I AM forever, and yet I bequeath to you. I bequeath Immortality to you, and I bequeath you the temporal world. I surround you with a body, and I tell you to enter the world and make it wonderful. For what other reason would I send you to Earth?
Will you keep it in mind that you are to be a blessing to the world?
It is not that you are to appease the world. You are to love it, appreciate it, tend to it. It is your garden, after all. If you have to bend down and pick up the world, bend down and pick up the world. In so doing, you pick up your own heart. For all intents and purposes, beloveds, you live in the garden of your own heart.
The world is innocent. It is of your making. Whatever the world has been, it doesn’t have to stay the same. It is not true that the world was created in seven days. The world is always in process of being created. You are creating it now. At the very least, be a balm to the world.
Of course, I laid out the ingredients of the world in no time at all. Where I exist, time does not exist. Seven days or seven seconds or seven eons is the same to Me. Where I AM, time doesn’t march on. And yet there are generations of you, one after the other. You are the generation to succor the world. You are the ones turning the world over carefully in your hands and blowing it kisses. You are the lifters of the world.
Lift yourselves, beloveds. Lift your spirits, and you breathe love and life into the world.
The world is not a static thing. The world is in process of revealing its holiness, just as you are. The world doesn’t know its magnificence any more than you know your own.
In the past, the world has taught you to modify yourself to fit into the world. And now you will modify the world, expand it, bring it to its senses, all because you love it. Love the world, and it will reproduce your love. The world will stop stiffening, and it will bend, and as the world bends, it grows bigger. Bend and grow. The world is becoming a softer clay. It is becoming much less stiff-backed and much more amenable.
The world loves you, only it hasn’t quite known how to show you its love. The world has been more like an awkward teenager who sputters and stammers when he first falls in love and doesn’t how to express himself. And so you will help the world learn to express its love by expressing yours. You are the model for the world. You are its spokesperson. You are introducing the world to itself. You are painting a picture of the world. Take a bigger canvas. Make your picture really big.
Go within. With every breath, expand the world. With every word, expand the world. Will you please take responsibility for the world? Don’t go into its history. Breathe new life into it.
The world does not complain, beloveds. The world doesn’t say to you: “Light me up.” It doesn’t know how to ask you. It knows only to keep rotating. Without being asked, light up the world with your love. Fasten the world to your heart, and carry it as a banner. Hold it proudly. Proclaim your love for it. Hold hands with it. Become engaged. Join hands with the world, and introduce it to Heaven. Say, “See, here’s Heaven. This is what it looks like. This is what you are growing to.”