The Silence of the Snow
In the relative world, everything has a balance, even in what I say. It is this way and that way, and yet there is a balance. I tell you to take it easy, not to strain, to be good to yourself, very good to yourself, generous to yourself, kind to yourself, and yet I don't mean coddle, I don't mean that you don't make some effort, not effort, just an overture, a step, a little movement in the direction you want to go.
I tell you that We, you and I, are inseparable, and yet, at the same time, I ask you to come closer to Me, to move over, lean toward Me, hear Me and so on. In one way, it is enough that We are One. In another way, it is not enough, for it is My desire that you also knowingly experience Me. There is nothing like knowing Me for yourself. Otherwise, it is hearsay, even if it is hearsay that originated with Me.
There is not one person in the whole wide world who cannot know Me directly. You are meant to know Me for yourself. I am not meant to be an echo of words. I AM the Word, beloveds. It is good that you can say My Name and call out to Me. It is even better that you hear directly My answer. You may hear it faintly. You don't need to hear it loudly. A faint whisper from Me is enough.
Everyone has read about snow and heard about snow and seen pictures of snow. And, yet, you don't really know snow until you see it, touch it, taste it, play in it, make snowballs yourself, throw them, walk in the snow, and hear the silence of the snow.
You may know all about the desert and camels and dust storms, and yet, until you have been in a desert, lived in it, only then do you know the desert within your heart. Until you know the desert from experience, you do not know the desert. You know about the desert. You know facts about the desert. You may know every fact. You may have great knowledge of the desert, and yet you don't know the desert. You don't know sand until you run it through your fingers.
The ocean, the same. You don't know the ocean until you swim in it, feel it, float on it, be immersed in it, have a wave inundate you. You can taste the ocean for yourself. Beloveds, I AM the Ocean.
In the same way, you don't know a pistachio nut until you have pushed aside the shell with your fingers and pulled out the meat of the pistachio itself and bitten into it, tasted it, chewed it, swallowed it.
You may have eaten bananas all your life, and still you don't know what a fresh ripe banana off the tree tastes like.
You don't know what satin is until you touch some.
You may know all about the planets, and yet until you have held a planet next to your cheek, what do you know? You may know all about Earth from the encyclopedia. You have lived on Earth all your life, and yet how much do you really know about Mother Earth until you have felt her pulse and heard her heartbeat?
Come closer to Me, beloveds, and put your hand over My heart, and know for yourself that I am yours.
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