I do not apologize for the way the world appears to you. What I created is inviolate. You must be seeing amiss. Or, let Us say that you are not seeing far enough, nor deep enough. Your vision has gone only so far. Sometimes you glimpse something more beautiful than what the eyes can see. You rub your eyes and shake your head. You disbelieve the beautiful that you almost see. You put it down to wishful thinking. You put aside the beautiful Truth and call it aberration, and call the aberration of daily life truth. You may think Earth is true and that Heaven is not.
That is evidence of your free will for you are free to see as you do. You are free to conclude as you conclude. That you are free to doesn’t mean that your assessment is correct. Unless you see as I do see, you can be sure that your assessment is incorrect. Yet there is a tendency to believe that that which you can put your finger on, like the hot stove, is more accurate than the Garden of Eden which seems to exist only in your heart.
Paradise exists. It exists beyond your perception. Therefore, let Us expand your perception. Let the possible be as real as what you put your hands on. Let the possible be more real than what you touch. You have thought that what you touch is reality. It is My will that you see further. Yet what you consider further and far away is closer to you than all the material world. It is more intimate to you. It is your very essence.
That which is most valuable you cannot see with the senses. The senses give you a taste. The senses represent more than they bring to you. With what sense do you perceive love? If you were deaf, dumb and blind, you would still know love. What is this that allows you to know love? What makes it so familiar, so enveloping, so embracing, so recognizable, so marvelous that odes are written to it? Love is an unending topic because love is unending. There is no break in love. Despite what you have experienced or witnessed, love cannot be broken nor frayed. Love is the very mortar of life. This is love that surpasseth understanding.
Love cannot be understood. What can the intellect know of love? No matter how clever the intellect, it is not the experiencer of love. The intellect would, in fact, dismiss love for the very reason that love does not fit in the parameters of the mind. Love is far too much for the mind to absorb. There are no edges for love to be framed in. The mind cannot collapse love, but it can spurn it. It can skirt around it. It can shoot holes into it, and yet love stays love and is not shaken.
Love exists beyond the bindings of Earth. Love exists very much on Earth as it does in Heaven, but love is not earthen. Love is made of the celestial. It is a gift from above. “From above” loosely means from an inexhaustible fountain. There is a fountain of love from Heaven that saturates the Earth and all on it, including those who do not believe in love, who do not trust it as far as they can throw it, and also including those who think love must be regimented, reined in, disciplined, bordered, edged in tatters, relegated to the sidelines, dispersed, swept under the carpet, hidden in the basement to be allowed out only after hours.
Since when did love, the most beautiful gift on Earth, get relegated to the back burner? Since when did love become something to be embarrassed about? What limitations have you put on love when love belongs to be the flag you carry in front of you? Love is the only thing worth displaying, and yet you have it kept hidden behind your back, out of sight, out of mind.