Everything vibrates. As you write HEAVEN, as you read HEAVEN, your vibration comes closer to Mine.

Everything has its vibration, its metre. You are a manifestation of a vibration.

Indecision has its own chorus. Joy. Disdain. Hope. Belief. Trust. Realization. Love. The pure note is you in tune with Me.

Then your heart sings its song. You create a color. You become the most flowing note.

Flowers are pure. A rose is a rose. A daisy is a daisy. A columbine is a columbine.

Flowers have no doubt as to who they are. They know their magnificence. They know on which stem they grow.

Only My children debate who they are, argue their existence, question their being.

A flower gives joy. Your puppies give joy. My children give joy in full as they accept My magnificence as their own.

The royal duke who has amnesia does not maintain his dukedom.

Unless a light goes on, the shaded room is dark.

You bought the idea that you were separate from Me, different, as though you were an aberration, as though you were a mistake where I make no mistakes.

Do you see how doubt of yourself is doubt of Me?

Following Me starts with looking, then receiving, all the while being Being and requiring nothing.

You bought a kitchen appliance at a fair; it doesn't work. You bought it, so you continue trying it until one day you can see that the gadget simply does not live up to its promise.

The appliance you bought is the world, and Heaven is free, and it is yours, and you are its, and you truly are My child of love. I did create you One with Me and with all.

Drink from the cup I offer you. Join the ranks of the angels. Lift up your eyes. I await you. I await your decision.

Golden is the moment.

You think you fear disaster and grief. You merely put your attention on those so can forget your light. You think that goldenness is the dream, while it is truth. You think loss and gain are real, and you pursue them, while they are the fake rabbit the racing dogs chases.

You have forgotten your name. It is that you seek. You seek for yourself. I am your Self. You seek that which you already are.

As you journey to yourself, you drop off the toys you no longer need. After all, what can you bring to Heaven? There is no illusion here. In Heaven there is no trading of truth for fiction. There is nothing broken there. Just wholeness is. Just the sweetness of truth which is union with Me.

Confusion is away from fusion (union) with Me. In Oneness with Me, confusion does not exist. Certainty does.