I hear your cries in the wilderness. You refute My avowals to you. You run in front of Me like a town crier, and you cry out:
"Beloved God, thank You for all You give, all You bless, all You think of, all You pull together to bless us and the world. Thank You for Your forethought, for Your vision, for Your love of all that is holy.
"Your meaning of holy is different from what the world gives. I hear You say that all of us are as we are -- if only we recognized Who we are.
"God, You designed us holy, even though so many of us can't get our hands around this idea. You designed us innocent and pure, even as we deny this right and left. It is as if we can't hold our heads up and say, 'Yea, God, You made us holy so, in fact, we, are holy then, and accept your avowal.'
"God, it is easier for us to accept that we whom You created are not holy than to accept that we are holy. Isn't that odd that we, Your children, assert our perceptions over Yours, and we are so clear about it, so strong in our disbelief with what You tell us in all Your humility?
"It must be that we must lack humility and score high in ego points.
"God, how do You have the patience to cajole us day in and day out in the midst of such engrained obstinacy? Obstinately, we present ourselves as being savvy. How can we present ourselves as being confident in our ignorance when You say differently? This is what I ask You."
Are you asking Me how do I put up with all of you! This is what you are asking?
I sit before you. I know more than you know. I not only know all the answers. I know all the outcomes. The outcome is the same for everyone.
As you are certain that one and one are two, I know that you and I are One. If I am God, if I am the Presentiment of God, We, you and I, share a DNA. You are Myself wrought into the world. You have all the capabilities I have. This isn't an idea that I propound. This isn't just a hurried projection. Through all of your protests that you are not exactly as I made you to be and all that I say you are – inevitably you will prove yourself to be. You are My Holy Blessedness. You tend to throw up your hands and say that this cannot possibly be, the same way that Cinderella must have wondered how she got to be at the ball.
Let Me ask you: Why you would you deny My God-given rendition of Reality? Do you really believe I make up a fairy-tale or send you on a fool's errand? Would I waste Infinity and your blood, sweat, and tears on a wild goose chase? If you cannot presently believe in yourself – your Self – then at least give Me the benefit of the doubt.
What if what I say is not speculation but Truth, how quickly would you collect yourself and see with new eyes? Are you afraid of failing what I say you cannot fail?
This is not a test. Your whole horizon will shift. It has always been so. You will walk out of Life on Earth unscathed. You will come to know Truth as I know Truth. You may not catch on as quickly as you like. Nevertheless, you can believe Me. You will believe Me. You will believe that I know Truth even as you cover your eyes for fear that the Light is too bright for the likes of you.
There is not one of you who is not as I say you are. Not one, for Everyone is One with Me. End of issue.
You are My God-given Golden Light in Human Form. Remember you have a Soul. It is the Soul We speak of here. It is no challenge to your Soul to rise out of the mist and behold the Holiness of you as I behold the Holiness of you.
You will have the eyes to see. You have everything else. But, ah, you have to open your eyes and open your heart to the Bare Face of Truth. You will ascend before your very eyes.
With or without belief, you are ready right now.