You were reclining in Heaven, and you fell into a kind of reverie. You had a sort of dream that you were not where you were. You had a sort of dream that you had wandered off somewhere, and your reverie went on and on. Every now and then, you would turn over and open your eyes for just a moment, and then you would fully immerse yourself again in the dream. You were so deep into the dream, that you thought the dream was true, and you thought your vague recollection of reclining in Heaven was your imagination, or a myth you had once heard about.

You like to think of Me as God in Heaven. Think of Me now as God in Truth. Not that your idea of Heaven is inflated. Not at all. Your idea of Heaven doesn't go high or wide enough. But to My children, Heaven is a faraway place just beyond reach, a future sometime thing, a land of reward you weep for. But Truth is more immediate for you. You know more readily that Truth dwells on earth. You see Truth as more of an essence whereas you see Heaven as a place located elsewhere.