Love is energy, and money is a representation of energy.

A pile of a thousand-dollar bills in the middle of a room is a pile of paper until the consciousness of Human Beings enters the room. You think money is a cut-and-dried matter, but it is not at all. The energy of money seems high when you attribute your dreams to it. Money has the value you set on it.

Each day brings treasures to you, and yet you tend to focus on the discomforts, as if they are what is important. They matter inexorably for a day or two, and then your attention flits to another inconvenience. You exert energy and time on a temporary matter that tomorrow will be forgotten as if it never were. And yet you give your heart and soul to it, a tiny blemish on the day of your life. That which is only an incident and therefore incidental, you make crucial. You are a dramatist. You are a dramatist of the first order.

To make huge sums of money for the sake of making huge sums of money is not enough. You may say you want millions so you can do a lot of good, and you may well do a lot of good, but that is not your motivation. That is more a noble alibi.

What a metaphor money is! It seems to capture the sum total of relative life. So meaningless at the same time as it seems vital. How valuable the valueless coins and bills are! They are counted as valuable because mass mind says they are. Because their value is mutually agreed upon, you scramble for them. You count and recount them. You grab them to you with relish, and you feel a power in spending them. And yet you know there is more to life than this metal and paper and your scrambling.

I say, "I AM." I say, "I am right here." I say, "I am always right here." I say, "You have Me always, beloveds."

Beloveds, you live in many worlds. It doesn't matter where your body is, and it doesn't matter where your mind is. I am totally absolutely right here with you. I am as near to you as your breath. We are so vital and vibrant to each other. We are the same breath. Who breathes your lungs in and out, you or I? Who can separate Us? Neither you nor I.