Souls are touching other souls. Amidst the ins and outs of common life, souls are touching one another, and alliances are made. There is so much going on in what might be called the subterraneous field of life. There is the level on which all is known. The fact is that you do know everything, and you forget so easily. You don't even remember that you have forgotten. It is like when you go to the store. You know you want to buy tomatoes. At the moment, you forget. Only when you get home do you remember you forgot tomatoes. You may have gotten sidetracked with avocadoes.
Life as it is lived in the world is not enough for you. You can't survive on it. In the first place, the depths have to be there for the surface to exist, and the surface, for all its benefits, cannot sustain you. Even those people who seem to run solely on the brick and mortar of life gasp for the depths. You must have air to live, and yet you do not live on air alone.
There is more to you than meets the eye. You have to know this. You have to give yourself credit. You have to give Me credit.
I made life Technicolor before Technicolor had been invented. Black and white was never true. And yet beneath the vitality of colors and beneath the white and black and gray lie dimension after dimension. There is no space for you to fall in or rise to, and yet you ride an elevator that goes to many floors. You go from floor to floor, and you slip through the dimensions, and yet you leave off your awareness of what is what in the Vastness. You don't really conceive of how vast the Vastness is, and yet you have visited it many times. In fact, you have never left it except for moment after moment of unawareness.
What you pass by bears no street signs. What you pass through has no names. We can say that the sap of life that sustains you is colorless as well. Even so, you suspect the Truth and, somehow, can't quite bear to reach out for it in your hand.
There is a bejeweled treasure chest waiting to be opened. It is waiting for you to open it. It yearns for you to open it. It is not Pandora's box, beloveds. Within the treasure chest lie all the dimensions of life that you skip around in. You are an ice-skater who only knows ice and doesn't quite grasp that there is That which supports the ice you skate on.
When you dream at night and remember your dream, you have some awareness of the varying levels of dream that you went in and out of. Why not for the waking dream you walk through?
The dream you dream as you walk through the sunlit day is filled with myriads of Vastness. Walking, thinking about your walk, all of it, goes deep. You are more than you know. The world you live in is more than you know. Now you can begin to know.
You walk through the Halls of Heaven every day. I would say that you reach the top every day, and yet there is no top of Heaven to reach. Heaven is borderless. Even as you walk the common borders of everyday life, you are not obliged to the borders. You think you are, yet every day you cross the Seven Seas that make up the life you know. You are not a one-level Human Being. You travel in circles of the Universe. You might as well know that you travel with Me, and I with you. You are Earthed and Heavened at the same time.