Allow Me. Allow Me to love you. Allow My love for you to be known. Allow love to rise in the world. Is there anything else that is needed, I ask you, than more perception of love, more allowance of love, more love to be given and love to be received?

What is peace but surety of love? What is peace but the pillow of love you lie on?

If peace were everywhere in the world, what could be missing? Well, yes, strife would be missing. Tumult would be missing. Fear, stress, horror, dislike, distrust, dis-anything would be missing. Commotion, haste, waste, confusion, blame would be erased from the face of the Earth. Anything unlovely would be gone. There would be nothing unlovely to see, and you would not see it anyway, for peace is the mist that beautifies all that is. You and I as One – We --are all that is. The world will start to dance to My tune. Previously, the world has not always been dancing to My tune. It may have been dancing to this tune or that.

You say that the world certainly has not been dancing to your desired tune either, but who has been playing the chords played? What chorus have you participated in, and what instruments have you held in your hands? Have you been playing the flute of love and peace in your home? Never mind anyone else – what about you?

Remove the splinter from your own eye. Remove the taut threads in your own heart. What are you reverberating to when your heart is fretful and hurting? What numbers have you called up?

Be the peace you desire, or say you desire. Obviate what is not peace, and peace will reign. Even better than that, come into the Garden of Eden with Me. We will write a different script. We can have movies in Eden, if you like. The thing is that you will know what is movie and what is the Garden itself. You will know Reality, and, when you play, you will know that it is only play. You will play the game of life, and you will play it well. There will be enlivenment and no franticness. There will be liveliness and no dismay. All dismay is feigned anyway. Part of you already knows that dismay and such are drama, drama, drama. Curtains will not fool you. You will know what is true and what is fiction in Our Garden.

There will be no serpents, or, if there are, they will be loving pets, and you will love them. You will not know anything that is not love. There will be varieties of love like flowers. There will be love and more love, and you will give it, and you will receive it all in one motion. Three cheers for love. Three cheers for Me, and three cheers for you.

Who will know the difference between you and between Me? Who will even think of such a thing? Difference? Dissidence? Where could difference and dissidence exist except as a made-up thing, made-up just for the fun of it. No one would transgress, for there would be nothing to transgress to.

The lilies of the field will be peace, and peace will grow everywhere as the sun shines and hearts melt into the molten gold of Oneness. Flowers will pick flowers. The fruit of My vine will pick the fruit of My vine. Hearts will be polished apples. Thoughts will become a chorus of angels. Your thoughts will spin and manifest themselves, and angels will dance on the head of a pin, and all will be happy, and there will be drums of happiness, happiness, happiness beating the cadence of the world. Here come the drums.