To think you would ever say to Me:
"God, I am in a rush. Speed it up, please, for I am too busy right now to wait!"
You, too, are amazed at your moxie in expressing yourself to Me in this way.
Nevertheless, I answer you, impatient one. I answer you in this way:
There is no asking. There is no waiting. There is no interim. In this sense, there are no pauses. In this sense, We simply continue as if in a seamless line. Our Lives and Our Loves are continued together as if woven in a knitted shawl.
There is no time. There is no before or after. There are no breaches in Our holding hands. We are One, and We are One Inseparable. We would not have it any other way. There are no delays. There are no races. All ambles along divinely. We are divine. We melt together as One. We were never two. Never ever.
The idea that you and I were ever two is a daydream. From this daydream now, you are awaking. It could be said that I am the Prince Who Kisses Sleeping Beauty. You are Sleeping Beauty, and you awaken. I would go to all lengths to awaken you into the Oneness in Which We Are. It is inevitable that you will awaken. You are right now in the process of awakening.
You are in a daze now. When you open your eyes, Our eyes, you will not be able to conceive how it was that you ever were asleep, as though you had to rest from Reality which is beautiful, so beautiful. You entered an intriguing TV series. You have to find out how the drama ends. You are hooked on it. You can't stop watching.
The True Story of Life begins as Love awakens you and won't let you go. The Love was always. Now you are aware. Such a delicate switch from sleep to wakefulness. How awake you are becoming now.
You are restoring yourself to your Self. You are fleet of foot. Your Heart of Awareness flies away with you. You come Home to where you have always been. For a while, you looked the other way. You were only sleeping. There was movement going on behind your eyelids. Two worlds were swirling around in you, the Real World, and a Made-up Story World. It is as if you slept in two beds, one called Drama, and the other called Love.
Immediately, as your eyes flutter open, you know wherein lies the True World. You were off on a tangent for a while. For a while denotes time of which there is none except as time is delineated on Earth. Time is not a game played in Heaven. There is no reason for such a game in Heaven. Why would there ever be?
Truth is not a game to be played. Truth is what is. Another name for Truth is Love. Love is not only part of Life -- Love is Life.
Your heart, left to its own devices, is untrammeled, is Pure Being. Pure Being knows only Love. You are always Pure Being. You may cover up this which is your True Worth, but really you cannot disguise it much longer from yourself. Anything temporary is simply not true. I see the True You, and you are beginning to rub your eyes and wake up and wonder.
Wake up, beloveds. You don't fool Me. And, somewhere, deep within you, even as you may turn your head, you do recognize something within you that you cannot put off forever. This is your Godness. You are branded Wholeness. There is a beautiful Star on your Forehead. No one is without this Star. You are what you are. You are Great.
You are an emblem of Me which is the same as to say a True Testament to Love. How you have heretofore dipped yourself into all the stories the way one would dip a piece of bread in gravy and relish it eagerly.
Yet the story is not a matter of note. Oneness is. There is no story to Oneness. Oneness never was not. You hid yourself from Oneness as if Oneness were a clever plot you had stumbled on.
There is no plot. There is no sequence. Love is. Love is the Whole Story. Therein hangs the tale.