Make way for Me. Usher Me into your life. The way you would draw aside a curtain or open a door for another, just so, open your life to Me. In the olden days on earth, you would take off your hat and beckon one before you with a flourish and say, "Go before me." Just so, beckon Me to lead you where you want to go. Beckoning Me is most natural. It requires no flourish. It requires awareness.
It is not exactly that I need an invitation because I do go with you regardless. But your invitation is heralding yourself to Me. It is presenting yourself to Me. It is your way of saying, "I admit You, God. Enter. Go before me. Show me the way."
I say to you, "Hineni, I am here."
And you say to Me, "God, I also am here. I am here for You. For You, dear God, are my Chosen. I chose You the way You choose me. We choose One another. You ask me to be Your dance partner, and I put my hand in Yours, and We dance. And I also dare to invite You to dance with me, for You know the steps. I do not. You lead the way, and the steps don't matter. You take me beyond the steps. You take me beyond the dance floor. You take me beyond myself all the way to Heaven where, in truth, the music began."
You swirl me on the dance floor of life. We dance one dance and then another. There are so many dances, but One Dancer. There is Oneness. The motion stops and the dance goes on.
There is One Teacher. There is One Student. The sum total is One.
The very grandeur of it makes it simple. You do want it simple, don't you? You don't want complex any longer? Complex is everything piled together, and everything broken apart. And you re-pile the pieces, and you make the restoration hard. You think you are in a quandary. Look beyond the pile you have made. Your hands do not have to rebuild. Your eyes will rebuild. With your eyes, the pieces will assemble themselves. As you look up, all assumes its rightful place, and all is restored. It was only your frantic eyesight that distorted what had never come apart.
The dance broken into steps is not the dance. The dance is far more than the steps. You want the dance, not the steps.
You do not have to dance alone. You never could. Besides, alone is less fun.
It is natural to share because it is yourself you share with. "What do I look like?", you ask the mirror.
And as We dance, and as you share Me, you see what you look like. Actually, you see what you are, for it is truth you want to see, not appearances.
Truth is not some awful thing. It is an easy beautiful thing. Truth is not a reckoning. Truth is an unveiling. And it is yourself you unveil.
Consider Truth the dance, and untruth the pieces of the dance. Only together in Oneness does the dance make sense. Wholeness makes sense. Pieces don't. But this is not a puzzle for you to put together. It is for you to never mind the pieces. Attend to the Wholeness, and the assembly is complete.
Whether you are on the dance floor or on the sidelines, you are at the Dance. You do attend. You find yourself there. Might as well dance. Might as well come dance with Me. Come dance with Me.