The secret to life is to sit with Me.

Knee to knee We sit, as it were, and We look into each other's eyes, and We are becalmed. In truth, We have never been anything but calm. More than calm. Celestially serene. Heavenly still. Immersed in quietness, We awake. I am you, beloved. I am the hub. And you imagine for a while that you are on the outskirts.

So deeply connected are We that We can only be One. In one sense We can say that you are the fingers of My hand, for you are My thought extended. In another sense We can say there are no fingers, there is no hand. There is only the heart of God. And you are it.

The skirmishes of anxiety that you feel are tremblings of Our love. Even anxiety feels love, faintly as if in the distance, or it would not be dismayed. How can you not be dismayed if you imagine that love is on the rim and you are empty within? But, of course, you cannot be empty of love. Nothing can pre-empt love. Your mind, however, can make up stories, sometimes very convincing.

Let your mind make up other stories. Perhaps it will land on one that is true.

You are deep, deep in My heart. You are tunneled within My heart. You cannot dig your way out. There is no out to dig to.

If you knew the depths to which I am within you, you might swagger. Not from ego but from the weight of Our love, from the golden depth and golden summit of Our love. Once standing so tall, you wouldn't deign to come down from the heights.

Weighted in love, you would be weightless. Grounded in love, you would soar. You would grasp the Heavens, and you would know there is no up and there is no down. Your signature would be a flourish of love. You would sign My name to every paper. You would hum to yourself, and all the world would hear you.

You would never depart from Me, and you would never return. Your awareness would return, and you would know your always-ness.

All this because you sit with Me and stay with Me, knee to knee.

And you would be merged in Oneness, and you would not know anything different. There would be no difference. What can be different in Oneness?

Heretofore, you perhaps thought that the little edges of life had something to do with you. You may have thought the serrated edges were your life or were you yourself. You may have thought that your heart was a washboard, continuously rubbed against.

And all the while your life was My heart beating in splendorous light.

There is no jolt with Us.

In your heretofore ordinary life, all that which seems to exist around you is made up of your thoughts. Your thoughts talk a lot while your heart keeps mum. But it is your heart that has the last word, and the word is love.

Your love is a still blue lake shimmering in light. The only waves are light.

A mighty squall in your heart is not love. It is a facsimile of love. And yet, even a facsimile of love is love, for it signals that you are on your way to love. Everyone is on his way. You even scramble for love, so avid are you.

So, now, come sit with Me a while. Come to realize Our love and give of it during your imagined stay on earth.