Now you do have a clue as to Who you are. You have a hint, yet you have not taken the hint. You just can't quite believe that you are the gold I say you are. But I do not give up. The day will come, and it is not far away, when you will clap your hand to your forehead, and say: "Now I get it. Now I get what God is saying. Now I get it!"

A light bulb will go on in your head, and you will see. For the first time, you will see. You will see the world in a new light. You will see the world with a glow around it, and you will be the glow.

Consider life a game of baseball, and now you step up to the plate.

You have been playing an imaginary tag, and now you are It.

I appointed you. I tapped you on the shoulder, and I said: "Now. Now it is your turn."

And now there is no going back. Once I have tapped you on your shoulder, you are done with the imagined past. All of it. Now you walk across the Red Sea. Now you are on the other side. Now you walk in Vastness, Vastness before you and Vastness after you and Vastness all around you. And you are the Vastness you walk in. You are the still waters, and you are the pastures that lead you to the still waters. You are My beloved, and now you believe Me. And now there is nothing else for you to do. There is nothing else for you to be but what I have told you all along. You may not have been listening.

You are more than a smattering of Me. You cannot be a particle of Me, for Wholeness has no parts. Wholeness does not come apart. Wholeness is Wholeness, or it is not. And I AM. And We are one Integrated One.

Only the imagined you has been dissembling. You pretend you are less. You hold on to the idea of being less. You hold on to a baby's rattle and seemingly shake yourself loose from Me. This is your dissembling. As a matter of fact, you go to great lengths to disenchant yourself from Truth. You like to think you disencumber yourself, as if you really could. You certainly do play a game of Let's Pretend, and so you do not recognize the Truth, let alone accept it.

If you like to play Let's Pretend, then let's play that what I say to you is so. Use your imagination. You have been using your imagination dismally. Now use it for enlightenment. Let My light be seen. Let your light be seen. It is not make-believe, Beloved. It is not really make-true either because it is already true. You and I are two peas in one pod. You are perhaps too self-absorbed to see. Beloved, there is really one pea in one pod. We are so inseparable that We are One.

You really are not a straggler. Whatever you think you are, you are not that. You dabble in this and that. All the while, you and I move together. We partake together. We dance together. We sing together.

Now, you may say: "Well, God, is it You Who plays the games then? If we are really and truly One, why do You depart from yourself? Why don't You speak for Yourself through little me always then?"

Ah! The presumed separate you of Me looked into a mirror called Free Will, and you declared yourself folly. Although there is no yourself, you skipped off in thought far away to another land. You are so powerful in this eclipse of Truth that you can even do that.

But, of course, you are right. There is no you. There is I. Swift as thought, the sun dappled shadows on the leaves, and that was the birth of My reflection on Earth, and yet the Sun is round and full and bright no matter what the fantasy being played may be.