You are My majesty. I created mountains of majesty and trees of majesty, and I created you the same. You are a dream I had, and My dream came true in you. All I dreamed of, you are. You are not your own dream. You are Mine.

You are a continuation of My thought. You are My unbounded thought. My thought can only be unbounded. I thought of you as the culmination of My creation. I thought of you as the pinnacle of creation. I created the entire universe, and then I put you on top of it. I gave it all to you. I told you to multiply its majesty. You forgot what I said. You thought you were there for yourself to make your way in the land of men, to survive and possess, but it is My way on earth that you are to make — to make My way on earth and to make way for Me. Cut a wide swath.

Allow Me. Allow Me to enter the threshold of your life. Allow Me to usher you into Heaven. Who else can lead you here? Who has been leading you? Begin to notice.

If I am the Artist, you are My painting. I would not paint a travesty. I would only paint majesty. Perhaps you have stepped out of My painting into one of your own. Re-enter My painting of you.

Christ stayed within the painting I made, which means that He extended beyond the boundaries of earth. Walking on earth, he surpassed earth. He kept My picture of him, and so he swayed the earth and rocked the world, and the vibrations of his existence continue to describe themselves on earth and hold you in their sway.

Raise your vibration with your thoughts. Never mind all that you think you have been. You misthought. Now catch a hold of My thinking, and you will be made anew. Not remade. Made anew. You are new each day, and now you will know it. You will enter new dimensions of thought. You will begin to remember Truth. What else is there to remember? Forget everything else, and remember Truth.

I was not fooling around when I conceived you. With all My heart, I made you and enjoyed the making of you. But I was not frivolous. I saw the range of you, and I saw it was good. I love My creation. Will you love it too?

What a difference it will make to the whole of creation to know that it is loved! It makes a difference to you to know that you are loved. It makes all the difference. You can make that same difference to the universe.

How do you love every blade of grass?

How do you love the firmament and all that is within it?

How do you love Me?

Love the power of creation, and you will love the created. Love the existence of existence. Respect the love in your heart, for it is Mine. That selfsame love lurks in every heart. You may be the one who will discover love in the world so that you can circulate it from one heart to another. Like a library book, you will check out love. Make it popular. Make it a best-seller. Keep taking it out and returning it over and over again until you see nothing else but the love that holds the universe in its thrall.