The Earth Breathes with You

God said:

Words are one thing, reality another. There are no words for Reality. Words are attempts to describe. But words cannot describe the Indescribable. The Indescribable cannot be described, but it can be recognized. Even a glimpse gives you recognition.

You have layers of awareness. Sometimes you use the words before you have the awareness. Awareness cannot be fetched, but it can be welcomed.

The universe exists within you. If the universe exists within you, certainly the little globe called Earth does. If you are the world, you are the world, and that includes Earth and all the Heavens and all the inbetween. The world exists within you. You gave birth to it, and you birth it every day. One with Everything, you are pregnant with the Earth. You are One with it. This Oneness is love, beloveds.

Love is not an instruction. You cannot love on demand. But you can become aware of your closeness to all of Creation. You can clasp the Universe in an embrace. There are stars at the ends of your fingers.

You are light, and all that exists is light. All there is in all the world and beyond is light. Do not be afraid to be light and to embrace the Oneness of Light that you are.

There is nothing but light, and the Earth you live on is light.

Density is an illusion. Light is Truth. But it is also fine to love an illusion, and you love the imagined ball you live on. It carries you, and you carry it. This pulsating Earth is dear to you.

Would you not pick it up in your arms and bless it? I am telling you that you do. The Earth breathes with you, and you pump it with your inhalation and exhalation. The Earth is buoyed by you. There is no separation between you and the Earth. You roll with the Earth. You are the Earth. You are its grassy meadows, and you are the Sea. The Moon is yours, and all that you do not see is also yours. Nothing is out of your sight. Just out of your awareness. All That which you have forgotten is also yours. It is unforgettable, and yet you have momentarily forgotten.

When you forget your purse and leave it somewhere, it is still your purse.

You are not only the outer roundness of the planet you live on, you are also its interior. You have swallowed the Earth. You are the Earth entire. You can swim inside as well as outside. You have the whole Earth, inside and out, within you. You contain the Earth. You are its container. The Earth does not exist independent of you nor you independent of it.

No planet moves without you, and you make no move without the planets.

You are like fish who swim in the water. Elegant man and woman on Earth are you. The Earth is you and you are the Earth. Notice that, despite all your plaints, you love the Earth and all of Creation. Made of the dust of Earth, you love it. It is Yourself you love. There is nothing else for you to love but your Self of love.

The Earth and all the Heavens flow through your heart. There is an inexorable connection. Feel it now. The connection is a beautiful bow from a ribbon made of love. No one can find the beginning or end, for there is no beginning nor end to find. Love wraps itself around the world, and you are enclosed within it. There are no limits to you, neither interior nor exterior. You soar the Earth. You are the Earth soaring.

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This Oneness is love, beloveds.

Oh my, what "on earth" are we talking about when we talk whatever we're talking? Are we trying to keep Reality at bay? Are we trying to avoid disappearing in that universal embrace? Hi, light, tell me, what does it feel like to be just light? When all is light, can there be highlights like, um, tiramisu? You see, if I am Earth's grassy meadows, can I still lie in them and watch the clouds I am? Can light mean something to light, something special, I mean? Okay, God says it's fine to love an illusion, but it seems that if I don't really know it's an illusion it might be clinging rather than love. Perhaps I should be on a talk fast.

There are stars at the ends of your fingers

How even more beautiful this Song is than I first thought! And reading it slowly enough, it is so complete that it leaves nothing to say.