Snow People
How simple is snow. It is white. It falls to the ground. It is shoveled. It melts. It turns to water. Water evaporates. The snow disappears from sight, and yet it has turned into water which will come again as rain or snow. The world at large does not cry out about the vanishing of snow. Those who shovel do not say: "Oh, dear, what a terrible thing! Snow is gone."
In a sense, all the loved ones you mourn are only snowmen, beloveds. And all those you may fear or dislike, they too are only snowmen, here today and gone tomorrow.
I ask you again, what is all this fuss on Earth about?
Take care of all the snow people you make. Give them a hat and a scarf. Enjoy them, for they appear for only a short while. Why not love them? They, as well as you, are temporary. They are neither permanent roses nor permanent thorns.
Everything on Earth is fleeting, beloveds. You cannot really get a handle on the relative world, and yet you deem to hold it in your hand as if it were stationary and permanent.
Only the love is imperishable, beloveds. This you keep. This you have always. All the rest is ever evanescent. That which is really you is not temporary. That which is really you is not the physical manifestation of you, just as love is not the Valentine card or box of candy.
Do not think that the permanent unseen is less evident because it is unseen. It is unseen, yet it is Known. It is not that it lingers. It just is that it is always. Wherever you may be, all the love in Heaven is wired within you, and all that which you have treasured on Earth disappears from view but not from consciousness. All is intact. All whom you have known, all that you have experienced, disappears, and yet it is ever stamped in what you might call the Akashic records. It is stamped in love, beloveds, and love remains unchanged. You are not your words on Earth. You are not even your deeds. You are so much more than that. You are inviolable Being.
Call Akashic records the DNA of recorded time. Time records itself. However, the only record of note is love which is ever-present and needs no taping. Incidents are incidents. The past is the past. You are now. You are beyond the past. You are far beyond the past. The past has nothing to do with you anymore. Recent past or far past, the past is a speck on the wall. The past is interesting, yet there are other things for you to delve into.
Delve into your contribution to the world right now. If you were St. Peter in another life, that's very nice, and yet now you are My child on Earth. I sent you as you, and it is you right now that you are to discover and reveal. Reveal love, beloveds. What else is there really for you to do?
As you loose your hold on the manifested physical world, more does love take its seat. Love was always here, and now it shines without distraction. Beloveds, let not the hobby of distraction keep you back from your embrace of love and your giving of it. There is nothing else to know. I harbor all the love that is all there is. There is nothing else worth counting. There is nothing else.
Enjoy the snowmen of the world. Know that they are made of love. And so now you will love and never again imagine that you can depart from love. Love renews itself again and again, and love is what it has always been, My fullness of heart.
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