Some things that I say seem like only words to you. You've had words blabbered on you before that didn't mean much or anything. In fact, in life when you hear words now, you sift through them to find what is true and what is furbish.

Now look to what is so in your own words and what is added on. Is your mind working every moment, darting here and there? What I am saying to you is not to think so much, because it is with thoughts that your overdoing or underdoing of speech begins. If thoughts did not hold you a prisoner, your speech would be freer and more truthful of your truth.

Your speech, as your life, has been overtaken by a regime of thought. Spontaneity has been relegated to a back room. Let's face it: the power of your thoughts has kept you back from truth. That same power can bring truth to the forefront, and you with it. Get your reins off it.

Oh, to say what is true.

Your anger is not true. Nor your annoyance, impatience, and the host of other things that are cast before love is allowed to peek out from its brim. Is truth often not like Cinderella? Is not truth often beauty cast out and ugliness pushed to the front in its stead? Yet despite all the disguise and pretense and glamour, truth fits the glass slipper and nothing else does. There is nothing more fitting than truth. And what is so rare? Truth is so novel, it makes you laugh. Yes, truth is a novelty. When there is a laugh, you are noticing truth, if only the truth of folly.

Unless you express the core of your truth, you are an actor who plays his part. Well or badly, you play it. You may have gotten stuck in a mold of thought and haven't quite slipped out of it.

You bemoan loss of memory. All the little things you can't remember. You bemoan their loss. Remembering facts in life has become a pastime. Truth has not. Truth has been beleaguered, the step child of life, not so respectable, often not referred in polite society.

Man is afraid to know his truth, and therefore hesitant to speak it. When he speaks it, often it has slipped out, and surprises him as much as anyone else. But then he begins to wonder — you begin to wonder — "Why is pretense more valued than truth? Why is what is most often valued not valuable?" You ponder, for a paste jewel often looks as good as the true gem and is passed off as true, and even those who know it is not true may go along with the pretense that it is.

Truth is a great relaxer. Now I will relax you with truth.

You are My child. You are nothing else. You are innocent to the core. In life, no matter what kind of an expert the world thinks you are, or you may think you are, you are green in life. In the shadows of your heart, you may fear you are a pretender to the throne, but it is the fear and pretense that keep you off it. Abandon fear and pretense and you will begin to know what you are about. Only then do you glimpse the majesty you are made of as the truth of you, not some far flung thought, not some farfetched gibberish, but truth close up, in your eyes, in your lips, and uttered in the words you speak.