It is like you stand in a Grand Hall, and I call you. You hear echoes of My call, yet I stand in the Grand Hall with you. You hear echoes when, all the while, you could hear My Voice as close as your ear, as close as your heart, within your heart, deep within your hearing. I call to you within you. “Open up to yourself,” I call. “Hear Me,” I say. “Here I AM,” I say, “right here. There is nowhere you can be without Me. There is nowhere you can go without Me. Why does that not give you comfort? From what do you need comfort when you know I abide within you?”
Yet even echoes have waves, and even an echo is still My Voice. Even in silence is My Voice. The reverberations of My call to you can never cease. It doesn’t matter how long the hall, My Voice reaches you. Stop a moment to listen. Listen to Me well.
I say, “Love.” I say, “I love you now. I love you as you are this minute. Even if you are grumpy, I love you. There is nothing you can say or do that will prevent My love for you. My love for you is a given. Neither of Us would exist without it. From My love to yours. From love comes love. Make this motto your own. It is your own if you but knew.”
But you can know it now. You can know what you are right now. You are not all those dismal things you have thought. You are not the report card the world gave you, nor are you the report card you give yourself. If I am the Teacher, you are all are My favorites. There is not one who stands in the corner. All sit up front, and all are in My sight, and all are in My hearing, and all are in My love.
Truth be known, all are in your hearing as well. All are in your sight. All are in your heart, fluid there. Being takes up no space at all, and yet, there is no space big enough to accommodate your Being. Why, the whole universe is your Being, and yet the whole universe sits in your heart. It underscores your heart.
As your realization grows, there is no such thing as individual heart. There is simply Universal Being. A little nick on the corner of the page of Universal Being is identified as you, an individual Being. But you are, nonetheless, the whole page. You are the book entire.
Where are the Akashic Records, you ask? They are within you. They are in your genes, and they are not an immutable script. They are written in invisible ink. Actually, they make no mark at all. You are as indefinable as I am, beloveds. You cannot be boxed any more than I. Where could it be written that you are less than I say, less than I am? I, Who am the Boundless, where would I bind you? To the past? I would not. I declare the past undone. I declare the past never was. I declare that you are, and you are what I say. You are My beautiful painting brought to light.
How happy you would be if you could but see a painting that I have made. And yet you are surrounded with My artwork, and yet it is not enough for you. You have stepped out of the picture I made into a copy you say is you. A copy of you is not you. It is only a copy. It can only be a lesser version. An imitation portrait of you is an imitation. Believe in it all you want, consider yourself photocopied if you wish, but you are an original life painting of God’s.
If you are My creation, what can you be but My creation? I do not make imitations. See beyond what you see. See beyond all these imperfections you hold up to Me or hide behind. Declare yourself as I do declare you. You are My own true love. You are the picture I painted. There is no need for you to jump out of it and to convince yourself that you are no more than a report card.