Who is speaking, and to whom do I speak? It is one and the same. If I am speaking to you, I am speaking to Myself, for you are My Very Self. You have every ingredient that I have. You have every ability I have. The only difference between Us, if I may, for this moment call Us Us, is that I know Who I AM, and I say so. I have no doubt about it whereas you have only doubt about it.
You have occluded yourself from knowing, truly knowing, in Whose Image you are made.
You may give lip service to it, yet you don't believe it. You see your bodies, and you see your faults, so how can it be that you are made in My Image, I Who Am faultless?
If I have a body, it is yours, and yet I have no body, and you don't really either. For a time you are encased in a physical body and are focused on the five senses. The physical body feels real. You can touch it. It can hurt. It can change. Beloveds, you do know that you focus on what I do not. You focus on illusion, beloveds, and you accept illusion as true. Even though you are an unlimited Being, you focus on limits. You focus on those little borders. You may believe in them so much that you don't even try to break through them. You may see them as impenetrable and leave it at that.
You are not David who is going to fight a giant. You have it backwards. Beloveds, you are the Giant, and yet you have convinced yourself that limitations are true and that they are bigger than you.
As I see it, there is no big, and there is no small. I use the words big and small so you will have an idea of your scope. You live in a huge world, and you are bigger than the world you live in. You are the world you live in. And yet you have made yourself a small fish. This in itself is proof that you can do anything. You can, indeed, do anything.
You don't have to do anything to make yourself big, for you are already big. All you have to do is to let go of the small. Let go of the idea. You are so giant that you hold the world under your arm. You carry it around with you. You bounce it. You jiggle it. You toss it around, and yet you underestimate it, for you underestimate yourself. And yet you are mightier than the world.
You are like the pen that is mightier than the sword. Isn't this becoming obvious to you? You are huger than the huge. You are the remarkable of the remarkable. I, God, have chosen you. It is not just that you portray Me in the world. It is really that you are Me. You are no other. You are not all this otherness you have accepted as yourself.
Even so, you have known moments of Greatness. I am not speaking of the greatness hallowed in the world. I am speaking of greater than that. You have known moments of inexpressible love. It has squeezed your heart. You have been privy to a silence that is louder than any drum. There are moments when you catch a glimpse of what you are made of and what you are and can reveal more of even as you are an embodied human being in the world.
What if you are an angel, beloveds, as I say you are. You are an angel of God. Your wings are folded in your heart. Unfold them now. Picture your wings opening and opening and opening until you know without doubt your magnificence and Mine.