I am not an Entity apart from you, nor are you an entity apart from Me. There is Love. Love is the Creator. Love created. Oneness of Love on earth was made from the Union of Our Being. Spoonfuls of Ocean Sparkle were lifted from the Ocean so they might be seen, and immediately were put back.

But the idea of spoonfuls continued, even though not a drop of the Ocean was missing or was anywhere else but within the Ocean of MySelf. Yet your tendency to see yourself outside the Ocean remains. You are forgetful that you were spooned back into the Ocean from which you sprang. You were never spurned.

I am the Essence of Love. You too are the Essence. But We can say that you, thrown to the winds, as it were, are Love scrambled, mixed up, out of sorts, bedazzled, boondoggled. You are uncertain of your Essence. Therefore, you look for it everywhere.

You still believe that you are a particle of love. You may accept that once you were a blossom from the Apple Tree of Life, but now you believe that you have fallen and drifted off and can no longer be considered a blossom of God, or anywhere near it, always at an arm's length, or an Ocean's length. And so you see yourself as a wanderer. You try with all your might to relocate yourself and reverse this illusion of separateness. You seem unaware that the essence of you lingers with the Tree which is, after all, not physical either, but the Essence of Love Itself. I say linger, but you do not tarry for a while. You are permanently inalterably blended with the Essence of Love Itself. Essence is not separable.

Therefore, no blossom really falls from the Tree. Nor have you fallen from the Garden of Eden. Nor have you left My side, nor have I left yours.

The entire physical manifestation of the world, made of Love, is Essence of Love. This is not something that you can wash off or rub away. You have a permanent tattoo. The tattoo says: "God's Love".

You are the Love of God. You are for God's sake, as I am for yours. But you have perhaps covered up your tattoo, or from the fraughtness of your thought, you simply don't see it. You see Human error instead.

I make no mistake when I claim you as My Own. There is no mistake to be made. When all are My wealth, you can only be My wealth.

I well know that your have sectioned yourselves off. Thought has proclaimed itself mighty, and put some of you in one section and others in another. You have partitioned the world the same. I know not rich nor poor. I know not higher nor lower. I know not more nor less. I know not one country from another. I, the Essence of you, know the light you shine, and it is Mine.

I never snapped you off a limb of My Tree. I never deprived you of the Ocean. I gave you blessings instead. I blessed you with life. God (Love) gave you life, a great gift of Spirit.

Beloved, you are a rose plucked from My cheek. That does not take any Rosiness away from Me nor from you. When all is said and done, what can you be but My Rosiness?