Beloveds, do you tire of hearing about love? Do you tire of hearing about yourself? It is the same we talk about. When I say love, I am talking about you. You are love. It is so simple. I am love, and you are love, and all on Earth are love.

You must already know that all the trees are love, all the plants, flowers, and fruit are love. The ground you walk on is love. Every physical thing in the universe is love, love compacted, love expressing itself in a form, a shape, nevertheless love. All energy is love, and all that which is manifested is energy.

The computer keys you type on are love. The energy through the internet is love. The fingers that type are love. The eyes that read My words are love. I have made it so simple. All is love. Love alone is. Therefore all is made of love.

When the Truth is so beautiful, why on Earth is there anything else but love going on? Why would there be lies? What lie can possibly equal the Truth? Or, for example, what does anyone think is gained by bribing another? Are not lies bribes? And the one bribed, what does he think he gains? What does he think exists that he needs? Where would injustice in the world show itself when there is love? Love doesn’t hide behind all the issues that look like non-love. Love doesn’t hide. Love would reveal itself. That love is covered up with layers doesn’t mean that love hides itself. Love cannot hide. The layers that cover up love are in your eyes, beloved. Love is right in front of you. Love is on all sides of you.

Even in relative life, you have experienced not seeing something that was right in front of you. Perhaps your glasses. They were right on the table, but still you didn’t notice your glasses on the table, not until they were pointed out, or not until you were looking for the book next to your glasses on the table, or not until you stumbled upon them, or not until your hand opened and reached out and touched them did you see them.

Now it is your heart that must open. Touch your heart. Take your hand. Press your hand closely upon your heart. It has to be there, this heart of yours, this center of love that binds you to all. Unbound, you are yet bound to Oneness. Invisible filaments of love wrap every heart around yours. Your heart is an instrument of love. All hearts are. Like a fine violin, your heart needs only to be tuned.

Your heart is not out of your hearing. Your heart is not out of your reach. And your heart is not out of love, no matter how dry or drained you surmise your heart is. There is a wealth of love in your heart, and it is welling up. You may know this love as gratitude. You may know it as joy, or you may know it simply as love.

Your heart is a well of love. Tell Me, really, what do you think you need in order to pull all that love up? What needs to be added unto you? What have you not been given? What are you waiting for? Your love alone is the key to your heart, and this key can never be lost. You are the heir apparent to love. It is you I have chosen to love the world with all the might of your heart.