"God to the rescue”, you think. You think you must wait for Me to ride in on a white horse and rescue you. Beloveds, you do not need to be rescued. You never needed to be rescued. You are safe now.
You never were lost in the forest. Assuredly, you thought so. There's no argument there, yet this was all part of your erroneous thinking.
You read a children's story that had ogres and witches and goblins and trolls in it, and you saw danger around every corner. Yet all the while, instead of seeing what lurked around each corner, you could have been seeking your fortune. Do you see the difference? Beloveds, make your destiny.
Come out of the shadows, beloveds. Leave the darkness of fear. Enter the sunlit field where everything is in the open, and flowers flourish, and where you flourish. You need not hide under any mushroom. Come out of hiding, beloveds. Step out into the field of life. The dawn has come.
Believe in the existence of well-wishing fairy godmothers. Believe in magic wands, and wave one over your life. End fear, and begin adventure. Begin your awareness of adventure, and know that adventure is safe. Sense of adventure includes the unexpected. The unexpected is expected. Yes, goblin-like shadows pop out once in a while, and yet you know they are only shadows, and shadows are not foreboding. Your real life happens in the bright sunlight, and that sunlight is never diminished. Whatever occurs, you must see in new light. New light for old. New vision for old. Throw away the old eyeglasses. You have no use for them now.
You yourself are bright light, and so in bright light you see. Whatever shades you may have pulled down, your bright light is inviolable. What can there be in bright light but bright light? The sun that shines from above is the very same light that shines within you.
If there is a trickster that exists, it is your own mind, beloveds. It is your own mind that pulls the wool over your eyes. Nothing exists out there except as your mind purveys it.
When your Being is immortal, what danger is true? It is all fiction, beloveds. It looks true. Everyone says it is true. Everyone tells you to be on the lookout for danger at every crossing, and now I tell you that, in this drama you experiment with, look for treasure. How different is the journey you set out on depending on how your mind particularizes it.
You are setting out on a voyage to what you think is a faraway land. Yet it is a toy boat in a bathtub you sail.
The Universe is huge. You cannot look at life the way the blind men surveyed the elephant and thought they knew what it was like. One aspect is only one aspect.
Even from a single bed of leaves in the middle of a gigantic forest, you can see the oceans that are not so far as you think. The oceans are at hand. The Heavens are within reach. Your mind can reach. Your mind can circumvent Truth. Your mind has given clues, misleading clues, red herrings that lead you up the wrong tree.
I am pointing the way to recognition of yourself and what you are truly involved with. The day to day routine has its place, yet it is only a part. Let not daily life dissuade you from awareness of the larger adventure you are on. Let nothing dissuade you from the light of day, and where you are, where you really are. Let nothing dissuade you from knowing the very Being of you that transcends the body you are in. Regardless of what others may think of you, regardless of what you may think of yourself, you are not an aimless wanderer. You are a Prince of Light standing in a forest of your mind. Your mind may wander, but you, you, beloveds, are not far a-field.