Hello, beloveds. Come, recline in My heart. Know Our intimacy. Know the Truth of Life as it has always been known before thought about love came about, before words were spoken, when love was the only seen and only known and only felt.

Then a mist arose, and then love got blurred. Love did not change. Love is as it ever was, only the picture of love got distressed in transit. Love was noticed in facsimile, and there were imitations of love advertised on billboards. Love that has no price was sold cheap. Sometimes love became a masquerade, a medium of exchange that had reservations. It was taxed.

Let's get back to love without all this subterfuge.

Love is not meant to be saved for special occasions. Love is to be the main event on every occasion. Love is to be the belle of the ball. True love is to take the ascendance. All of you who want to ascend, what do you think ascension is? What do you think the whole hullabaloo is about? It is about love, radiant, lovely love. Pure love, the real thing. Not love manufactured or manicured but love just as it arose in Heaven and traveled to Earth with you in its natural unbounded state. There is no other state, beloveds. Love is where it is at.

Fall into love, beloveds. There is nothing else to fall into. Regardless of plot, love is the whole issue. There is nothing else to issue forth but love. Stop the presses. Love needs no press. Love just needs to be allowed, welcomed, given its rightful place. Love does not need to be colored in. It needs no sequins. Love itself is simply dazzling, and everyone yearns for it. Everyone wants more of it. Everyone is to give more of it and accept more of it.

So, then, let there be more love. Let love rise in the East, and let life rise in the West, and in the North and South. Let love rise like the sun and shine on all. Let everyone be tanned with love. Let love meet itself around every corner. Let love be the medium of exchange on Earth. Love will be given outright. Love will be the star of the show. Love will triumph in all its glory.

Excuse Me, what can match love? What can stand next to it and take a bow?

The world is not bereft of love. It's just that the world is waking up to love, the generation and power of love. Those who seek power, need to get the hang of love, the consideration of it, the nobility of it. Love is crying out loud to be known, given, exalted in an everyday sort of way. Love craves to become commonplace, as it were, well-known, the only known, love new and glorious at every second.

Just to think of loving before coveting, loving before anything else, loving at the same time as one lives, works, and plays.

There is about to be a crescendo of love so strong, so overcoming, that no one will think of anything else. No one will consider anything else because anything else can only be less. Come now, who really wants less than the best? And who really wants to give less than what they desire?

Who wants to be love hidden or kept back? A modicum of love is not enough. A modicum of love is the same as withdrawal of love.

Consider love a dance you are new to, yet, now, at My behest, you get up onto the dance floor, and dance. Swing those arms, lift those feet, dance all those dances, simply love to beat the band.