You are the light of My heart, and you are lighting up the world. I see your smiles. I hear your laughter.
The volume of your laughter raises the spirit of the world. Your happiness is the helium. Look how the world is rising. Your laughter pumps the world up. See how high the world can rise.
To carry the lighted world on your shoulders is not a heavy task. It takes no pushing and pulling. You need no lever. The simple lightness of your heart does the job very well.
The Creator asks you to create.
I ask you to travel to the Highest Heaven. Of course, this is no traveling at all. Or, if it is traveling, it is traveling in place, beloveds.
You are at the summit of My heart. Only seemingly are there ships full of seeming immigrants riding the waves to Me. Only in your awareness are you immigrating. And yet awareness is key. Awareness is good enough. Let's play Our little game of hide-go-seek. I always find you. You always find Me. This is a game for that very reason. It's a game. We know it's not serious. We have fun. I am going to catch you. I am going to catch your awareness. I am swooping up your awareness right now. I gather it. I drape it. I lasso it. You are caught now.
It is a game because of how happy you are to play it!
In truth, I hold out My hand, and you catch it. I am like the brass ring on a Merry-Go-Round. What other games shall We play? Rather, what other games shall We act out the playing of?
How about: Here we go 'round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush. There is no mulberry bush for Us to go 'round. Or, if there is a mulberry bush, We have already gone around it. The mulberry bush can come to Heaven too. You do, indeed, have the thought of Heaven.
"Rapunzel, let down your hair." All will climb those beautiful braids all the way to Heaven.
"Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go." Are you not My lamb who follows Me? I lift you in My arms. You are stationed in My heart, and yet I lift you to My heart. Beloveds, the games We play.
And then there are sports. You throw the baseball. You catch the football. You run or skate to make a goal. The goal is already yours.
You swim the Ocean, and you reach land. You walk the land in order to reach the Ocean and dive in. You are a Champion, and know it not.
You reach for that which is already in your hand.
You ran the un-runnable race before you knew you had started. Before you knew, the race was over. You won it. You have already attained the goal you seek. Beloveds, there is no running to do. There is recognition to make. There is realization to realize.
You do not have to seek your way Home, for you are Home. All the skirmishes are no more than your laggard beliefs in false idols. You are simply behind the times.
The waltz is over, and there is nowhere to go but where you are. And now the band starts up again, and you dance for the fun of it. You dance for the music of it. You dance to the rhythm of My heart, and your dancing, beloveds, your dancing is good.