Lift your heart and eyes to Heaven. Look up. You are standing on a great threshold, and now you will see higher. You will see beyond the brambles. You will see an horizon of mightiness. You will step over the threshold with your eyes on Heaven. Look up, and call the heights of Heaven to you. Say to Heaven: “Here I am.” Announce yourself to Heaven. You are expected.

By no means are you an interloper in Heaven. You may be an interloper on Earth, but not in Heaven. Your feet trod Earth, but your name is written in Heaven. Your name is written in a book of love, and it is opened to this page with you on it. Do you see it now?

You made your own reservation. And now your name is being called. Your table is ready. Come feast yourself in Heaven. Do you see the place card? Come sit here with Me.

As in a restaurant, when your name is called, you answer. “Here I am.” And then you follow the maitre d’hotel to your table. It is all set for you. It has been set for you for a long time.

At the restaurant, when your name is called, you get up. You do not wait for someone to carry you. It is enough that your name is called. You do not hesitate. You do not wait for permission. It is only you who has to give yourself permission. You wait for no one. Rise when your name is called.

I call your name now. I have been calling it right along. I have been waiting for you. I have been waiting for you to hear it. I do not tap My foot. I will wait an eternity for you if I have to. I know you will come. It is you who is not sure. It is your step that falters. It is you who feels like an orphan without shoes. It is you who feels outside the candy store window. It is you who hesitates at the door of the palace, fearing you are mistaken, fearing it is all a hoax. That you were ever outside is the hoax, beloveds. Where your name is, are you. Where your name is called, are you. Where Heaven is, are you.

Your sense of being unworthy has kept you away. Only that, for all of Heaven is yours the moment you admit yourself. How much permission do you need? How many invitations? When will you hear your name, and when will you rise? What is it exactly that you wait for? A bugle, perhaps? Well, then, I will sound a bugle. What can keep you in the anteroom to Heaven when I sound the bugle of welcome?

Can I invite you more graciously? Would you perhaps have Me wheel you in? Angels are by your side, waiting for a signal from you. There are no curtains in Heaven to pull aside, but if you want, angels will pull aside the imaginary curtains. Will you enter Heaven then? What signal do you need to give yourself so that you will admit yourself to Heaven? A bell perhaps? You want to hear a bell. I will have angels ring a hundred thousand bells, each peal an attempt to tempt you to Heaven.

What is it now that holds you back? What impediment is there? How many impediments are there? Even if you count to one-hundred, there is not one impediment to your arising to Heaven now, no impediment to your consciousness arising to Heaven, no impediment to your acceptance of Heaven. What impediment could possibly cancel out My desire to have you fully present here? Why, beloveds, would you refuse Me anything?