You remember that I am everywhere. And that includes within you. I am not far away from you to listen to. I am not usually a voice that booms out of the sky. I am an impulse in you. You may hear the tiniest beginning of an impulse. My beloveds, for so long you have been denying My budding impulses within you, because you deny yourself.
You most certainly deny your worthiness. But no longer deny those tiny murmurs within you that call you to Me. They call you to My love and our little journey together. That is Our communion.
If it is true that I am always with you, what but your denial could prevent you from allowing Me to share My thoughts with you? Your denial is your ignorance. Your ignorance is so certain that it is hard for you to accept that I mean you. Listen to Me now. Listen to Me beating within your heart. Listen to Me expanding your hearing.
Your heart hears Me. Your ears may hear the echoes of Me, but it is your heart that hears Me. I whisper to your heart. I knock on the inner door of your heart. I say, "I am here. Hear Me!"
It is hard for you to believe that you hear Me because you have been taught that I am not for you. You have been taught that I am to be feared or avoided or worshipped, but you have been somehow taught that I am not really for you and that you are really not for Me. That is the meaning of separation. Your mind conspires to occlude Me from your view. If you did not consent to separation, you would know Our Oneness. Our Oneness is Our closeness. It is not our farawayness.
You may well believe in My existence. That is not much trouble for you. You can believe in Mars too, but what difference does that belief make when, in terms of yourself, you have nothing to do with Mars, and Mars has nothing to do with you.
What is difficult for you to conceive and accept is that We, you and I, are inseparable, that you have always been with Me, and I with you, but you locked yourself out. You thought your place was outside. You thought you were ignoble, and that I would only love the purest of the pure. You were so ashamed of your body that you covered it in the Garden of Eden. It was your face you covered. It was your eyes you covered. Feel not shame for being a Human being. I made you it. It was My gift to you, not your shame.
You, even in a Human body, have My entirety.
You are in My Kingdom, not outside it.
You are My plantation. It is you I tend. My sun and My rain nurture you. Lilies of the field know My love. They accept. They turn not away from it. Perhaps you are a flower that thinks the sun and the rain are not for you. There you are, in the rain and under the sun, in the midst of them, and you think it's not for you that the sun shines and it's not for you that the rain pours.
Exclude yourself no longer.
My words are meant for you. My love is yours. Our hearts beat. We are One. We are One. Even amidst the diversity, We are One. Be My One.