Just be. No necessity to wear make-up of one kind or another, neither bright nor pale. You are made for more than yourself alone. This does not mean you are made to please others. Please yourself as well and please My Heart, Beloveds. This is how you serve the world.
You don’t have to be up to the minute in your Life. You aren’t a supposition. You aren’t an antic. You are you, and you are real even as, in the world, you are far more than the personality you may have limited yourself to.
Recall yourself to Grace. Be of One Mind with Me. Be of One Heart with Mine.
We shall divvy-up the Glory of Life. As big as a mountain or as small as a pond, let’s make merry while the Sun shines. Let’s make merry even when the Sun doesn’t shine, yet nevertheless is. Life is good however it is dressed. There is nothing like Life. Find all the fault you like, and still nothing equals Life in rain or in shine.
Paddle your canoe or race your motor boat, what else possibly equals Life as it comes before you? There is no death. Your body steps around a corner and divests itself. Your body is no more than an appendage anyway. Your body isn’t paramount. Your body is a wrapping, and wrappings serve for a while, and then the Soul of You rises.
Of course, bodies are precious to you, yet, by and large, you know that a body without its Soul is an empty suitcase. You require a suitcase when you are traveling here and there. When you are Home, you don’t have use for your suitcase. This is just how it is. You are Soul.
To be without your erstwhile body seems like a calamity to you. Death is an illusion. There is no death except that which you think, and, so, you tend to take on the false claim of death as if death were true. It’s hard for My Beloveds to let go of physical impressions.
You think the physical is gospel. You rely on bodies, yours and others’ when bodies are not the diamonds you truly treasure. You perpetuate a hoax on yourself, and then, later, when the time comes and bodies drop off and go off leaving you behind, you protest.
If you could absorb that time does not really exist, then the fact that death also does not exist would seem more real to you.
I understand that parting is sweet sorrow, yet there is no parting and, therefore, no need for sorrow except that you do believe in all that separation which is non-existent and impossible and illogical. If you thought candy were bitter, you wouldn’t enjoy candy either.
No one leaves Life behind. The body, yes. Life itself, never.
Here’s the rub. You also think you exist only in the structure of a body. You tend to mourn the absence of your body as if, when you close your beautiful eyes and cease to breathe, you say bye-bye to You. You believe you are gone as well.
The thing is, there is no end to you. You are Eternal, not your physical body, but you, the Essence of You.
Every Soul is forever. What is called death is a Great Transformation. For a while you exist in a body. You are no less existent when your body flies away.
Sink into the idea that, with or without a body, there is you. With or without a body, the you of you is BEAUTIFUL. Your Soul, even as you can’t point to it, far surpasses your body that serves as a vehicle only for a while.
No longer become attached to material things. They are not real. The material things matter to you only for a while. You know this. This is how it is.