Events in the world are only events in the world. They are not lasting. Events are passing things. They seem momentous, and yet they are ships passing in the night. Events alight for a moment, and then they take off. They lose their steam. Stars in the sky sustain themselves and routinely appear, yet everything in the world seems to rise and decline. Where are the movie stars of yesteryear?
You, too, are a ship that passes in the night, and yet, how much energy have you extended to other ships passing in the night? Events are gone the moment they arrive.
All this too shall pass. Beloved, all this has already passed.
The moon emerges, and the moon changes its shape. As We speak, the moon is shifting. And the Earth spins under your feet.
And yet the you of you is eternal. The world is a passing thing, and you are forever. This is a strange mix, is it not?
Nothing is permanent but the you of you and the I of I, which, unbelievable as it is to you, are One and the Same. And yet while you sojourn on Earth, you are nimble, and you enter into the hop, skip, and jump of life with all your heart. Of course, you do. You are an active participant in the drama, and you play your role well. All the while, I observe, and I am the Silence within you, giving My whole heart to you who gives your whole heart to the drama in life, and, to Me. We are a whirl of paint in many colors, and yet We are not whirled at all. The whirling is the drama, not the actuality.
In actuality, you are the Supreme Stillness that I AM. You have a little dream, and, all the while, the dream seems so true, so alive, so close, so uplifting or so demeaning, and, yet, all the while, it is only a little dream of this and that, and sometimes it is twisted out of shape, and sometimes it is clear and beautiful and full of what dreams are made of and are coming true.
And so you are immersed and enmeshed in a grid of drama on the screen, and you are pulled like taffy this way and that.
To keep an even perspective is not an easy thing. An even perspective is hard to grasp when you are being flipped hither and yon. Nevertheless, you always alight on the solid ground of Heaven.
Life on Earth, in its glitter and in its shadows, is a party you go to for a little while, and then you always go Home and into the real life of the spirit that is, indeed, your life.
Surely all this that seems to go on around you is a fantasy, and too often a fantasy of errors. The Truth is no fantasy, beloveds.
The Truth is a different Reality altogether. It is the Only Reality, if Truth be known. Let Truth be known. Let it be known as it is. Truth is not a traveler. Truth is a permanent resident, and it lives in your heart. Your heart may feel wear and tear, yet there is no wear and tear in Truth. Truth is truly where it is at.
Truth in all its glory seems to be out of reach for you, and yet, you reach for it. You reach for it nobly. While you do the running dash on Earth, you are, nevertheless, established, all settled in Heaven, and away We go, and here We stay.