It is not My need that you suffer. If you suffer, and it is not My need, then it must be yours. I wonder, if you knew your greatness, would you suffer? Would suffering exist? Sometimes your suffering is not your own, but an accumulation from world thought.
If the world knew its greatness, would it have to puff itself up?
If you knew who you were, would you ever presume to be less?
If you are at present unable to know your own greatness, can you not know Mine?
If you cannot at present recognize your beneficence, will you not see Mine?
If you suffer, does not the possibility exist that you can also not suffer?
If you must suffer, must it be your preoccupation?
What is urgent when the outcome is assured?
The outcome is that you will be with Me. You are already with Me, so the outcome is that you will remember that you are with Me.
What plight can there be when I AM, and I am with you?
And, so, you grow to Me in your awareness.
Be more aware then.
Life is not the embroilment you have thought. Consider it an exercise. No score is kept. It is just practice.
Has not life been practicing a fantasy? Has not life been a What If? Has your premise not been: "What if God and I were separated?"
If that were the supposition, what else would be fantasized along with it? Illness, struggle, frustration etc. would be invented. Time and space, too, of course. And you would have mood swings, and you would be attached to them and to many passing things.
At the same time as you would hold on, you would forget. Forgetfulness would arise. Forgetfulness of Me would arise. What is the concept of separation from Me but forgetfulness? You would scramble to forget eternity. And you would try to move life forward at the same time as you tried to hold it back. You might never get the hang of it.
Life would seem very real to you at times, and other times it would not seem real. And that would be the truth. None of this is real. It is all made up.
Eternity broken into segments? Life becomes a trudging wagon train, one year after another, one person after another, one trail after another, what's behind always visible, what's ahead visible too in your mind, and yet nothing is seen, and nothing has happened.
The cinema is just as real as the life you live is. What is the difference? One you can get up from, and the other doesn't leave.
Or life is like a fancy dress ball. You get dressed up for it, and you go through motions, and then you come home and you undress.
Or life is a parade that you watch and sometimes march in, and it's over.
And yet, this fictional life is important, and it is important to you, and it is not for naught.
The tiniest kitten in the world is important. Every tree matters. And you matter.
Life itself becomes the golden chain that leads to remembrance.
Live this fantasy on earth and remember Me. Save the kittens and save the trees. Save earth, and save your heart. Save the nonexistent future for the sake of those who will play in it. You could even be one of those who will play.
Accumulate nothing, but save and nourish life itself. Make this play on earth the greatest ever. Give it music and give it art, and even if it is only a fantasy, give it your all, all the while remembering Who you are and the irrevocable Oneness of Us.