I am That Which thinks of you. I am That Which recognizes you. I am That Core of you emblazoned in My own light, light on light, particles of the Oneness of Light. Does Light light Itself? When Light alone is, can there be unlight? Can light be taken apart? Can light be held in a hand, or is the hand the light that holds itself? Is light inside or outside or is it both inside and out or are inside and outside pure fanciful imagination? And Who or What imagines?
And where do I exist? It is often asked whether I really exist. I ask you now: Do you really exist?
If yes, where do you exist but within Me?
Do I also exist within you?
Yes, I exist within you, and I grow there according to the beat of your heart. On another level, there is no within you anymore than there is without you. The One Truth can be said in many ways. You are My thought, and I am your Thought, so I have a thought of Myself that translates into a thought of yours. I think Myself. We are all mixed together, My dear children, and We don't know which is which. We can say that your individuality is a new thought, and that I am the old thought, the first thought, the original thought. But of course I didn't think really. I created. There was no distance between My thought and Creation. There can be no separation from My thought and what comes from it. Creation was one motion. Time did not exist for there to be a distance. Nor was there overlap. Everything was instant, and it is instant still. I am drawing My same first breath and exhaling still, and yet inhalation and exhalation do not exist and, if they did exist, they would not be separate.
How to describe Our relationship, this love that exists between Us even when there is no in between? How does Oneness have a relationship with Itself? Does relationship require separate parts? Can Oneness skip along with Itself? Can Oneness reach everywhere even when there is nowhere to reach? Can Oneness stay still and travel at the same time? Can Oneness open doors even when there are no doors to open? Can Oneness fragmentize itself and still call Itself Oneness? Can Oneness be fragmentized except in thought? Can thoughts be withdrawn? Can thoughts be revisited and revised? Where do thoughts go when you are finished with them?
If there is Oneness, is there then only One Thought, and did It try to disassemble Itself, so it could count and be unable to fathom?
What does individuality have to do with you?
Are you like the Sun who gives Its rays and Its rays shine back? Where do the rays go, or do they go anywhere? Do rays really exist? And if they do, are they separate from the Sun Itself? Whom does the Sun warm, and whom do Its rays warm when there is solely the Sun shining for its own joy? Who needs warming? What does the Sun shine on if not Itself? What more does it need but Itself?
Who is writing these words, and Who reads them? And Who does not read them? Where do these words come from? Do they exist? Did they write themselves? What do they say, and what does it matter what they say? Who understands them and Who misunderstands them, and what is the difference, if any?
What is there to say? We love. Isn't that enough? What does it matter Whom or What or anything at all? We, Who are love, love and that is the whole story of existence. Now I have said, and so have you. Now you have read, and so have I.