When hearts touch, there is a recognition of the Oneness that is irrespective of whatever anyone thinks about it. The fact is that hearts touch all the time because they are already intimately connected. Connected is not the same as tied. Connected, hearts are free. The very connectedness makes the freedom from which there can be no departure.

A golden thread connects hearts. A glimpse of Light connects hearts. The Love and Light That I AM connects all hearts. I am the rays beaming out, and I am the rays beaming in. Connectedness is the theme of life. That is the high motif. Sense of Oneness is the realization of the One Connectedness. Oneness manifested, and you saw Oneness as a fleet. You saw details and configurations. Now you see Oneness. It is there. You almost grasp it. It is in your reach. Almost.

But in the world, even Oneness has overtones of meaning, many of which either escape you or lure you: That there is only One, or that the many are One United Whole, or that Unity fills in for Oneness, that the many in Oneness are One, or that there is only One Speaker and One Listener, and the One Who Listens is also the One Who Speaks, that there is One Mind, One Heart, that the One that seems All is One playing many parts, that the Soliloquy is really a chorus in unison, or that there is no chorus…

Actors, seemingly on the stage, are taking parts, unfolding them, reading from them, thinking the Voice they hear comes from their own throat, or, if from a seeming other, that there is a distance between the Voice spoken and the Voice heard, as if the One Voice came from many directions, as if multitudes were the reality rather than Oneness. Oneness is almost too much for you to accept. Anyway, you hardly know what to do with the concept once you have it.

The Ocean runs into many rivulets, but the rivulets are of the Ocean. They are streams of the Ocean. They are like rays of the Sun. You are My rays irradiated out to Earth, like playtime, like a recess, like athletic sports, like spokes on the Wheel of Life, as if differences really exist apart from Oneness, as if separation were real and Oneness illusory.

For, of course, you are an illusion, for you are no more real than the stock market, a mass illusion, that you have invested a lot in. You have bet your money on your individuality and, so, you follow the events of your life with intensity. All the while, the only Sure Thing is Oneness. Oneness is the centrifuge of imagined otherness.

But no matter the technicalities, you are My beloved. I Who am Love know how to love very well. I Who am the Creator created very well. I blew My Love into existence and you seemingly appeared, and, yet, all the time you are My Very Breath. You are My breathing in and breathing out. This is the beat of your heart. The beat of your heart goes to and fro and back again. Therefore, the beat of your heart is the beat of Mine, and one day you will know, just as well as you know the sound of your name, that your name is Mine, and Mine is yours, and you will know Oneness as inevitably as Existence. You will know that there is no everywhere or everything or every one. You will know that there is Oneness, and Oneness you are, and Oneness you can only be, and that you cannot depart from the seamless Oneness of All That Is.