The way sunlight descends on your head so does My love descend on you. My love lands on you like a hat you pull on. Only you do not pull it on. It was already on you. You came with it. Consider My love a hat you wear. I put My love on you, and you can go nowhere without it.

Consider My love your crown. A crown is an aura of My love. Golden crowns are a symbol of the light of My love. But My love is not appointed. It is universal. All are Kings and Queens of My love. All. Yes, I say, All. Not one of you is without it. It is just that some are more aware, and when you are more aware of your riches, you have more to draw from.

Know that you wear the light of My love on your countenance. Wear it proudly. My love lights you up.

My love is the reality of you. My love permeates through you and around you. Near or far, only My love exists. Whatever you see or hear, it is made of My love.

You say, "Even a disaster? A disaster is made of Your love?"

And I say, Yes. I do not make disasters, but they are made from a frenzied moment of My love disjointed. My love is pure and true, but it can be disjointed in someone's mind, and anyone can make My love into what they will. That is what you have done.

A sweater is knit from wool. But many sweaters can be made from the same wool. And some can be unfinished, and some can be twisted, and some can be just right. But all came from the same wool.

Awareness of this one simple fact – that all is from My love, and only My love exists – will change your life and the coexistent world. Even the intellectual understanding alone of the totality and universality of My love will change things. Such knowledge has to lift you a notch higher, and as you go, so goes the world.

You are not on the fringe of the world. You are what the world is made of. You are made of My love, and the world is a manifestation of My love.

I gave you a garden to tend. The same garden can be well-cared for. It can be moderately cared for. It can be neglected as well. But even so, My garden will grow, and it grows toward Me. Inevitably, My garden grows.

You are all My gardeners. It is you who tends My garden. You are all My shepherds. It is you who watches over the flock. It is you I gave the world to. Whose is it if not yours? Is it somebody else's? Surely I did not give it to some and not to others.

If you are here on Earth, you are here at My bequest. I called you to Earth, and you came. And now I call you to awareness of Heaven which is also nothing but My love, My love original, My love undistorted, My love unobscured by the density of Earth.

Be not dense. Know you are My light on Earth. Know that you light the Earth. You are more than the surveyor of it. Yes, it was handed to you, and that makes it yours. Because it was here before you does not make it less than yours.

You have been granted Earth. You have been granted the world. What I have given you is in your hands. Let your hands be hands of love. Let them exemplify My love. Be gentle with the Earth and the world and the people who share it with you. Be gentle.