One day you said to Me:
"Beloved God, do You know what You are? You are noble, God. You are simply and wholly of the Highest. You are above the world. What an idea you thought of when you thought of implementing the world. What a daring thing! What an amazing thing! God, did You have any idea that You might sometime be faulted for creating the Wonders of the World?"
I replied:
It is not that I figured out the world detail by detail. I didn't think about it like that. I desired the world as a way-station for My children, much in the way someone might say: "Let's pitch a tent! Let's have a picnic. Let's go to the circus!"
An idea arose, and the idea appeared as easy as pie. Nothing ruffles My feathers. I didn't think of all the exigencies. It's more that an idea of a world full of color occurred to Me: "Wouldn't a world be nice?" I thought to Myself.
Regardless of your perspective on the existence of the world, the world did not occur by chance. The Creation of the World was not an aside. It wasn't a whim.
Before the activation of the world, the world had occurred to Me. Then the world burst into view the way a rose emerges from a seed. The sun burst forth on the horizon, and I never changed My mind. Remember, I saw the Rising of the Creation of the World, and I saw it was good. I saw it was beautiful. I saw that it was a happening that arose from Infinity. I saw the birth of the world and the vast beauty of such a One as you. I saw. I saw such splendor.
And you awoke to a dream that you parlay. Money came later. Pockets and purses and wallets and checks and balances came later. My children kind of thought up games as they went along. You did some kind of objecting, too, and you caught onto how to object and to find fault.
Better to find the beauty, friends. Better to find the blessing. Better to bless than to gripe. You didn't learn griping from Me. You were self-taught. You went overboard with your objections instead of accepting with all your heart.
Protest in its own way is a form of love. Protest is attention you give.
What a motley crew you turned out to be. Look where your imagination has taken you, and where are you going?
You are going back to Go. You are starting anew as if you were opening a new deck of cards or throwing dice in a game of chance.
Of course, I saw that all the pieces were not separate but that all were engaged and related at birth. Oneness was not so easy for you to see. Selfishness erupted. You saw ego as if ego were who you were, as if ego carried importance and seriousness, as if ego were your light.
Love was not fabricated. Ego was. Ego was surreptitious. Ego was a handful, an offshoot of you. Ego cared about a lot of nothing. What a conglomeration the world is as you see it and worry it and look into every crevice of it.
You divided the world into nations and loved some and fought others. You dallied with the world I created on your behalf. You enslaved yourself to the physical world you know. You became out of place in it.
See beauty and believe in it. At the very least, point out beauty. Beauty was created for you. Other stuff got thrown in to a world made by God. Yet there was room for it even as there was no place for less. Anything can be made of the world or added to the appearance of the world -- as -- you – see -- it.
You may go around in circles at the same time as you are not tangential at all. You are integral. The world is not done yet. There is more taking hold, a reassembling of the Wonder of Creation, another eye-opening look at what you can see. Wait until you see this!