Love is true, and love comes from the heart, and it is not true that love can be hurt, and yet I will say there is no Human heart that does not know hurt. Each heart carries its own subterfuge of ache.

There are no wounded hearts, for there is not a heart in the world that can exist without love. Where there is love, there is no wound. And it is an impossibility that even one heart without love can exist. Only hearts with love exist. And yet My children have had wounded hearts, and My children know what it is to have an aching heart.

You would spare all hearts pain. If you could deflect pain from even one heart, you would. You would like to prevent pain from any heart, and yet you have stomped on hearts. You have to admit it. But the heart you have stomped on most is the one located in your own chest. The way a man may beat his wife, you have become a heart-beater. You have restricted the beat of your heart. You have silenced it. You have downtrodden your heart. Your heart fears to distress you, and so you distress it. The more you pussyfoot around with your heart, the more pained it feels.

Your heart is incapable of being hurt, and yet you hurt it. The Truth of your heart is not what you have perceived. You have made your heart a fledgling bird not yet ready to fly. You have held it back by keeping it in a nest it long outgrew. Surely it is time now that you release your heart. Take off what you have bound your heart with. Take off the idea that your heart can be hurt. Stop hurting it. You have to let go of your heart, and you have to let go of those phantom wounds in your heart. The perceived wounds do not really require healing, or their healing lies in their being freed. You have held your heart in bondage for way too long.

Your heart is not meant for suffering. Your heart is made for freedom. Let your heart be free. Your heart knows better than you do what it should be. Your heart would like to free you from the bondage you have chained yourself to. You have protested the cutting of your heart in the same way you would chain yourself to a tree in order to prevent its being chopped down. Only you have pulled the chain too tight, and you are the one hurting the tree. Even though you mean to protect it, you have been hurting it.

Listen to Me. The best protection you can give your heart is to let it be free. Unbind it now. Rub its wrists. Get your heart's circulation back.

If you have covered your heart with ice, you did so with the idea of prolonging your heart's life, but you have been misguided. No heart is meant to be chilly. All hearts are meant to be warmed by the sun. Take those ice packs off. Simply throw them away. Ice melts. Your heart would not have to melt except you froze it.

Let your heart now be in the rainforests of love. Let the native drums of your heart beat with the audacity they are meant to. No heart was ever meant to be restricted. All hearts are meant to beat in the rhythm of nature and not to the rhythm of an imposed calculation. Your heart is best left to its own devices. It will get its rhythm back. You can be sure that your heart knows the song it is meant to sing, and sing your heart must, not a composed song you have laid out, but its own tune. Call it atavistic if you will, but let your heart be free to be a heart and not a man-made contraption tied to all kinds of concepts of your making. Unpain your hearts, beloveds. Let go of the myth of restriction as a holy thing. Let your heart beat in the freedom of love. Let your heart be what it is. Remember your heart is Mine. Would you really restrict My heart of love?