There is a phrase in this letter that it doesn´t make sense to me. I will put the phrase in the end with the parapraph.

The Dew on the Meadow
Heavenletter #5405 Published on: Setembro 11, 2015

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God said:
You are Greatness. You do not quite grasp this yet. Tell Me, dear children, do you really think that you, Who are My Creation, really aren’t much? Be clear now. What you are truly lacking is awareness. How can anyone in his right mind think My creation is just so-so or less than Greatness? Tell Me, what is the matter with you?

Tell Me, why do you focus on minute details when you could be comparing yourself to the Stars, the Moon, and the Sun? Is not the dew on the meadow enough to create a rhapsody? What are you missing? Have you never seen a baby or a puppy? What do you mean by not adoring and being amazed at the Creation of the World and the Lights within it? I placed a marvelous Creation in the world, and you are the Leaders of it. Well, whom do you think sets the tone of the world?

You think I am filled with superlatives when I describe you, as if I am gushing and don’t know what I’m talking about. What I say is only a portion of your superlativeness. If I wrought the teletype through Morse, what in God’s Name do you think you are worth less than the teletype is to ooh and awe over?

You are beyond My dreams. You are My emissaries on Earth. What do you think a mother is? A father is? A child is? I ask My children to look for the best they can see or say.

I, God, might say in amazement, “Rosy cheeks, who would have conceived of rosy cheeks?”

You might counter: “Illness. God, Who would think of illness? You may not have created it, God, yet you allow it and appoint professors of it.”

Illness is not My desire. Of course, I didn’t create illness. Don’t look so surprised. I created all the beautiful. Good health is beautiful and rosy-cheeked. In the world only are there opposites. Opposites are thoughts that come after Creation. This is a puzzle on Earth. In Heaven lies not the creation of opposites. In fact, in Heaven, the Truth of Earth is Oneness. Do you find something wrong with Oneness, beloveds?

Unspecialize in faults. Get rid of that armored vest you have put on. Specialize in the favorable. This is how you will turn the world, not upside down, but right-side up.

Let go of falseness now and accept Truth.

You make judgment calls. You call certain aspects worthy, and other aspects unworthy. What if you never had the word unworthy in your vocabulary? When Eve pointed to all that I had created and gave words to what I had created, she didn't perceive the concept of unworthy. She didn’t give the concept a name. She did not see anything unworthy in My creation. Unworthiness had not yet been seen anywhere in order for it to be named. Sense of unworthiness waltzed in after the expression of the World.

I do not point a finger at you. In creation, all was worthy. There was nothing to disapprove of. Disapproval came later, and such a concept has been passed on to you the way curly hair is.

There were no outlaws at the birth of Creation.

What about the snake who whispered to Eve, you might ask?

Thoughts arose, divergent thoughts, from which arose stories and dramas. From those whom you see as good – yet how would you describe good without contrast? - came stories and dramas and all that from which stories come, heroes and villains, beauty and the beast, varieties of contrast to good measure, and so there became profiteers and culprits on Earth and damsels in distress and knights in shining armor, and so came fear and disgruntlement, and so came anything that you could ever think of. Imagination all, all this that is further from Truth than the farthest extent of imagination.

All the original beauty and goodness haven’t gone anywhere. There is still more that is lovely to reveal itself. Great bouquets of Beauty, Goodness, and Oneness are starting to bloom again.

This is the paragraph:

You think I am filled with superlatives when I describe you, as if I am gushing and don’t know what I’m talking about. What I say is only a portion of your superlativeness. If I wrought the teletype through Morse, what in God’s Name do you think you are worth less than the teletype is to ooh and awe over?

This is the phrase:

If I wrought the teletype through Morse, what in God’s Name do you think you are worth less than the teletype is to ooh and awe over?

Thank you

Love Nuno