Oneness pulls Us together, you and I. We are magnets. It is inevitable that We unite in your awareness. It is clear that I am already aware of Our melded Oneness. You may not be quite aware. You may give lip service, and, yet, you pause before the supposed you who gives yourself wholly to Me. You are hesitant. What if you were to lose something? Yes, you will lose something. You will leave unending fear and loneliness. You will lose the imagined past. You will lose past identity and claim a Greater Identity.

You have two worlds going on at the same time. Sometimes three. The world, Heaven, and your observation of yourself. You jump from stone to stone. You are no stranger to distance. You may be hesitant about closeness. What is closer than Oneness?

You may like having Me on a shelf at a distance. You may like to have Me where you can watch Me. It is not that you are opposed to Me. It’s just that you may like to keep an eye on Me. Yes, you are watchful of Me.

Nothing is on hold, beloveds. There is this instant of Eternity and Infinity and all that. There is no past. There is no future. Those are only thoughts. We are encapsulated in this moment which is called now yet which is Eternity ignited. It is not possible to hold a moment and make it stay. Yes, you leap from stone to stone only to find out that you have been walking on water.

Are you disappointed that you are a Being of the Stars and the Sun and the Moon? Are you disappointed to be Being and that you hold on to the form you happen to be in?

Is there something else you would rather be than the Essence of Love? Would you rather be a star in Heaven or in Hollywood? Of course, you can have both, yet which is in the ascendant?

You are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You linger at the neighborhood bar while you are dancing in Heaven. You hold trinkets on a shelf and call them treasures. You are the treasure. In truth, you are far-seeing and all-knowing. This near-sightedness is a pretense. It is a put-on. It is a game you play. You fool yourself into believing boundaries that are no more existent than the picture you have of yourself.

You are on a far greater canvas than you believe. You are spirit, and, yet, you bind yourself to Earth as if Earth were the extent of you. It is like you hesitate to leave the safety of the familiar which is fear-based. The limited you can be upturned at any moment. The Unlimited You – never.

It is beautiful on Earth. It is beautiful to pick flowers and put them in a vase. Continue. It is also beautiful to pick stars and pin them to your heart, and find out that you always were a star in the Heavens, that you always were the light that shines, on yourself and on every presumed other who is you in one or another guise.

Who are you? Where are you? You are I gazing at yourself. You play ring around the rosie, a pocketful of posies. That is okay. Why not?

And yet you are of the stars, a constellation of the stars that I lit up for you so that you may see yourself beyond the horizon. Somewhere over the rainbow are you. Somewhere you are with Me. The individual you is a fantasy, an accepted fantasy, yet, nevertheless fantasy. Truth lies elsewhere, even as there is no where.