Nothing makes a difference. And everything makes a difference. Everything makes a difference to you! It makes a difference to how your heart feels. Yet when all is said and done, whether you go east or west, you are still you, and I AM. I am and there is stillness, and all is nothing but a ripple in the pond. The ripples ripple, and pond remains pond. And Ocean remains Ocean.
Life on Earth is a dream you live in. It will all evanesce. Like a wave, your present Earth life and the lives of those you love will be gone, and there will be other waves. Waves furl and unfurl. Waves roar like lions, and then they are no more. The waves matter greatly while they matter not at all. But the Ocean the waves manifest from matters, so, therefore, the waves of the Ocean do too. The Ocean wants its waves. It keeps them lapping.
All dreams come to an end. When they are fulfilled, they are over, yet the Ocean remains.
You have come to visit this planet named Earth for a little while. You are a tourist. And as with any vacation you go on, you return home, and it is as if you had never been away. And yet you give all you’ve got to your vacation. You have planned for it, and you embark on it, and then, soon enough, you return from it.
And so it is with life, beloveds. You strayed from Heaven in your thoughts, and now your mind returns you to Heaven. You thought you had been away, but it was only a dream you woke up from. What is true lasts. Eternity lasts. The day by day scenes on Earth do not. And yet, was not the time away beautiful? Even if there were mosquitoes, travel delays, mix-ups, was it not a wonderful vacation? Was there ever one like it? Everyone met like rotating points of stars, like gears of the universe, so unexpected and yet so designed.
Some might ask: What is the point of life on Earth? Beloved, your very return is the point. Your playing out of the fantasy is of the utmost importance even though it is fantasy. Let’s put it this way. You are given every opportunity to love. Love is vital. It is the game you play. You know how important sports are on Earth. They are over soon enough too, yet while they play, crowds cheer, and all the players give it their best. You give life your best. You know the outcome. And yet you play as if your life depended on it. You are guaranteed entry into Heaven. Therefore, your win is guaranteed. That very guarantee makes you play all the harder. You invest in Earth Life with all your heart. Somehow you find yourself in the arena of life. You don’t know how you got there. You may not know why. But here you are, and you play to the hilt. And yet you always know it is only a game. You take it seriously up to a point, yet there is a natural reservoir where you know better than to take it so seriously. And yet, it is part of the game, to take it seriously.
It is not new to you that life on Earth is temporary. Your life in that familiar body is temporary. The body is temporary. All your engagements are temporary. Everyone will say goodbye which is another way of saying that everyone will say hello in Heaven. Everyone will welcome everyone. All will be at the imagined reunion. Imagined because there always was union. Separation was never real. Love was real, and love lasts. We twanged love for a little while on Earth, and now the full orchestra plays in Heaven. There never was a pause. No beat was ever missed.