God's Discourse

God said:

Beloved, you are My discourse. You are what I say, and it is through you I speak. Speak My thoughts instead of your remote fanciful ones. Speak Truth rather than fabrication. You are more than embroidery. You are more than the illusive figure on a screen that you squint at.

The olden idea that the Earth was flat was an illusion. But the illusion, no matter how factual it seemed, was still illusion. It made no difference to the shape of the earth. You may see life as a flat plateau because of how you squint at it. You may think you are a mere physical three-dimensional being on a flat screen. You are actually a multi-dimensional being on a revolving screen, even an undulating screen, a hologram that you dance on in a vastness that you scan from a narrow vision.

You are mistaken about almost everything. You certainly are mistaken about yourself — except for unwinding moments when flashes of Reality reach you. It is not that Reality casts a spell, but that's how it seems to you. The Reality of which I speak seems out of this world to you, but you are the one who has been out of the world of Truth. You confuse the ordinary and the extraordinary.

Life on earth cannot be humdrum. Not one moment of it. It cannot be anything but the magnificence it was ordained to be. It is miracle after miracle. You may ooh and ah over a particular sunrise or sunset, but every sunsetting and rising is a stunning miracle. Every day in your life is miracle. You too are a stunning miracle. And every rock and stone is. Every being you meet is. Transfer your skepticism into love, and see what I see.

I see only Truth. I see through disguises. I see through walls. I see through the walls you have built up, but I do not knock them over. That is up to you. But I clear your path. The path I clear is your vision. Your vision is paramount. I work on your eyesight, for you are the magician who has fooled even himself. The magician has peopled the world with illusion that even he begins to see as actual. He becomes caught up in the fiction he portrays.

He became a set designer and painted scenery black until he thought only darkness existed. He held to the idea that sunshine was merely painted over darkness. He thought the opposite of almost everything that was true. He believed in assortment more than he did Oneness. He tittered at Oneness and went back to digging weeds on an earth he did not believe in but yet worshipped. He worshipped what he saw as dismal and did everything he could think of to become a star on the Earth he designated as dark.

By now you understand that the foolish magician and set designer I speak of are you. You have miscast your eye and adhered to the fallacies. There are many fallacies, and only One Truth. You may prefer to believe in many things rather than One. You may collect fallacies like scalps and add them to your collections. You may collect wrongs more than you do magnificence.

You invest in the illusion around you when you could savor a joy beyond your conception. Joy can only be beyond your conception. Conceive differently, and more you will see joy. The sun will overshadow the shadows and shadows will be no more. Shadows are a mere reflection of your thoughts.

You are a great manifester. Nothing shoddy about your manifestation skills, just your thoughts.

If you would like to revise the world, begin with your thoughts and what you think about. Revise them. You are the curtain-puller who reveals the stage you set up. Design another.