It is I Who is your servant, dear child. You protest. You say: “God, that You serve does not make You a servant.”

Beloved beloved, We are not We but One, and, so it is that the Served is the Server. Or, it can be said, that there is Self-Service, and this is all there can be. You have heard before that the Seeker is the Sought. The One Who finds can only find himself. If there is only Oneness, the Fullness of Oneness, then it can also be said that there is no one to seek. There is only the Found. That which you seek is Thy Own Self. Can Oneness hunt Oneness?

In this sense, grammar plays a part. There is a big division and intricate display of that which is named grammar. Only straight-out Being is True. You are the Be-er of Being. There is no action, interaction, or cross-action. Grammar tries to keep you in place.

It has been said that John loves Mary, yet love is not exactly movement. Love is Being. It cannot correctly be said that John loves Mary. It can correctly be said that John loves, the sun shines, water is wet, yet nothing goes anywhere or can land anywhere. In one sense, it cannot truthfully be said that Being is everywhere because there is no space for Being to go to. Being is full, yet there is no somewhere for Being to travel to or from or to be received or given.

Of course, science says that the truth is that everything is in motion as unseen atoms streaming when Life is still life. Only Stillness exists.

All speech is a manner of speech.

Existence is life.

You exist. You are. That is enough.

What you call Great Being is God. I tell you that there is no lesser Being.

The world complicates. The world gets intricate. There become patterns of differentiation. The simple is made complex. And all that you see and describe and enact yourself is fancy. There is no movement. There is no differentiation. There is Oneness.

What are these utterances then that I make? It is Self-Talk. I talk to Myself, and I hear Myself.

As for this entity that you refer to as yourself, you imagine yourself as less than I, God, the One of Oneness. This is a departure from Truth. This is embroidery you pretend to make. Design is love imagining that it runs away with itself. Love has no place to run to and no one to run with.

The field of life in the world is surreal. It is a painting truly painted in invisible paint.

There is no story to tell. All the stories are made up by mind’s imagining. There is only Being. There is no death. There is Being. There is Existence. There is no non-Existence. There is no addition nor subtraction. There is no multiplication. There is no division. There is Oneness.

There is nothing for the sake of another, for there is no other.

Where does Oneness exist when there is no where? Where does time exist when there is no time? How can a Universe be folded and unfolded and spewed upon the non-existent Earth you play in? Can there be an Ocean to swim in and for waves to go in and out of the water? This is also a dream. Only God Is Truth. There is nothing but God. All the rest amounts to words.

The imagined world that is seemingly believed in and seemingly believed in alike from one imagined individual to another is really a big zero. One is One. Truth is One. Being is Oneness, and Oneness is Being.

Where does exploration take us? Nowhere. Nowhere to go, and no one to take us there. All of life is a lot of ado about Oneness. And yet this imaginary world is also breathtakingly beautiful and serves as a platform for Being to dance on and make an impression.