Blessing of God
What if you are blessing tossed on Earth? What if your real name is Blessing, Blessing from God, Blessing of God, Blessing to God, Blessing to bless all in the radius of the world and beyond.
What if you are, indeed, an angel on Earth? What then, beloveds? What then? How would you regard yourself then?
What if, before you were born to Earth, I said to you: "Would you like to bless the world?"
And you said to Me, "Oh, yes." And you bowed your head, and I kissed the top of your head and gave you blessings and directions for a good journey.
In transit, you lost the directions. You forgot your mission. Nevertheless, there was like a thumbprint left, and your heart is stirred to know what.
You may have started to think that you were thrown out of the nest, and you don't know why.
You forgot you were in great service to Me. You forgot you were to embody Me. And, so, you struggled to find a way, finding, for some time ways, that are not yours.
You tried on clothes, and nothing quite fit. Something would not be quite right. Perhaps the shoulders. Perhaps a cuff. Perhaps a pocket you kept your hands in. Perhaps you wore a suit that was popular, and yet it was not really your style. You spent your whole life on Earth trying to figure out who you were and what you were doing there. You forgot the purpose of your life.
Perhaps you were like a cowboy, and you didn't know what to lasso.
Perhaps you were like a hunter. You didn't know what you were supposed to hunt, and you couldn't find your spear or whatever it was you were to hunt with.
Perhaps you sat down on a hillock. With a vague memory, you looked up at the sky, and you did wonder what was beyond that which your eyes could see.
You forgot the words I said to you, and you memorized words from others who also didn't know what they were doing on Earth.
It was a cloudy life, and the sun couldn't seem to break through. The sun was shining all the time, only you didn't see it clearly through the mist. You saw, perhaps, shadows of the sun darkly.
And the sun's rays started to peek through. You began to see them. It was like an awakening. Everything was the same, only you saw it differently. You saw the Heavens' opening up, and so you opened. Which came first? The Heavens' opening or your eyes opening? Which came last when there is no last?
Oh, beloveds, you are just beginning to look at your surroundings. You are surrounded by yourself. It was yourself you were trying to lasso. It was yourself you were hunting all along. The spear you could not find was a spear of love. The lasso was a rope of love. All along you were Jack and the Beanstalk climbing to Heaven where the only giant is love.
You looked into the stream of love and saw yourself. Also, if you saw a towering giant, it was yourself you saw. Whatever you saw, it was a shade of yourself.
As you kept looking at the sun, you began to remember your roots, and you climbed them, as it were, and entered the Heaven you never left except as you thought so.
At the beginning of this venture on Earth, you were right that you didn't know where you were and what you were supposed to be doing here. Now you are beginning to remember, and you are beginning to know where you are and what you are doing here and Who you are. Your astonishment is great. And, yet, why are you astonished at what you have always deeply known?