In the Heavenletter above, I was thinking about truth in the relative, that which is true according to the moment. Truth in all its shapes and sizes is a wonderful thing. George Washington was right to never tell a lie. But the most wonderful Truth of all is the Truth that never changes. The Truth I speak of peeks from behind the scenes. It is the underlying Truth of all. There is no possibility of a mix-up when it comes to the Truth of which I speak. It never breaks. It never turns itself inside out. It never weathers. It never tarnishes. It never puts on new clothes. It doesn't wear make-up. It is the Truth of God.
You ride in a rickshaw of Truth pulled by a coolie who never tires. This is the Truth that never wears out. It is the cart on which the world is carried. If life is a caravan, the Truth rides in front, and this Truth carries you. And you ride in the first car.
The Truth of which I speak is not like taffy that can be pulled in this direction or that. It cannot be pulled or shoved.
The Truth of which I speak cannot be kneaded like bread dough.
It cannot be sculpted.
It has been forever and never gets old. The Truth of which I speak is like youth, a perpetual spring of youth that never dries up. It is as fresh as a daisy. It is infallible.
The Truth is not always seen, however. It gets covered in the underbrush. It gets pushed aside. Yet it is always present. The Truth Itself never gets swayed. Yes, the world plays cards with it. The world tosses the cards of Truth this way and that. Still the Truth never changes.
I am the Truth, beloveds. My Truth is love. My Truth is Oneness. There is really only one card to play. It is the King of Heaven. Next to the King, even an ace palls. Naught can compare to the union of Oneness. Oneness is beyond compare. That is just the point. You can stomp on Truth if you like. You can say the world supersedes the Truth. You can even say that the world substitutes falsehood for Truth. Certainly the world often carries other gods before Me, yet Truth cannot be diverted. It cannot be made non-Truth.
You do not always bet on Me, but that is because you follow world games. You play games with yourself. You get a thrill out of it, these competitive games. You win for a moment, yet Truth has the winning hand. Truth won a long time ago. Truth lasts, and all this other stuff doesn't.
Life itself is a form of love, beloveds. Life is elastic like chewing gum, but the Truth surmounts the stickiness. Nothing adheres to Truth. Sure, you can paste a sticker on Truth, but stickers fall off, and Truth is revealed.
The Truth is Love, and there is no getting away from it. Play patty cakes with it, and Truth is still Truth untouched. The Truth of Love vanquishes everything else. Of course it does, for everything that is not Truth is not true.
You have Truth in your hand, and yet you chase after illusions. Not even the best illusion can catch up to Truth. Anything that is temporary must by definition lag behind. True, you can run after illusion. You can even catch it, and then, when you catch it, it falls apart in your hand. This you already know.