You are you no matter what. Day or night, you are you. In the relative world, you are one definable you. In truth, you are Oneness.

You are not all the temporary flavors that you may see yourself limited to. In terms of the world, you may well not be constant. In My terms, you are true and total Oneness. How straight as an arrow is My vision. I can see through tall buildings. Beloveds, I can see through you.

If you would believe in your own goodness and beauty, you would be so relieved. A great weight would be taken off you, do you agree? Yet you have held on to the idea ever since you remember that you are not quite worthy. You may see yourself as a sluggard or one who is almost invariably mistaken. I wonder what is the comfort in thinking less of yourself than I do. Even now when I tell you what a beautiful creation of Mine you are, you have an inner protest, as if I don't really know you, as if I have been duped. Beloveds, I do know you. You are the one who is duped.

If I saw as you do see, I would have given up a long time ago! Have not you perhaps given up a long time ago? Have you not sometimes said, "To heck with life! I'm tired of it. I have had enough. I don't like the world the way it is. I am tired of my mere survival. I want to exceed survival. I want to enjoy life."

From the depths of earth you rise to the heights of Heaven. Somewhere, Heaven and Earth are meeting. They meet high or low according to how you set your sights. Whether you look up or down makes all the difference in the world. You are always looking at the same thing, only it is from different angles that you allow the light of the world in. You are an artist whose eyes paint the world. One world, and yet so many colors and ways to paint it.

Beloveds, rally round yourselves. Be your own best friend. Give yourself all the support you wish others would give to you. Whose opinion really matters but yours and Mine?

Faith is a theme. It is like an emblem on a T-shirt smack in the middle of your chest.

Faith is also a winding pattern as on the hem of a skirt.

Faith is interior and exterior. If we look at you as a round globe, the outer line of you is the center amplified.

Faith is not something you hunt. You do not achieve it. Allow it, and it will be there, a full assemblage of faith.

You all say that you want freedom, and yet you keep attaching to what is around you.

In order to be free, you have to release your attachments. You do not have to give all your worldly possessions away, but you must release their hold on you.

Free means to not be bound.

In order for you not to be bound, you release all that you have been bound to. Of course, you have not really been bound. You just thought so, and that has been enough to keep you bound. Binding is mental.

Even surrounded by prison walls, you are free.

Even in a prison, you can let go of attachments.

The pain in your heart is your heart's knowing that it has cheated itself. Pain in your heart is your heart's knowing that you are meant for more than you have allowed. Even your ego knows that you are far more than you have pretended to be.

A disguise is not comfortable, or not comfortable for long.

If you were your plain self, you would be lighthearted.

You think you have to be a certain way, and you think others do too, and so a cycle revolves.

We are talking about the marrow of your heart. That quiet absorbent reflective core of your heart, the inner being of your heart that knows its true nature and fulfills it. The heart has a life of its own. It knows no armament. It knows only disarmament, or rather, peace.

You have one Father, and that is I. You have one heart, and that is Mine. You have one longing, and that is for Me. I have one fulfillment, and that is you.

Accrue to your truth, and you have accrued to Me. Truth and I are the same, and the truth of you is the same as Mine.

Let Me be a stronger force in your life.

Pay more attention to Me than you pay to the drifts of snow. Than you pay to the winds of change. Than you pay to looks you get from others. Than you pay to the words of others. Than you pay to yourself.

Paying attention to Me is paying nothing. It is getting your mind off details of human life and putting it on an eternity of vastness.

Paying attention to Me is lifting yourself to where you long to be.

Paying attention to Me is seeing where you, in truth, are.

Paying attention to Me is filling yourself up.