If there is any bowing down to do, I will do it. I am at the height from which a bow can come. Come to My height, beloveds, and then you will bow down to yourself. As it is, beloveds, you work hard while I sit and enjoy. You go blindly through life while I know life backwards and forwards. You get stymied, troubled, anxious while I am content. You do all the work, and I sit watching the television of the world. You deserve a medal, and I will pin it on you.

You give solace to the world. The world, as it sees itself, requires quite a bit of solace. Solace the world, beloveds. Hold it up like a golden chalice for all to see and all to drink from.

The conjecture of the world has been that it is in pieces, and therefore in pain. And you, too, willingly, have bought pain and suffering as your inheritance, while I, from My perch, extol you to skip through life merrily as if you had not a care. I do understand where you are coming from. You do not yet understand where I am coming from. Instead, you see opposed views and opposed experience.

You must know by now that you are not going to change My mind. I cannot deny that which I see and that which I know. I deny nothing. You are the one who denies. You take in a faulty scenario every time. You have been the fall guy, beloveds. You have dubbed yourself many unworthy things, but never the Blessed of All. Never the Blessed Blessor of All. You have given yourself many nicknames but never your real name.

When someone asks you who you are, you haven't yet said Child of God. You haven't yet said The Blessed One. You confer low titles upon yourself and refuse to wear the name I give you.

Think of what would happen to the world if you once identified yourself as I do identify you. Come now, really, Who do you think is right? You don't think you are, do you? At the least, you may think I am mistaken. You are at a loss to understand Me, while I understand you to a T.

Let's get together on this, beloveds. You, yes, the very you, are the apple of My eye. You are My vision, and you are My storyteller. The Kingdom of Heaven is to be known through you. I already know it, so it is not to Me that you tell the Story of Real Life on Earth. No, it is for you to make a movie of it in your own life. It is for you to show the patterns of Heaven. It is for you to lay Heaven out on Earth for all to walk on. It is for you, and yet you wait for Me. It is for you to bring about My Will. It is not for Me, and it is not for anyone else. It is for you.

I dubbed you Child of God long ago. Children do their father's bidding. I bid you do Mine. Go upstairs and change your mind about the world, and then come down and see what happens. See what one person can do by acknowledging his or her identity. That's all you have to do. See yourself as you are, or at least admit that I may be correct about who you are, and then you are like the sun who doesn't have to do anything but shine. It is natural for the sun to shine. You haven't quite realized, but it is natural for you to shine.

Will you, beloveds, get out there to shine in My Name? Will you get out there and reveal the Truth of the world, not this sham that has been portrayed, but the Truth? Will you make it true? Will you not reveal the Truth of "As in Heaven, so is it on Earth"?