A Giant of Love
You equate your mind with yourself. You are not your mind. Your mind is part of your body. Your mind twists and turns. It is a lovely thing to have a mind. You want it and you have it, yet your mind is changeable. That is really a good thing because you do want your mind to grow, and it grows by changing. Mind is only a part of you, however. It is not you.
Your body is not you.
Your ego is not you.
Mind, body, ego are representations of you. They are like a course of study. The Invincible You needs no course of study. The Invincible You is ancient and wise and still yet new-born and ever fresh.
Call this true part of you Soul, or call it God. Whatever you call it or don't call it, it is you and it is I, this One unswerving Oneness where Truth stands inviolate and very aware of its Self.
We do not stand apart, beloveds. There is no distance between Us. Everything I know, you know, and I know Everything Everywhere, and so do you. So are you. Somewhere in the recesses of your heart lies this burgeoning acorn of Truth. Will the real you stand up? Will the knowingness of you instead of the questioningness of you please stand up?
Stand up and you will see that you are the Ocean. You are, in fact, the Ocean that is larger than the Ocean Itself. You are all the Emptiness which includes Everything. You are the Vastness itself. You have no borders, no demarcation. You are the Entire Creation before it manifested. You are the Original Thought which was of Nothingness. All the manifest world will fit in one finger of your hand.
You do not know how vast you are and how widespread you are. You think you are a fingernail of Who you are.
You cannot believe Who you are.
You cannot believe Truth because you are familiar with a wallet-sized photo. You like to touch the boundaries, even though they are the fiction you proclaim.
Not one thought of yours can touch the Vastness, which you may also call Void, let alone fill it up. All your thoughts cannot even fill up the whole manifest world. You are a Giant of Love, beloveds. You are reluctant to recognize this. You are resistant to the idea of yourself as a Great Being, for so long have you believed in your smallness and your infractions on life. You, Who are a Giant, cannot even see the toes of your Greatness, so long have you denied it.
When you begin to succumb to your Greatness, there will be no ego to swell. Who needs ego when he has Greatness? What hero needs to puff himself up when he has been heroic?
Your true stature is magnificence. Your supreme beauty is beyond measure.
All this I state is not what you can one day be. It is what you are right now, if only you could see. If only you could clear the cobwebs from in front of your eyes. If only you would rub your eyes and rub the supposed past away, you would, you really would, begin to see yourself in your true colors.
Who needs to call on the angels when you are one? Call on yourself.
Who needs to pray to God when it is yourself you pray to?
Who needs to be at odds with Himself?
Who needs to pretend anything when you are Everything?
You are the Wholeness you have wanted and sought.
You are Being, the same Being that I AM.
We are truly indelibly One. Why won't you believe Me?