Beloved, a sense of incompleteness seems to chase you, as if there is something you are missing and may never find out what it is. Yes, you have a longing, yet may not know, for a fact, what your longing may be. For all you know, you could be longing for a longing.
When you have a tooth missing, your tongue finds the gap.
It can’t be that your soul or part of your soul is missing, yet what is this vagueness of urgency that seems to follow you around? You know not its name. You misplaced or forgot altogether what now seems to be a blank. You would like to send out a search party. Perhaps you lost your own address. Could you be a missing person? Could you be missing from yourself? Could you have been crossed out, and no one told you? Why weren’t you told?
I tell you now to go out into nature, and you will restore your soul. You will recall your Self to your Self. You will discover what you are doing here on earth. No longer will you feel away or apart. Pull off your socks. Let your bare feet touch the grass. Recall fresh air. You inhabit the Universe.
Right this moment, you are finding your Self. You just haven’t quite gotten the hang of Infinity. You can’t hold Infinity tight. There is no table of contents for Infinity that you can look up. There is more to life on earth than meets the eye.
Perhaps you are forgetting familiarity. You are in sight. You are in touch. You begin to hear yourself humming a song.
Something marvelous is happening. It has always been happening. You aren’t swimming at sea. You are full and deep in the ocean. You are swimming to shore, or you are swimming closer to shore. The thing is that you swim!
You require no shoring up. The water is fine. You are fine. Think less. Be more. Just be. Allow yourself to be as free as a breeze. Stop thinking of what is the matter. In Truth, there is no matter. Matter does not exist. Never mind what life seems to be. All that actually exists on this planet are expressions of love. There is no wilderness. There is no accounting. Love makes itself known.
There are no calendars. There are no markings. There are no I.D.s. There is Is-ness abounding. There are reflections of the sun. You are a reflection of the sun that you behold. The sun warms you. You are close to Home. Rather, you are Home. You are Home here with Me. You don’t lag. You fly free with Me. We fly freely. We mount the steed of love that flies across the sky. Never did you leave Heaven. You exist in Heaven. You have a magnificent view that stays lodged within yourself. You are ever at Home. Sometimes, you aren’t quite able to focus in this bright light that consumes you.
Beloved, the only existence that exists lies in Heaven. There is nowhere else to be. Heaven expands, and so does your heart, and so do the hearts of all.
Welcome to My Country. Come sit with Me, and We shall all the Treasures of Heaven prove. We do not set out to prove. This is simply how it is. Heaven is Our address. This is where We sit and love the world for all to see.
Love flies all over. Love is the master of the Universe. Keep your eye on love. Light is your canoe, brother. Light is your heart, brother. Hallowed be Our Name.