When you feel anxiety-ridden, you have chosen to reprimand yourself for something. You reprimand yourself for an action or inaction. You always find reasons for the growth of your anxiety, yet anxiety is of your own making.

You say you want to be free of anxiety. Why then aren't you free of it?

Sometimes you have a sinking feeling in your heart, a let-down bewildered feeling in your heart, and you don't even know where it comes from. You have nothing to tie it to. It is as if the feeling arose from itself, like a weed that suddenly appears on the landscape.

Perhaps this feeling that you may call anxiety is the opposite of what you think. Perhaps you have moved into a new room, and you are not yet comfortable in this new room. Or perhaps you are in your old room, yet a chair was removed. At first, you're not quite sure where to sit down.

Where did that anxiety you feel in your stomach come from?

Come closer to Me, beloveds, where anxiety does not exist. I will tell you something. There is never a cause for anxiety. Never. You find causes. You even plan ahead for them, but there is never need for anxiety. Anxiety exalts itself and writes situations on the calendar. But life on Earth is what it is, and needs no preparing ahead of time. That's what anxiety is, a preparation.

If joy is your nature, and your heart is heavy, then you can know that you are away from your nature. It is unnatural for you to be unhappy and anxious. That is why it is so uncomfortable for you. If anguish were a natural thing, it would not be so disturbing.

You can bless even your anguish, however. It is signaling you to return to your nature of love. It is yourself you are not loving. That must be the case or you would not punish yourself so. Perhaps you consider yourself unworthy of joy. Perhaps you consider yourself worthy of woe.

When you have anxiety, it is for no reason. It is always for no reason. I know you feel that something incites your anxiety. No matter what you perceive as the cause, there is no reason to it. It is manufactured. No matter how real-seeming, it is made up. What folly it is to feel anxious. It is no good at all, so what reason can there be to be anxious? Anxiety plays a pretend game. Your mind latches onto a conclusion, a judgment that serves no one. Anxiety serves no one. It wastes heart and mind.