Beloved Beloveds, I am not mute. I am vocal. I am not, in essence, physical, however. I am not physically heard nor physically seen, yet, oh, My, I am a Presence. Wouldn’t you say I am a Presence? I do not yell and shout. I do not get your attention that way. I do not make advertising campaigns. I do not use buzz words. I do not hire a marketing staff. I do not desire propaganda.

It is possible that, in the world, the word money is spoken as much or more than My Name is spoken. Money seduces you, and you may begin to think that money holds a more powerful place in the world than I do. You may think that money is prayed to more than I am thought of. It does not matter. Money, despite what the world may say, does not rule. Money is not, definitely is not, the Kingpin of the Universe. Hands down, I AM. Money is, well, only money.

In the world, money even changes its name. Paper money disintegrates, and new paper is printed. Money is manufactured. It is more convenient than barter. Coins jingle and pass from one hand to another, yet what is money next to Me. Oh, folly, folly of the world.

Certainly, I am more subtle than money. I am never crass. I am not a medium of exchange. I am rather more like the Bank. All holdings are Mine. I do not own you, yet you are Mine. You are not money’s possession, though money would possess you according to your regard of it.

Certainly, money is a means, and yet it is not an end. Am I a means? I do not like to think of Myself as a means, nor do I wish you to think of Me as a means. I am the Beginning and the End, and yet I am not means. I am Meaning. I am the Way. Money is a by-way.

I do not wish to be thought of as a Santa Claus. Santa Claus is well and good, and yet Our relationship, yours and Mine, goes deeper. I am a Gift-Giver, but, oh, that is such a one-sided aspect of Me. Please think of Me as more than a Gift-Giver.

Even as I say this, I begin to wonder, for I am the only Gift-Giver there is, and, although My gifts may sometimes be physical, My giving lifts you to a different realm. The physical goes only so far. For one who has My love, what is not possible? Grow your vision, beloveds.

I do not discriminate, and yet I sift and sort and find the greatest jewels for you. You may not see it that way, but that is because you do not yet see. You see through a keyhole. If you would open the door and see what I see, you would see differently. You would see the whole elephant, as it were.

Of course, there is more to see than the eye can see. And yet you have not yet begun to see even all that the eye can see.

Your real eye is the heart. It is your heart you see with. Your heart is your eye on Heaven, and, of course, you also cast your heart in the world, and, still, you do not yet see as far as your heart can see. Sometimes you begin to see and then get distracted. So keep the eye of your heart on the target. What is your target, beloveds? What is it you want? What is it you seek?