That We — you and I — are separate is the illusion of illusions.
Why is the only Reality so illusive? Why is it distrusted? Why is it too much to ask for? Why is it too much to believe that you and I — as if there were a separate you and a separate I — are One?
That's how life is a game of Let's Pretend. It is a great pretense that you are dislocated from Me. It is a horrendous pretense that causes you all the pain in the world. Without awareness of Our Oneness, you are in pain. Or you are running from pain.
Some of My beautiful children, the offspring of My heart and thought, even declaim that I do not exist. That settles the question for you. If I do not exist, then We cannot be Oneness. And then you cannot be distanced from that which, in your argument, does not exist. There is some comfort in this for you that We are not separate, for if I do not exist, how then can you be isolated from Me?
Yet Oneness is Our Name.
Our Oneness may escape your conscious awareness, but you cannot escape from Oneness. That which is inseparable cannot be separated. The Ultimate One cannot be divided. Only in imagination can it be.
So it is only a dream that you are separate from your Creator.
It is only a dream that you are separate from anyone or anything. But that is your constant dream. From all dreams, you awake. Right now you are awakening to the truth of Our Oneness.
Play with the idea.
I am not only your Source, I am your Resource. You are resourceful. All that I am is contained within you. It is My DNA you have.
Illusion has stepped out of illusion. The ripples of illusion seem to be endless. But there is an end to illusion. Only Truth is eternal. You are without end even while illusion gets done with. I say "you" and I say "I" for the sake of convenience. Because I speak of illusion and point at you and point at Me, know that the language used does not match Reality. Language itself is illusion. All this in the temporal world that is so real to you is illusion.
You hammer yourself on the head with illusion. You would hold on to it and make it true.
The world as you think you know it is a stage, and all on it are props. Yes, manifest creation is a stage play. You watch this play, and play a part in it, and you clap and you boo, and you run around, and you watch the play. So absorbed are you in it that you forget that this scene or this act will soon be done, and then it will be as if it never were. Indeed, it never was. It only appeared to be. It was the appearance of Being.
Tomorrow there will be another play. Tomorrow is also an illusion, for all of time is. Eternity has nothing to do with time.
Timelessness is not concerned with time.
But a new play or an old familiar one will be spread out regardless.
All the plays are but steps to the silence of Our Oneness. Of course, Our Oneness is not silent, for silent is only a word. What We have, what We are, is beyond silence. There is no word for it, what We are. There is no sound, no picture for it.
Oneness is Allness. You are Oneness. You are My Oneness. I say "I" and I say "My" because in the world of language, there is no other way to say it, even though "I", "My", "We", "Our" do not say it.
The words "Being" and "Consciousness" also do not say it. But all is an attempt at expressing that which is inexpressible. And so We express the expressionless.