That there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of, Horatio, is absolutely so, and yet those words don't begin to say enough. You would have to dream much bigger than you presently do in order to begin to glimpse the Truth.

The possibilities of what you can be are endless.

You can be anything you want. You can be a simple person who goes through life adding joy to the lives around him. You can lighten the world. You can be like a smile to the world. You can be a person who sweeps the streets, and you can be magnificent. You can be a great friend. You can lay down the red carpet for everyone. You can be a hero. You can become rich and famous and still be that simple person who adds joy to the lives around him. It is your choice. You can be anything you want.

There is nothing that is too good to be true. There is nothing that is not possible.

It is not that you must dream, but why not? Dreaming is like plowing the field and sowing the seeds. Then nature takes its course.

All of life as it is lived on Earth is an adjustment. There is a flickering light, and you adjust your eyes. Something else moves, and your eyes follow it. Not one moment of viewed Eternity stays exactly the same, and yet the stillness of Eternity stays the same.

Sometimes it feels to you that you are in a barrel hurtling down the rapids of Niagara Falls. Life bounces you up and down on its knee, so to speak, and you get dizzy.

Other times, life on Earth becomes to you like a stroll in the park.

The relative world is made up of great beauty. The possibilities are endless. And those endless possibilities also include an aspect of life in the world that shows itself as one inanity after another, one irony after another, one joke after another. Who could have ever imagined the preposterousness of life? Who could have imagined that such absurdity could also coexist with all the love and beauty that make up the world?

The world needs you to build it. Unless you are building it, you are letting it slip. The world needs you to keep it up.

You cannot wash your hands of the world. You have a hand in it. You are like a mighty rung on a ladder.

That does not mean that you must get into the middle of the fray with your fists. Your thoughts. Remember your thoughts. Let your thoughts solve the problems of the world. Let your thoughts dissolve the problems of the world.

Listen to Me, too, once in a while, or often! Let Me be your counselor.

You may have thought of Me as a consoler, and yet consolation is too little to give. Giving consolation says that you have been wounded or mistreated to one extent or another. The implication of giving consolation is that something is the matter and that you then deserve and require consoling. What you really need is to move on.

Life is not either/or. You do not have one choice or two. You have many-petaled choices. When you were a child, you took a daisy, and you said with each petal, "He loves me, he loves me not." You left out other possibilities, that he likes you, that he makes you happy, that you like him and you make him happy. Life is many-layered and not so abrupt as "He loves me, he loves me not." Life is much more than one way and not another.

You love the idea of all possibilities, only you would prefer to check off the possibilities you prefer. You would like a menu provided to you and your order honored the way room service in a good hotel is. You want this, but not that. But then, all possibilities would not be all possibilities.

On the other hand, do not think that I am contrary to your choices. I listen and I hear, and I give you My heart of consent.