There is a habit of many of My children to recriminate themselves again and again, as if self-recrimination were some kind of vitamin you take or an insurance policy. You recriminate yourself and perhaps feel you are protected from you-know-not-what. Perhaps from some kind of accusation, as if you choose to make yourself feel bad before someone else might. Perhaps you cut yourself down so perhaps you appear modest rather than immodest, as if it were immodest to feel affection for yourself and be pain-free.

Do you realize that you live on Earth where birds are singing, moisture is in the air, and growing greenery rises to the sun, and each day heralds the dawning of life? What is there to be unhappy about when such a creation as this exists? My children, you are in the Garden of Eden. Lush is the universe, and there is nothing you have to do but receive. All has been given to you to wrest joy from. You do not even have to wrest joy, just be open to the possibility of it. Be open to the possibility that joy is inviting you right now to come to her. Joy has her arms out wide to receive you.