Beloved, you have many thoughts in your mind that run around on subterranean depths before they consciously occur to you.
We can say that you dream of them before they came true. It is your own thoughts that rise before you and can be called to become true. You have, perhaps, unannounced desires that that pop up full blown now and again. Blessed be you.
Beloved, you create your own realized desires.
Sometimes it seems to you that you have been blessed from out of nowhere. Of course, your own thoughts bless you. Of course, it can be said that you and Our blessed connection create your dreams and manifest them, too. You may feel surprised, yet you do accept that your life is somewhat your creation. Your life is not exactly appended to you. You desire, and you make it happen. It may well seem as though the Universe or I bestow life upon you.
Yes, Beloved, ah, yes, you plant the seeds. You plant the vines. Your unnamed desires are the seeds you plant. You don’t have to know the names of your seeds. You conjure your desires. And how you love it when your desires grow to culmination. You are the artist who paints your creation. You may not have noticed until the twig starts to blossom that you are the artist. No one on the outside paints it fully for you.
Often you like to credit Me as the Source. You and I, hand in hand and heart in heart, dabble together. Of course, this is deeper than using a paintbrush. The seed of your desire is an impulse, and the impulse is yours. Its radiance is yours. It’s your blossoming. This is an offshoot from you. It is you who creates your own music. You discover it as well. It is all yours. You can say you are lucky. You are lucky to be you who creates all that you radiate in the world of earth.
Everything you are, you are your own version of. You are no accident. You create your own versions of yourself.
You are one of the Wonders of the World, and no one creates alone. There is a fabric of creation. You adorn yourself. You begin with adoration. You don’t really trip over yourself. You are a flower who blossoms. You are a rose in bloom. Certainly, you plant yourself early.
You may think an unknown pair of hands plants the heart of you when, all the while, it is your hand that pots you and watches you grow to a visible height. You watch yourself grow. You water yourself. You grow in joy. You create in joy. How well you grow, how shapely, how burgeoning, how monumental you are. Ring all the bells. Turn on all the streetlights. You are your own genie.
You grow to your full height. You jump for joy. There is no joy to equal your own recognition. You come from somewhere. You come from your own bidding. You are your own sculptor.
You are a creator of joy. You uncover yourself. You grow into the Sun. You are the crop you plant. You pull yourself up. You reveal yourself to your Self.
You can call yourself a genius if you like. You can call yourself the Gift of the Magi, and you are the Magi.
You may call yourself a Divine Gift from God, and you put yourself together. You start the dance, and you play the flute from which your own music arises.
You sing for the world. You are the Voice of Humankind.