Wherever your body happens to be, you are with Me. Be you flying on a jet or flying to the moon or diving deep into ocean waters or lost on a mountain climb, whether you have moved from one house to another, or moved to another land, or sleep on a park bench or sit in a tree, you are with Me. This is our Holy Alliance. This is how it is. No matter what, We are together. How can that be, yet it is.

We can look at it this way: There is One Soul. Vagary thoughts sprout, one to another. I, Who am the Source, stay the Source. I never depart. It is so wonderful to be Me. Why or how could I depart?

Thoughts arose from the Solid Truth. One thought led to another. We could say that the thoughts thought wandered off on their own. Fantastically naïve, the wayward thoughts thought they were singular, independent of the other thoughts that wandered around, even independent of their Creator, out there on a string all on their own. They didn’t know how they got to the place they found themselves in. They didn’t know what to make of it, and so they thought they were the All, and yet the wayward thoughts were really imagined departures from truly the Source of All. The wayward thoughts who had bodies formed and so forth forgot their true nature. They forgot where they really were – with Me, of course – they also forget that they were My original thought. They piggy-backed My thoughts and ran off with them as if there were a separation, as if Thou and I actually existed as separate rather than the true state of affairs which is that We are One, not One Alone, but One in love with all the imagined Creation that they thought had more or less been foisted on them.

Did I create this imagined you, or did you create the imagined you? I would say, “Both.” I created the possibility of Human Beings, and you ran off with the idea. “Yahoo,” you said to your imagined self, “Yahoo, I am me and not anybody else.” This idea thrilled you, and it dismayed you.

Of course, from the point of view of seeming Earth, you are you and not anybody else. That is as far as you who ran off with the thought of yourself can get your head around. You who declared an independence of sorts are not quite sure about Me or even that I am. This is, of course, ludicrous, because I AM the Great I AM, and you run around the circumference from where you came and where you still are. You objectified yourself and got off the subject of yourself. Your intellect took over, and the whole world believed as you, except for a glimpse now and then of the True State of Affairs.

You are not capable of leaving Me, your very Source. What you have done is identify with fiction, fiction sometimes, from your point of view, wonderful and, other times, too awful to contemplate. As I said, you can’t quite get your head around the idea that We, you and I, are One, and, yet, even so, you can’t altogether toss the idea away. It comes back to haunt you, as it were. The thought of Our Oneness is like a siren that tempts you. Sirens wouldn’t let Ulysses leave to go back to his wife and rightful home. In Our case, the siren is Truth that won’t let you quite leave all the beauty and majesty of your Rightful Home.