I give with a wide sweep of My hand. I do not give little spritzes of love. I do not put any love aside. I pour it all out. Love overcomes ego. Love overcomes your ego. Faced with My love, ego gives up. It can only accede to love. Ego is not so foolish as to believe its own promises.

Love is the only lasting. When everything else is gone, love remains. Everything else never was.

When your body dies, all your wealth, all your fame, all that you accumulated disappears. Their value disappears. They were always nothing at all.

All your past life is a phantom. All the people who came and went were phantoms. They were phantoms in that their physicalness seemed to be who they were. Their physical presence meant a great deal to you, and yet it was meaningless. The only meaning was the love you shared. You share it still.

Your life in the relative was nothing more than those cardboard movies that you turn -- the cardboard figures flip past you. When the move is finished, it is finished, never to return again. Not even a movie of your beloveds brings them back. There is no restoring their physical presence. There was much more than the physical that was dear to you, beloveds. You know that. You already understand that the spirit flees the body, and the body is nothing but mere physical without the spirit.

How can you take a picture of love? How can you take a picture of Me?

From the physical, you deduce love. The physical gives you an image of love. The physical demonstrates love, but love has nothing to do with the physical.

I do not negate the power of the physical, yet compared to love, it is negligible.

Love is the sweet essence of life. Just as when you drink orange juice, the sweetness is beyond the juice itself. There is more to the orange than the juice itself and the drinking of it. We can call the essence of the orange love. Certainly, its sweet juice is for you, and yet an orange is far more than its physical qualities. An orange disappears, and yet you know that the orange still is nourishing you. You do not mourn the passing of an orange.

Beloveds, an orange nourishes you so that you may nourish the world with your sweetness. Accept that I call you sweet. Love is truly sweet. All the sweetness of love is yours. It emanates from you. Don’t stiffen yourself, beloveds. Let love work its magic on you and the world.

You are the sweetest thing in the world because you are love. Nothing compares to the sweetness of love. Nothing, nothing at all, can hold a candle to love. You agree, don’t you? Now agree that you, whoever you think you are, no matter what you look like, no matter what you are doing, you are love itself. I ask you to be the love that you are. There is nothing that equals love, and there is nothing that equals the power of love.

Love your enemies, beloveds, and enmity disappears. Never mind how awful someone was and how right you are. Let go of awfulness and rightness, and simply love. Be in your natural state of love. Stand still, and you will emanate love. You have enough love to heal the whole world. There is more than enough love in the world to raise it to Heaven.

Beloveds, picture your love like the finger of a magician, and the magician’s finger lifts the Planet Earth and restores it to Heaven in the minds and hearts of everyone. Do not think this is illusion. The illusion was to think that Earth was anywhere but in Heaven.