Come to Me, My beloveds. Come to Me as a swan floats on the water. It is natural and easy to come to Me. Glide to Me. Or somersault to Me. Do cartwheels to Me. Or come to Me the way you might change your seat at the movies, wanting to get closer to see better. Come to the Source the way you might step up to a popcorn man. You are entitled.

Or tiptoe to Me, if you prefer. Limp to Me, if your feet ache. Jump to Me. Careen to Me. Ride to Me on your motorcycle. Parachute to Me. Swing to Me. Bounce to Me. Just come to Me. Alight before Me.

One way or the other, you come to Me. You can twiddle your thumbs, and still you will come to Me. You can flee, and still you will come to Me. You can climb a tree, enter a cave, sail a boat, and yet you will come to Me.

Run away from Me, and you will bump into Me. You cannot elude Me. Whatever direction you go in, I am there, and you will meet Me. There is no beyond Me, beloveds. If you hide, and I seek, I find. And, oh, yes, I seek you. I seek you, and I see you. Come out, wherever you are, and see Me.

What do I ask but that you know you are loved? Feel My love. Feel it like drops of rain that will not let up. Feel My love like the warm sun on your back. Feel My love like a spa or a lazy lagoon.

Know My love like a good book you like to return to. Know My love. Know love. Know love. Who cares whose it is when it is love, and love is all.

Of course, I care. I care very much. I care that you know the love that connects you to Me, and Me to you. We are connected. For sure, I am your Soul Mate.

Leap to Me, and I catch you. I cannot miss. You are already in My arms. It is a flight of fancy that you are not. It is quite a feat to imagine that you are anywhere but where you are.

You have imagined that you are on an island of fear. You have imagined that you are deserted there. You imagine there is a land mass of fear, and you gravitate to it. If there were such a land, it would be an island. But would you be abandoned there all alone? Never. You would have much company there, each isolated on a dot of sand, each huddled with a lump in his throat. Even on that island, I AM. There is nowhere I am not.

If purgatory existed, I would be there to get you out. If I were a fighter, I would fight to get you out. As it is, I am a different kind of warrior. I claim victory by the sword of love. No one defeats Me. I hold the whole world in My arms, and I never let it down. I am holding the world up now, and you with it.

You are on top of the world. The top of the world is Heaven. You had a little dream, a rip-roaring dream that you were somewhere else. Oh, how you trudged in that dream. How you held on to that dream, the way you would hold on to the side of your bed. Now I say, go ahead and fall from that bed where you dreamed you were anywhere but with Me. Give up that dream, beloveds. The Reality of where you are and Whom you are with far exceeds any wayward dream.