You have a tendency to like to think of Me as outside you. You like to think of Me as up in the sky, a God entirely separate from you, a God you can adore and bow down to, a God worthy of being God.
Oh, beloveds, you are not used to the idea that you can be worthy. You value Me far more than you value yourself. You like to count on Me because you don't count on yourself much at all.
You are more inclined to think of Me as One Who Loves. You think of Me as a Great Lover and as One Who Loves, Who really loves, seldom. You see love outside of you and not so much within. Let Me tell you, beloveds, you would not know Me if I were not inside you. It is like you pick up a phone and dial a number. Somehow it is your own number you dial. Somehow it is you who picks up your phone that is ringing and answers it. You are Consciousness. There is only One Consciousness in the world, and that is I. Your level of consciousness is rising to where you will have 100% consciousness, and then you will know, really know for yourself Our Blazing Oneness. My Oneness and your Oneness will blend so magnificently that there will not even be a seam between the two. Love will not belong to you nor to Me. And yet only love will be.
Whatever enters your awareness is part of you. You understand the concept of war because you have war within you. You see war more than love. As you grow more fully into full consciousness, you will see love and love and more love, and you will vibrate more to the tune of My love. It is not that you will be ignorant of war, but you will be less beholden to it. War will no longer find a place within you to resonate any longer. War will lose its attraction. Love will speak louder than war. War music cannot be heard when love sings its song. War is not charming. Love is.
At present war creates excitement. In that sense, war is a diversion for you. It gives you causes and proud sense of self-righteousness, as though declaring war itself is a victory. War chooses excitement over love, and so wars are doomed.
Greater than the excitement of war is the joy of love, yet, beloveds, you may call love what is not love. You may call excitement love. You may call possession and attachment love when they are only possession and attachment.
Here's one big difference between war and love. War takes captives. Love takes none. Even wars touted for freedom give none. Wars take sides, whereas love is love and takes no sides, unless you call love itself a side.
And yet, even so, wars stir Oneness. Wars mobilize Oneness. True, wars take sides, and yet recognition of Oneness comes into play. Everyone gets behind the war effort. Alas, in war, there become two Onenesses which is not Oneness at all, and yet war gives a resurgence to Oneness, a recollection of Oneness nevertheless.
Would anyone argue that war is better than love? Probably not, yet those same proponents for love will find reasons to make war, ways to make the dishonor of war honorable. Great pride is taken in war and the uniforms that sponsor it.
May My children transform the energy of righteousness and might into the energy of love. Love evens the field, beloveds. Swords will not cut down any war. Even when a war is stopped, peace is not gained. Peace does not know how to reign where anger is still harbored. Let not even anger reduce itself to petulance. Let the force of anger become the force of love. Tell Me, beloveds, can you think of something better to do?