The Cycle
Born on the wind a seed, travelling in the breeze, caught up in a spinning whirl, before reaching the cusioned earth.

Days and days go by, footsteps treading nigh, sinking the little seed, embedding it in the earth.

The temperature becomes cooler all around appears to sleep, the little seed is resting in the darkness of the ground so deep.

Then one day the seed becomes conscious, stirring itself from sleep, wondering about its life and surroundings, awakening becomes complete.

The ground around seems to change, there is sound of movement everywhere, the earth is different - the little seed becomes aware, it is warmer and a light above appears.

The sound of struggling is heard deep in the earth - breaking away from the encasement that housed the body in the first birth, discarding the shell that had protected it so well - all through the winter spell.

Now releasing the inner self and starting a new life of perfect form, little shoots of green and white - growing towards the warmth and light.

Sun and rain enter its life, days of storm and calm go by,
the little shoots grow into a mature plant; fed and nourished by the sun and earth, until one day at its highest point - a flower bursts forth.

Profusion of colour all around, the kingdoms of life perceived, many insects and bumble bees visit the beautiful flowers and trees. Exchanges in communication take place with tales of confinement and space.

The days of summer are hot and long, thirst seems to be among everyone. Many prayers of help are asked, for cooler temperatures and rain for the plants.

The beautiful flowers wilt and drop their petals, leaving only the centre which dries, the rain comes too late it seems, but as the plant withers and dies...
Along comes a storm ... and ...
On the wind a seed is born.