As birds know how to soar, so do you know how to soar. Soar to Me. Do you think your heart doesn't know how to fly?

How do the birds fly? There is no great teacher who teaches them how. The mother bird nudges her baby birds a little, and the baby birds take off. Before they know it, they are flying. It is so natural for birds to fly. It is inborn in them. How can they not fly? Why would they ever choose not to? A flying bird never wants to be grounded. A human heart does not either.

Nudge yourself, beloveds, and come to Me. I am not far away at all. The tips of Our fingers are touching right now. It is not even a leap you have to take. It's just an infinitesimal shift from where you are sitting. It is a moving over as you would move over in a church pew to make room for someone else to sit. In this case, you are moving yourself over the slightest bit to reach the entry of the chalice of My heart.

You have an inclination to fly to Me, and yet you fear to. What are you afraid of? More love than you ever thought possible? So many cushions of love that you think you may be lost in them? Are you afraid of undoing yourself from so much doing and the protection of all the brambles you have surrounded yourself with?

Beloveds, you are simply afraid of losing the boundaries. Although the boundaries interfere with your flying, you are rather accustomed to them. You are used to having them in your way. You are accustomed to going around them. You almost don't notice them any more. They have always been there, it seems. They don't fit you. They don't become you, yet you are accustomed to them like sloppy house shoes you clomp around in. Beloveds, you can get used to anything, isn't that so? You have gotten used to anything even when there is no good pretext for them.

So now give yourself a chance to get used to being without the shrouds of boundaries. Once you get off the ground, boundaries won't matter any longer. They weren't much anyway except as you thought so. Just think of how easy it will be for you to get used to flying with Me across the boundless blue. You won't miss the boundaries, not one bit. Boundaries will fall away, and they will fall away from even your recollection of them. Boundaries are like scars. Scars served you, and then they fade away. They served you once. The scars saved you when you were wounded.

In the case of boundaries, beloveds, they are the wounds. In the case of these wounds, you just have to get up and leave them. Walk away from them. You don't require their support. Why cling to them now? They are illusion anyway.

Enjoy the boundaries of the relative world and know that you do not need them. You live in the relative world of illusion, but illusion is only illusion. Illusion isn't all that there is. There is a whole lot more, and I want it for you, and you want it, this whole other Reality of a world beyond, or a world within, or a world above, or a world of a different complexion right in the same place where you happen to be right now.

Hello, do you hear Me? If you hear Me, just come a little closer. That's it. And if you don't hear Me, perhaps you have a sense of Me. Then just come a little closer. And if you don't have a sense of Me, come a little closer then too. I think I have counted everyone and so that makes the decision easy, and now fly to Me.