Beloveds, do not think it is an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

There is no retaliation worth its salt. There is no payback worth its name.

It is not for you to stay at the level of a wrong. My beloved children are not schoolboys who must hit back. You are messengers of God.

Your question must always be, not what someone has done and done to you, but what are you yourself thinking and what direction are you moving toward now regardless of what anyone has said or what has happened.

You are not pushing a boulder up a mountain only to have it fall again. You are not pushing a boulder at all. Nothing blocks you from reaching the mountain top except for your own desultoriness.

You think your life is aimless, purposeless, random, and that you cannot pick yourself up from it.

You discourage yourself. You deter yourself. Change all that and become a champion of yourself. Bet on yourself.

You have made great strides. You know you are farther along than you were. You know you progress. You do not retrogress.

And you do not go around in circles.

It is good for you to know that you don't have to bend to every circumstance that comes along. But that does not mean for you to be resolute. This is not a question of will. It is a question of coming from strength. Toss out all your ideas of weakness.

You are not a piece of wood that is buffeted up and down by the ocean. You are the ocean. The ocean does not resist what sails on it, but it doesn't flounder either.

The winds that blow are not the maker of you.

I am the Maker of you.

I have put out a call to arms. Arms in this case means love. The love We speak of now does not mean affection. It is much larger than that. It means understanding. It means being pliant, receptive, awarding. It means being something like a Buddha sitting still with a smile and seeing beyond the obvious.

You talk about life as an entity: How you greet it. What you make of it. You say to face it, as if life were your foe, as if life were a wrestler opposite you, out to get you, trample you to the ground.

God is a sentinel.

I blow the horn of life. Once sounded, it reverberates through the universe. Indeed, it brought the universe into being, and the perpetual sounding keeps it going. You are part of the creation made from My call. I summoned you. I summon you still.

Once played, the note of you continues. You are eternal. You are the sound issued from My lips, and I continue to hum you.