I hear you cry out in the wilderness of your heart and mind:
“God, what is this pull I have to exist in a body, to be seen, to be known, to make my mark, so to speak; to write my name on a tree; to be bound to another name etched in the bark of a tree with mine; to remain here on Earth forever? What is this need I have to plant a flower and love it into existence, one small flower that won’t last long, yet still I yearn for this one flower to experience Life on Earth and enrich the happiness of the world if only for a brief moment in the Myth of Time?
"Why does this seem so vital to me when it is only so momentary? Why do these moments on Earth seem so important to me and to every other person who is also my Self? What is going on within me, and what will go on in the world when it is without me? The time will come when I will not even be a memory for anyone on Earth.”
I say to you:
Dear Human Being, just as I desire to bring you to Earth and enjoy your humanness in a few moments of sunshine, so do you desire to have a flower grow and blossom. How long the flower lasts is immaterial. The longing of your soul is to plant a flower and nourish it and see it grow to the sun.
In the same way, you are more than your words, more than your thoughts, more than your experiences. You are a culmination of Me, the culmination and extraordinary expression of Me as you, My flower, unknown initials carved on a tree, something that says unto Eternity that once you were here. You want some kind of long-lasting memorial to yourself. Beloved, anonymity doesn’t mean non-existence.
On Earth, you seek a certain resolution for you. Perhaps this is a longing of your soul.
There is a concept of a rose, and there is a rose. The concept of rose is always. Roses may fade, yet not the quality of roseness. Roseness is a part of life. Within one petal is contained the whole.
In terms of you, that which is referred to as you – all that can fade away is your body and so-called possessions. They will fade, yet you in your glory will live forever. You are a Spirit of the Universe. You are Inner Beingness. You are no less. You will always exist. Even as your body is on Earth, you are contained within the Stars and the Sun and the Moon.
When you are no longer physically on Earth, you will still be known whether by name or not. You will never not be known. You will light the sky and shed light on the Universe. Believe Me, it is a difference to the Earth that you were born to Earth. When it is time for you to bid adieu to your human life, you will soar and continue to bless Earth. You will have made your mark with or without concrete evidence of it.
You will let go of all attachment. Perhaps the story of every human life is that you lose attachment. There is a common grain in everyone to desire to be immortalized. You have always been an Immortal. Puzzlement dies, yet not Reality. It is true. You are born of the elements, and, in human life, you deliver all that you are truly made of.
You are not your emotions, nor are you your memories. You are meaning, perhaps the meaning of memory, yet, of course, you know what I say about the past -- let it go.
Infinity, this is a different matter. Infinity is not made of matter. Infinity IS. You are Beingness. There is no time. There is no distance. You are in every cell of the Universe. Heaven and Earth become One for you, and Heaven and Earth sparkle within you. You are dispensed to where you have always been. You are a song in My heart, a blossoming of a flower, a sweet melon that bursts through from the Center of the Earth and rises to the concept of Heaven. All of My children are concepts. Concepts exist. Mighty are concepts. All the world stuff is a concept. A concept reaches Reality without machinations.
No more subterfuge. You are right out here in plain view as the spirit that you are. You are the essence and no longer just a mere picture. The more subtle you are, the more powerful and the greater your Presence.
Away from Earth life, you know what you are doing even as your specific doing is invisible on Earth. From seeming individuality, you become The Dance of the Universe.