Waiting is putting yourself on hold. That is what waiting is. You do not wait for something. You wait for yourself to go ahead.

Waiting isn't exactly procrastination. Waiting is fear. How strange a word is "fear". It is a certain sound. It is a symbol of nothing, yet it strikes itself in your heart like a reverberating gong. The mere mention of it is an anathema. The mere mention of it makes it present.

Why on earth would this blessed heart I have made be so well acquainted with fear. This is a question I often ask Myself. What are My children so afraid of. They already fear the worst — that they have been banished and abandoned. From that myth, fear arises or it descends. In any case, it stirs itself up. It looms.

Fear loves itself. It loves to grow big. It is the tail of ego or perhaps the nose. It is the entourage of ego. It is the precursor. It is the cloak.

Ego, which is so small, has to make itself big in fear.

If Satan exists, his name is fear. Fear is the hiss of a snake. You only think you hear it. Fear is ruthless with you. It makes you tremble.

I cannot banish fear because there is nothing to banish. But I can restore you to yourself where fear does not exist.

What illness could possibly exist when fear does not?

Fear and regret are two sides of the same coin. Fear is dread of what might occur, and regret is dread of how you responded or did not respond to what did occur. And all the time, nothing has occurred.

Fear is an image of the future and the memory of the past, neither of which exist or are a basis for anything.

So you are phony in your fears. You hold them dear. You hold dear what you say you don't want, and yet you nourish them at your breast.

Your heart was not meant to hold fear. That is not the purpose of the heart. The heart holds love, the least drop of which is stronger than the greatest of fears. Love lasts. There is no last drop to it.

Today let Us nourish the love in Our hearts. Let's ease the fear out. Forget fear, and remember love. Remember My love.

You forget so many things, but not fear.

Fear is a wandering foot soldier. It is weary of itself.

You fear you do not exist, and so you make fear your existence. Fear from noon to night.

Fear glimpses itself, and it screams.

Now that we have identified this unidentifiable fear, you can be done with it. Laugh at it a little, and it will cower. It will blush in shame and run away.

When fear is gone, you are with Me. You are even with Me when fear slips in. But fear has no place with Me, and therefore not with you. But do not even be wary of fear, for it is only a creature of the night.

Love is a state of well-being. It is awareness of the Oneness of Truth. Fear withers in its presence. In awareness of Oneness, there is only love. Love swells. Love makes itself known, for it loves itself. It loves what it is. It loves knowing itself. Fear is an errant lover. Love is faithful.

Love is the hero of life. It is the vanquisher of fear. There is no place for the murmur of fear when love is sounded.

Whenever you feel the shreds of fear, exculpate them with the word "love". Change your image of fear to the truth of love. Fear, go away. Love, stay. Truth lasts. Fear that has no real existence was a pretender anyway.

Do you make fear go away, or do you walk away from it? Tip your hat at fear. See it for the figment it is. Then pass it by. You do not have to choose it. Choose Me. Choose Me. I am your Mentor, not fear.

How much of your life is spent dealing with time? Time cracks its whip over you. Time is lavish with its whip, and you become a slave to it. If time did not exist, if you did not give it homage, you would be a relaxed Human being. Your belief in time is another shade of fear. Certainly you fear time.

The illusion of illness, which is fear-based, exists only in the illusion of time.

You try to catch up to time. You run to catch up to it and never quite make it. Of course not. You cannot keep illusions. You can never quite reach them so, of course, you can't hold on to them. Time is a sniper who dodges back and forth. He darts here and there.

Time is a narrow passage you think you run through.

Yes, time is a partner with fear. Space, which you think you occupy, slides in time. Or time rests its elbow on space. All time is a warp. It is warped. Space and time are also allies, and they like to rule you. There is so much belief in illusions. They want you to believe in them. You want to believe in them. You think they are your safety net.

What is your need for safety then but your semblance of fear?

So, how do you displace time and space and their incumbent fear?

The presence of love takes you out of time and space. You already know that.

What is another name for illusion? It is lie. What is not true is a lie. It is something made up for one occasion or another. It is an artifice.

The lie of time and space everyone has bought. You get your bearings with them, but they are a false compass.

You and I are not about time and space. They really have nothing to do with Us. We are infinite love. We are above and beyond everything you have ever imagined. And now you are coming to Truth. There is no parting.

You know that time and space are untrue, and that's why you allow fear.