From the first moment I saw you, I saw Myself created. Before that, from the first moment I thought of you, We were already One. Before that, before I conceived of you, We are already One. I drew Myself out in many drawings of Myself, all of which are My beloved Self.

This is how it is that created life is all illusion. From Truth, illusion was born, a precious illusion was born. Earth is blessed with you, and you are blessed with Earth, this made-up profusion of wondrousness. Yes, wondrous are you made in My image. Although made in My image, you are the Real Thing. How many ways can I encapsulate Myself in a drawing of you? As many ways as there are My children. Think of it. You are a Child of God. No, not off an assembly line. Not at all. Made by hand. Made by My heart. Perfectly made by My heart. For the joy of life, I materialized Myself. I populated a world and placed you in it. I told you to go ahead and multiply love.

There can be no more love than there already is. Love is already full, and yet you circulate love. Money is not love, yet you circulate love by spending it. Love is Infinite, and yet you distribute it so you can see love in front of you. You are to spend love so you know what love feels like. Love is to be given, and you are the giver of it. All love is to your Self. Through ways and means, you deliver love. Love reaches all the way to Heaven. Anything else does not, and, yet, Love Is All. There are no two ways about it.

This is the story of life. Love is. Love is the plot, the syntax and all else. Love is sent. Love is received. Love is batted back and forth. Well, then, Whose love is it? All love is Mine. You tender My love, and peace is restored. Don’t fool around with all the details. Don’t partition love. Do not hold love back. Whirl love around the Universe, and know it is good. Love is your bearings. Love is your exultation. Love is where you come from and go to. Love is flying all over the world. It is electrifying. Love is the air you breathe. You breathe love in and out. Love is your very breath. There is no limit on love. There is no limit on how much love you give and no limit on how much love you receive.

Your purpose in life is to love in and out. Any barriers to love are pure fiction. You tell yourself stories. You nail up signs that say, “Beware, Love Is Limited. Limit it, for Love Will Run Out.” Remove the word Run. Love Will Out makes sense. What a difference a word makes.

I put you into a playpen called the world. Contrary to world thought, you are safe here. You are in My arms there, here, everywhere, and nothing can happen to you yourself. To your body, yes, yet you are not your body. How many times must I tell you this until you get it? Well, as many times as it takes, I will tell you. You are indestructible. Made by God, you are not flimsy. Not at all. You are the Real Goods. You are God and the Glory in excelsius.

You are My Right Arm. You keep Me company in light, and there is no darkness. Where I am, there is light only. Anything less than light is a supposition and an imposition. We are the Light of the World, and by light, We shall lead. We dwell together, you in My heart, and I in yours.