Beloveds, life as you live it is not orderly, and you cannot make it so. You cannot pinpoint life. You cannot make a map of it to follow. You can't even really trace past events and determine how you got to where you are, even if you do know where you are now. There is so much conjecture.

Certainly, you can know that you are with Me. And that is all you need to know. There is nowhere else for you to be. Your life may not be as defined and orderly as you would like, but it does follow a natural progression whether your thumb is on it or not. Everything is on time and in place. Only your awareness lags. It's true that you are at the right place at the right time.

As you have heard, there is no place to be nor no time to be in that place, for space and time are illusions, time the most illusive of all. At least you can stamp your feet on the floor and say your feet are on it, whereas you can only mark time on a token clock or calendar. You can't put your finger on it.

And so on this New Year's Eve, you have flipped a page of life and will get another calendar to mark time in. Do you begin to feel how it is that time does not exist? Do you begin to sense how matter does not really exist, and, if it did, it doesn't matter at all? In life, it is like you have merely gone on a virtual holiday, like on the computer, while you never left your seat.

You have never left Heaven, beloveds. Your life on Earth is a mirage.

Don't be sad that your life is not real. Certainly, it feels real enough. Nevertheless, you are mistaken.

Science says that the stars and galaxies are so many light years away, yet are they not present in your awareness? Can't you conjure them up and touch them? You know they are closer to you than a measurement. Science doesn't even try to measure My proximity. That which is immeasurable is true. Certainly, I am immeasurable, and so are you.

So, wherever you are on New Year's Eve, it is a good place to be.

If you are alone, that is fine. If you are in a crowd, that is also fine. If you are asleep, that is fine. If you are awake, that is fine. Nothing in the world, dear children, has to be anything but what it is.

There is nothing to complain about. In that sense, there is nothing to cheer either, but I will say that all of relative existence is to cheer. It is an excursion of your mind into untrammeled places. It is quite an undertaking, and you have undertaken it. You are on your way. Don't look back at where you have been, for your footprints have already been erased in the sand. As for what is ahead of you, your footfall makes no mark even as you tread.

Where are you now? Where is the Sun in relation to you now? And where is your heart? What does your heart beat for but this one split-second of illusory time, this seamless seam of non-time non-space, so full of love that you even believe you are somewhere when all along, there is only Oneness inside and out. Just for a moment your mind wandered off, and your finger went onto an illusory page in the Book of Life written, as it were, in ink invisible.