Once upon a time you knew truth. It bore no name. It just was. It was all that there was. How could it be named when there was nothing to compare it to? All was Oneness, and there were no parts. All was assembled. There was nothing to dissemble.

You were merged. When you are merged, you are merged. When you swim in an ocean of God's love, you swim, and you can swim forever in this ocean of God's love. And that is the truth, you do swim forever, for there is nothing else. There is no other sea to swim in.

But you fancied bright lights on the shore, and you swam to them. And then you got out of the water. You were still wet, but you were on dry land. As you walked on the land, you began to see its dryness more than you saw the lasting ocean of you. You began to forget the enormous Source of you, and you have been forgetting ever since. You wandered into forgetfulness.

You turned away from remembering. You tried to escape that which is truly where you long to be. You tried to find the ocean on the nethermost shores.

And every time you were disappointed, and you disappointed yourself time and time again. You forgot the depths; you have been searching the surface.

Come to the depth of your heart where all is remembered and all is known. The ocean is still with you. You never left it. You carry it with you, this ocean from which everything comes.

You are the mermaid who walks on land.

Your return to the saving grace of the ocean is inevitable. Your feet may stay where they are, but you return. While you are on dry land, you return with your awareness. You hear the ocean. You think you hear it in the distance, but it is in your heart. The beat of your heart is the waves of the ocean. You are the echo of the ocean.

You have wantonly thought that the ocean was a mirage, but the ocean is the remembered truth. Dryness is not truth. The land you walk on is the mirage. You live on many levels, not just one.

Where your body walks is one thing. Where you walk is another.

Or consider that you are an amazing bird in flight. You soar in the sky. It is from Heaven you started, and you ascend to it still. You alight on earth, but the bird that you are knows where your flight started. You are the flier from Heaven who stops on earth. You deliver Heaven to the earth.

Consider the earth a baby bird with its beak open, waiting for you to give it something of Heaven.

Or consider the earth all ready and packed, waiting to go with you in your ascent.

Or consider the earth a dream you had while you remained in Heaven.

Or consider the earth something beautiful you thought you saw in the distance. When you got up close, when you really looked, you saw Heaven in the truth of earth.

Or consider Heaven an envelope you fly in. Heaven envelops you. You pull Heaven with you. There is no other way. You pull streamers of Heaven with you. You are able to fly because of Heaven. There is no other reason.

And you are an amazing bird who can walk on earth only because of Heaven.

Your forgetfulness of from where you come and what you carry with you comes to an end. Your forgetfulness will be forgotten. You will remember. And when you remember, everything fits again, and the forgetfulness never was.