You have had dreams in sleep where you enter a mansion, and each room you step into thrills your heart. In this dream, you come to think that you have seen the last room of all and all the beauty that this mansion can possibly hold. Then there is a great opening to another room, and the bird of your heart flutters more because you find another room, and another room, another and another. Perhaps only after the dream do you realize that there is always another room and another, and each room is more beautiful than the one before, and you reach every one, or they reach you. It's hard to say.
Beloveds, your Father's Mansion is even far more beautiful than the mansion in your dream. The true mansion's beauty, its power, its spaciousness almost ring too loudly for your ears. As My Mansion reveals itself to you more and more, the volume goes up. It is almost like you have to brace yourself, for the unending beauty of each room seems more than you can possibly bear. You fear you cannot withstand it. You fear you will disappear. You are disappearing now.
In this Magnificence, you have to drop off all costumes — they are too heavy. You have to take off your shoes and leave them. All pretense drops away. You are really inside this mansion, and, wow, think of it, you are the heir to it!
You begin to sense that this mansion is so vast that you can never leave. As you come across relics from your life, what you thought was your life, you realize that you have always lived here! This was always your Home, only you had seen it differently. You now recognize, not only that this is your Home, but that it is Home. It is where everyone has lived! Everyone you knew, thought you knew, also lived here. You may have constantly bumped into everybody in doorways or hallways, or perhaps you smoothly glided by each other with a nod, or perhaps without a nod at all. You may even have had a simple silent understanding that you were passing by yourself, somehow going along with the idea that it was someone else you saw. It's clear now. You had, in all seriousness, nodded or not nodded to yourself.
Previously you had thought you were in a maze. You were so tremblingly uncertain. And now you see that a nebulous curtain rises, and you behold that everything that ever existed behind the filaments of this curtain is you. You finally come smack face to face with yourself. Hi, there.
All this time you had thought you were in a maze, and now you see you are in a shining Hall of Mirrors. All the sights you saw were yourself. From a cast of millions, now you see you were the only one here! This is not a disappointing realization, you understand. It is wonderful, and it becomes more wonderful as you come to see yourself, recognize yourself, discover yourself, this Self you had previously spent eons hiding from yourself.
"Hello, Everyone," you say as Truth begins to dawn on you. "Hello, Everyone, you can come out of hiding now. I mean, Hello, Myself. See Me now in all of God's glory. I was always endowed with God's glory and yet kept it secret from myself and all the other people I had made up. I was the last to know, and yet that means I was the first to know, for there was no one else to know. There was not even this wobbly figure I imagined and whom I find myself talking to now. I am more than that.
"As it happens, I was always talking to myself. Oh, I did not always like my answers. Nevertheless, the one bellowing the questions was the same as the one answering loudly or softly. This is so clear to me now, how could I have missed it?
"I am in a beautiful house with many rooms. I may have thought I was somewhere else, but here I always was. I thought there were unruly crowds here, and it was only me all the time! Rather, I should say, it was the Great Me running around madly to play all the parts I thought had to be played.
"Funny, now that I am the Only One, I no longer feel lonely. I am good enough for Me."