You are circling the shore, beloveds. In a rowboat or canoe on the Lakes of Heaven -- you are so close to the shore. You are on the shore. You just do not know it yet. You are not lost. You are simply mistaken about where you are. Step out of the boat. Even in the dark, your foot will find solid Heaven.

I say solid in the sense that it is real, not dense like the Earth that you have made yourself at home in. The reality of Heaven is light. You just never have been sure that light can hold you. When you recognize that light is weightless and the essence of you is light, it is then that you can be sure that Heaven can carry you, and indeed it does. Certainly you understand by now that it is not the weight of Earth that sustains you.

It is not the minerals of Earth that sustain you. And it is not the ground under your feet. And it is not your spine. It is not the body of Earth nor is it the physical body that surrounds you. It is an invisible Force of Life that holds you. The Source that created you sustains you. That force We can call light, and We can call it love. In any case, rays of lovelight are your strength. There is nothing to equal it.

Let your eyes rise to Heaven. You must uplift that which is within you that sees. Move your eyes from near to far until there is no far, until there is only dear. Meanwhile, practice your eyesight, your mindsight, your heartsight. Let your eyes pierce through what you see as darkness. Let your eyes be bright, and your heart and mind far-seeing. Your eyes must see beyond your shoes. They must see beyond the corner. They must see beyond the furthest horizon.

There would not be horizons unless there was something even of greater beauty beyond them. Horizons are like Heavenly Sirens who lure you to what seem like distant shores, and yet are so close, so close. You are so close.

You have always sailed on the Lakes of Heaven. It is the boat that is the mirage. And now in your heart, you jump off the boat that is illusion onto the Shore of Reality. You think the leap is long and high, and yet it is hardly a leap at all. It is like removing a veil that never hid anything from you anyway. Touch it, and it evaporates. Illusion was a mere mist. Poke your finger through it.

You listened to the foghorns, beloved. You believed the illusion of mist. You even believed in greater illusion. You have experienced the greatest illusions.

You have been a practitioner of illusion. You have become an expert in illusion. You have made it your study. You have examined it under a microscope. And yet, even under a finite microscope, you can see the infinite. You can see its shorelessness. Certainly you can see beyond what your eyes are fastened on now. Look up once in a while, beloveds, and see all that which surpasses your present sight. Catch a glimpse now. Come, look where I show you. See where I am pointing? Follow the arm of My love, and you will see the castle beyond, and you will see that you are already ensconced within it.