Imagine that you carry the globe of the world. Your arms encircle it. You carry the world in your arms.
Now imagine yourself being birthed by this world you carry. You are the mother or father of the Earth, and you also arise from within it. The world is your child, as it were, and you are the Earth's child. You are definitely a Child of Earth. From Heaven, you were Earthborn, and you birth the world. The world is not independent of you, beloveds. You are at the least a contributor, and also a participant. You and the world fund each other. You ride the bicycle of life on Earth together. The world pedals, and you pedal, and so you keep up with each other. You catch up. The world reflects you, and you reflect the world. Which came first, you or the world?
You, beloveds. You came first.
We can say that the Garden of Eden was the first world. Doubt crept in like a serpent. Thoughts became identified with the person who had them. Personal thoughts caught on. Thoughts went every which way. Commotion was born. Sense of aloneness grew. For fear of being evicted, people left the Garden of Eden, and invented a world of dissension, partly from fear and partly for the fun of it.
The Garden of Eden still exists. It is still thought of. It is yearned for. Mistakes were made, and mistakes do not want to be admitted to. And so frustration grew, and there became countries and warring ones at that. It was all a cover-up. The cover-up in the Garden of Eden had to do with error and not the innocent body.
And so solid Earth became rocky.
Although there are many dimensions of the mind, the mind landed itself in a land where strife can exist and be made much of. Departments of strife of one kind or another were set up. Departments of Justice, for instance. Strife was honored as if it were real and mattered more than life itself. Honored more than love. Honored as proof that strife was needed. Laws took the place of consciousness. Consciousness was downplayed, sometimes outright forgotten, as if strife were real and consciousness a concept not highly regarded when it was, all along, and is right now the view from which all life is seen.
Requirements were made, and love was pushed aside. Instead of freedom in the world, control was mandated. There were regulations about many irreverent things. Dogs had to be licensed. Wealth became money. Money became worth.
Everything had to be laid out in such a way that everyone had to follow it. All kinds of slippery-slidey boundaries were made. Laws became like playing the saxophone. They were moved up and down according to the song being played and the discretion of the ones playing the song. Confusion and havoc came about. Outer dimensions of human life arose, and there were the ins and there were the outs, and seldom did the twain meet.
Even so, there was no stopping love. Even so, love found every corner to rest in, and love gained a reputation. More and more people remembered love and recognized it in their Being. They propagated love. They gardened love no matter what else they were doing. They nurtured love, and they planted seeds of it. They loved the seeds and what they would become. Little by little, due to love abounding, the Garden of Eden grew again until finally all recognized where they were. All exulted in the return and revival of Earth as it was when it was the first yield of Heaven commonly known as the Garden of Eden. It became obvious.
Pretty soon boundaries were taken down. Truth reigned and cover-ups were dethroned, and the next morning when all the people woke up, they rubbed their eyes and once again knew without doubt that they were living in the Garden of Eden.