Here's what you don't understand: I am the most practical advisor you will ever have. I see the whole territory, and I have your interests at heart. I am 100% for you. I am 100% behind you. I know more than you can imagine. You cannot imagine a fraction of all I know. All the Vast Unknowable, I know. As for My caring, My love, you don't comprehend a dewdrop of it.

I can hear a pin drop anywhere on any plane. I can see further than an eagle. I know every thread of the universe. I know every molecule of existence.

I am the Clearing House. I am the Mainstream. I am the Center of Activity. I am the Way Station. I am the Relay Post. I am the Signaler. I am the Sender and the Receiver. I am the Heart of Existence.

I sent you to Earth so that I may receive you. I blessed the Earth with you. I blessed you to the Earth. My blessings are One.

I do everything in one motion. With one motion, I oil the works. I cover the universe. I uncover it. I fly faster than the speed of light, and I do not move at all.

I am the most practical advisor of all because I know Truth. I do not know only part of it. My vision does not go only so far. It sees what is unfinished, and it sees the completion of it.

I know the first note of the song and all that follows. I know before it is written, for I hum it.

I know the setting of the sun, and I know the rising of you.

The rose grows at My bidding, and it grows toward My height. It does not interfere with the instructions I have given it.

You did not alight to Earth without instructions. You are subtly aware of the instructions. It's just that you don't quite trust them. And so you rewrite them or puzzle them out. You want to know every step beforehand and where it goes. Where has your trust gone?

It is only sleeping. It will awake.

The wisest most learned men on Earth do not know what is next. The best-intentioned advisors fall short.

Since when is it practical to be shortsighted, to deal only with a projected image of things? When did practical become only associated with practice? When did the essence of life become impractical?

When was the unseen dismissed from existence, swept into a corner, and left there, ignored? That is the Cinderella story. Usefulness carried only so far. True beauty overlooked.

When did the semblance of things become more important than the essence? When did breathing out become more important than breathing in? When did being smart become more worthy than innocence? When did accomplishment become more important than I?

Do not forget your Source. I am where you came from. You did not come from your mother and father or your country. I am your Origin. It is good to remember where you come from and where you are going.

You come from My heart, and you are returning to it. That is your story, and it is Mine.

It is very practical to know your place in the universe.

It is practical to know the tools of your trade, but it is not enough to just hammer nails. It is not even enough to hammer nails and make a table.

It is more practical to make a table with beauty and excellence in mind, and know for Whom you make it.

Who is your Customer? What does He want?

Unless the table is made for Me, it is just wood and nails.

I give you tools to use, and I am the Tool I give you. I am your Customer, and I am the Beautiful Table you make.

All is for Me, and All is Me.