All the multitude that you believe exists in the world has a common denominator, and that is I. To all intents and purposes, as it is now, I also includes you, as if We are two. In Reality, We are One, and We, the Oneness, encompass All, even as there is only I. Metaphorically, I say I have a seat for you beside Me, yet, more accurately, there is no beside Me. There is no outside Me. There is only I, this magnificent burst of light, this all-encompassing love, this simplicity that you make into a puzzle.
Everyone you fall in love with is yourself. Everyone you fall out of love with is yourself.
There is no one else here but you and I. More accurately, there is only I, yet you like exchange, and you have not yet quite fully discerned Me or you or however you would like to put it. You don't yet fully accept Who You are.
You project yourself outside Me when, all along, you are within Me, not really within, really All of Me.
A part of you would like to be One with Me, and a part of you likes to hold on to the old ways which, after all, no matter how uncomfortable, seem like a cozy old bathrobe you are used to and do not quite want to part with. You may say you do want to part with it and meld into Oneness with Me, and yet you keep that old bathrobe as if your very life were dependent upon it.
In a sense, that is true. When you give up your old ideas, you also give up your previous identity. It was a false identity, beloveds, yet you waver about giving it up. You kind of like having this crumpled I.D. card in your pocket.
You are afraid of disappearing. You are afraid of stepping out of this old individual identity into your true Universal Identity. You are afraid of losing yourself, and so you lose yourself in the world of illusion. What a contradiction My children are. Ah, that is what makes you children. You haven't decided yet the significance that you already are. You are a hunter who likes to hunt. You are a seeker who likes to seek.
Nevertheless, you are in the process of Self-Discovery, not the details of you, but the very Essence of you which, after all, is I. You are fearful that the new clothes I ask you to put on will be too big. You cannot believe that they fit you perfectly. All along, unbeknownst to you, you have been wearing the royal robes. You cannot quite believe it, and so you don't see it. You hear Me, and yet you don't quite hear.
You think you are a little car with a little tank. All the while, you are the gas station.
All the while you dash around the Universe, you are the Universe.
You take a jaunt to see the scenery and have not yet discerned that you are the scenery.
You are the Seer who sees, and yet you see amiss.
You think you are a straggler in a big parade, and yet neither straggler nor parade exists.
Oneness exists, and you, you, My beloveds, are Oneness. Oneness alone is.
Oneness is not lonely. Oneness doesn't mean you are on a deserted island. You are the Source, beloveds. You are the Source you seemingly seek when there is nothing to seek and when you are Everything in the Oneness of Creation.
Welcome to My country.