"Thy Will, not mine" means My Consciousness, not yours.

I am tempted to say no more. Let that be it. Let you fill it in. Let you sit with that.

But I will resist the temptation, and talk to you a little more about it.

Unless it is My Will, My beloveds, it is your lack of understanding.

My Will prevails in any case. But it really is not My Big Will over your little will. It is comprehension We're talking about.

If you knew what I knew, you would see differently, but it is more than that.

Now, consciousness isn't merely knowledge. It is awareness which holds more than knowledge. I'm not really saying that if you could see down the road, perhaps lifetimes down the road, then you would draw a breath and understand and give up ignorance. A detail of knowledge is not sufficient. A detail of knowledge is only a detail of knowledge.

You already KNOW that the death of a beloved is a magnificent thing. You've heard that. You may accept that wholeheartedly with your mind. Or you may grudge that that may be so. Or you may feel that's ridiculous. But, in any case, your suffering says, "So what? What about now? I want my loved one here now."

We are not talking about suffering now, reward later. Despite what you have heard about Me, I do not believe in sacrifice. I don't believe in giving up something in order to gain an end. That smacks too much of a trade. Anyway, that's not the point, for the fact is: there is nothing to give up. Nothing can be given up.

What I am trying to say is that the idea of sacrifice buys into an illusion, the illusion being that anything true can be lost. There is no illusion in the idea that something great is ahead. That is how it is, whatever you think about it. Something great is ahead, regardless of what you do now and what trades you make or any of the innumerable thoughts you have.

But the thing to know is that something great IS right now, and that is all there is. All the rest that you put up with and inveigle — all that is passing the time, a cat's cradle of back and forth, one thread over another, in and out, and back again. The configuration is different, but the string is the same.

How does your consciousness rise to Mine? I hear you saying: "Tell me, God, please, how to do this. Tell me how to get into Your Consciousness. I will do it this instant. I am tired of suffering, and I am tired of ignorance. I want to be fully Your consciousness. Enough of my own. Here, gladly, take my own. I'm tired of my smallness. I am tired of fighting life. Tell me how to grow to You."

I have suggested before that your will and My Will are in reality the same. If that is true, then your consciousness and My Consciousness are One. Yet they're not quite the same in practice, are they. For all intents and purposes, Our Consciousnesses are not the same size.

Here's the thing: It is not that yours is lacking. It is that you have stuffed too much in between. Do not think I blame you or anything like that. This is all another way of saying you are a Human being experiencing the Human experience. You have stuffed too much in between Us. You have made too much of things. Of some things, and not enough of others.

For now, have in your thoughts: "God, Thy Consciousness. Thy Consciousness alone. Give me what I am."