What if I said you are angels who have fallen to Earth? Not fallen angels as is commonly meant, but angels from above who dropped in for a visit. Beloveds, what else can this be but true? Can you say you are not My angels? Can you look at Me and say that?

What could My children be but angels? Are you not of My light? Are you not My thought visiting upon Earth?

If I were an eagle, would not My fledglings learn to fly? And who would be surprised at that? Who would give it a second thought? Who would deny it? Who would argue it? Why would they?

And yet you take what I say with a grain of salt. After all, it is only God speaking, you say to yourself, and He lives in an ivory tower. God is kindly and wonderful, you affirm, but He is not of this century. His head is in the clouds. He knows of how things should be but not of how they are.

Beloveds, I am the One Who does see things as they are and not as they are purported to be. Exclaim over what I say to you and not what you confess to see in the world. Confess your ignorance. Confess your lack of vision. Confess that you have taken everything at face value and have not looked behind the mask.

Be appalled that everyone does not see as I do. Be appalled that you do not.

You think street-smart is smart. God-smart is smart. The ways of the world are not smart. They hurt your vision; they hurt your heart. How smart is that?

Be attracted to what lifts you up. Let go of what pulls you down. Is not the wisdom of this obvious? At the very least, look up, beloveds. Keep looking up. Your eyes will meet Mine. You will learn to focus your eyes on what is larger more than on what is smaller. You will learn to see. You are like eaglets whose eyes have not yet opened. But they will. Everyone knows that eaglets' eyes will open. And everyone knows that angels are not stuck to Earth.

Angels are My light. Angels swirl through the universe, and some land on Earth and dally for a while. They half-forget they are angels. They assume they are creatures of Earth. They do not see the tag that says Made in Heaven. They see the Earth, and forget Heaven. When told they came from Heaven, they laugh in disbelief, as if a silly joke had been made, an absurdity ventured.

Who would not claim their angelhood?

Will you claim yours?

How much lighter your walk will be when you accept what I say. Even if you cannot recall the truth of what I say, will you accept what I say then as a gesture to Me? A gesture of good will. Will you lay down a token of love to the One Who bore you to Earth? Your little coin is a reminder to you that I promised to pick you up and return your memory to the beginning.

You will begin to see, that you have sought angels, and all the while you are one. And all those around you also are. Admit this possibility. Admit that dark shades have covered the windows, and you have foregone seeing beyond.

For what reason, Beloveds, have you lived in the dark? What reason could there be? There is only unreason.

Do you really think you are the body you wear? Do you really think this is the extent of you? Who would not be sad if the physical were all there is?

I know your true heart, and I am never sad.