At this moment of Infinity, you are in My Presence. Since you are always in My Presence, you are always in Infinity. There is nothing else to be in, beloveds. When you do not yet know who and what you are, your life seems to swarm like bees. In truth, your life is at a center of itself where peace reigns. A hive can be a silent place. A hub of activity can be still.

With milk, the cream is on top. With life, cream is also at the bottom. Life can be seen as rich from wherever it is taken. There is only richness of life. Infinity is rich. It contains everything and nothing. It moves and it stays still. And so are you in life. You move and you are still within your moving. If you had not stillness, you could not move.

You are connected to My heart, but it is goes deeper than that. You are in My heart. That is the realistic depth of you. In My heart is where Infinity lies. Infinity has no dimensions, yet nothing goes deeper. Infinity is dimensionless. That’s what makes it Infinity. It doesn’t arrive, and it doesn’t leave. It is Infinity.

Can Infinity have parts? If it could, you are a part of Infinity. But Infinity cannot be broken up. Therefore, you are Eternal Infinity. You jump for joy in My heart.

All the longings you have are awareness of all that you are and all that you have. You have everything, and you have nothing, and yet there is nothing you miss out on. Infinity is like Me, attributeless. And yet time is attributed to it.

In illusion, Infinity is partitioned. Illusion takes apart the Oneness of Infinity and would make it into pieces while it is truly Wholeness.

All that is illusion is vanity. What is there to be vain about when Oneness is? The whole world is an illusion. Let it be an illusion of beauty and love then, because that is what illusion has to work with. And yet the world rolls beauty and love in dust and besmirches itself. Holiness can be made to appear unholy only in illusion. Truth cannot depart. Infinity cannot depart. Not one hair on your head can be touched. Illusion goes far a-field. Illusion presumes. Wholeness is.

Perhaps in life, you tread on water. Yet there is water beneath you to move in. You move in a world of fantasy. The fantasy is fantastic. Even fantasy winds up in Truth. Wound around fantasy’s little finger, Truth nevertheless is.

There are no opponents. Truth is not opposed to fantasy. Fantasy imagines itself opposed to Truth. And so the world of fantasy duels with Truth. Fantasy dashes around, puts on a marvelous show, does some fancy footwork. Truth stands silent, and fantasy cuts itself to shreds. Truth cannot come apart. Only fantasy can.

And, so on Earth, you are embroiled in a tremendous fantasy that you take as Truth. The world is a shrine to fantasy, beloveds.

But do not think it is a waste of time, because time does not exist and cannot be wasted. Infinity exists, and Infinity has to do with timelessness rather than imagined time.

Infinity is the pot of gold, and the world is the arc that leads to it. Beloveds, there is nothing that leads away from it.

You are secure in My heart. Only, for a while, you have a dream from which you will awaken soon, for a dream is only a dream, something thought up, while Truth blazes in the full light of the sun.