God said:

There is a Golden Touch to what I say. More than the words, more than the structure, more than the thoughts, there is an invisible silent blessing from Me. You cannot hear it. You cannot see it. You cannot touch it. And yet My Golden Touch touches you.

Take all My words away, and My Golden Touch remains. Erase, and My love within Heavenletters remains like invisible ink. Take an eraser and erase My written words from your notebook, and still an impression is left. My words once spoken are spoken. What I say stands. Nothing topples it.

You well know by now that there is something greater than My words contained in these messages from My heart. As a matter of fact, My love is instantaneous and eternal and cannot wait for words. My words trail My love. They are an afterthought. My words are the aftermath of My love. And, yet, My love is everywhere, so how, then, can My love go somewhere, and how can it be followed? How can it linger when it can't go anywhere? And My love, which is eternal and timeless, how can it be louder or softer? There is no space to contain it and nowhere for it to go. What do words have to do with My love but to remind you of what is and has always been, even though how can My love be always when there is nothing less than always? How does the word "always" itself exist anymore than the word "never" when there is no time for them to be housed in? What meaning have words? Who can make sense of them? When there is permanence, how can there be impermanence?

You can look at My words without reading them, and they will reach you. Just as all the colors of a rainbow affect you whether you look at them or not. What does not affect you, beloveds? Can any glance of Mine affect you less than a lollipop or a lovely breeze?

My words are like a little poke on your shoulder, bringing you to Awareness.

My words are like an idle hum I hum. I call My hum idle yet it can only be meaningful beyond hum. Rhythm has meaning. Rhythm makes you get up and move. Rhythm also helps you to lie down by still waters. How can rhythm make you get up and move when all that exists is the stillness of My love? Who or what can absorb My love and the stillness of the motility of it when it is already absorbed and has permeated you and everything, even though there is no you, and there is no everything inasmuch as only the Oneness of Love exists. There is no when. There is no sequence. How then can there be Cause? One thing does not follow another. Nothing comes before. And before what, anyway, when Love Alone exists?

What a Grand Illusion illusion is! What a lark of the world illusion has made. Of course, it is entertaining. Of course, it has drama. Of course, it is a play of a play of a play, which can only exist in illusion. You are an illusionist then, and you believe in your own tricks. You believe in your made-up illusions hook, line, and sinker.

How can justice exist when there is nothing for it to exist in but illusion? By the same token, how can injustice exist? Only in thought, can it.

Meanwhile, you live in illusion of your own making, and you keep yourself prisoner there when there are no bars. Where can you escape to when there is only you, when there is not even really you, when there really is Oneness Alone, and that's it?

God said:

There are no quandaries. Your mind decides there are. Your mind decides you are in a pickle. Let your mind decide rather that you are in a miracle. Whatever is going on, you are in the midst of life! To think of it, you are ordained to live life in the world and make it a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Enough of the concept of quandary. Quandary is short-sided vision. It is almost no vision at all.

Where there is a garden, you may have seen a maze. Whatever you may perceive, My delightful child, you are in a garden. You are actually in the Garden of Eden. What would My heart be but the Garden of Eden? Your eyes have peered narrowly. You had a dream that you were elsewhere, in a land of perplexity. Have another dream then. Alight to the Reality of Our Existence.

You live in many dimensions. Which dimension you focus on is up to you. You may have to remind yourself that your eyes can be trained to see more than what is right in front of them. What a limited existence to see only the precise physical before you. Look, the physical world is just not enough for you. I know that sometimes you think it is too much. You say that when you see too much disarray. Change where you are looking.

Your vision is like a kaleidoscope. Just a little turn, and everything is changed. What has changed but your vision? I know you like to be a realist. Beloveds, the physical is not the only real.

Love is real, only you can't get your mind around it. You know what love is, yet love has no borders to confine you. If you want to be confined, look at the physical. Want to see molehills out of mountains, look at the physical. Why, how you look has become more meaningful to you than Who you are. Yes, your world is topsy-turvy. You can turn it right side up. Well, maybe all you have to do is to stand on your head! Certainly, you do have to look from a different angle. Look from Mine while you are at it. Why not? Why wouldn't you see what enriches you rather than what you surmise does not?

When you have a diamond in your hand and the diamond is covered with dust, you don't say, "That can't be a diamond. It is all covered in dust." Why, you simply look further than the dust. Appearances are not the answer for you. You have been bound to the physical and made it your idol. You worship it. This is how you are bound to it. You think you are nothing without it. Dear ones, you are not more with it. Beyond the physical, you are a Great Being. The physical does not do you justice.

Oh, it may flatter you every now and then, yet what good is flattery to you? It is not really you who is flattered. It is that interloper ego. It stands between you and your sighting the Greatness that you are. But don't blame ego. Ego is your choice too.

If you feel you have to be important, that is your ego guidance system. You already are important. You never were unimportant. Oh, the world may look askance at you, or not even see you in your True Light, but that's the world for you. That's only one dimension of life. The limits of the world offer you great opportunity to shine, and shine you must, and shine you will.

God said:

The language you use matters. Language is only language, yet your choice of words matters. How you speak bespeaks your relationship to the world. How you speak bespeaks how you think the world relates to you.

I would suggest that you favor gentle speech. That may help to tame the world and yourself.

At the same time as I say this, your speech is more than your words and tone of voice. Your speech is a revealer. It reveals your consciousness.

You know what it is to be angry and still speak sweetly. That is commendable, but better yet that you speak sweetly and be aligned with your speech.

Sometimes you have been taught manners. You may have read books on manners, and you dutifully follow what you learn. You do well to use manners. How much better yet it is when manners, which are consideration, come from the wealth of your heart rather than a protocol.

There are situations that arise that have no prescribed protocol.

At these times take a breath and remember Me. Remember Whom you work for. Remember Whom you are representing. If you were wise and wonderful, how would you respond when someone gets your goat? Who is responsible for your irateness? You know it's difficult for anyone to make you do anything but what you choose to do.

Yes, you say you would rather not be angry, and yet you choose anger. Can you only be courtly when the person in front of you is nice? It is easy for you to be calm and well-mannered when the person in front of you is calm and well-mannered. Yet, can you only be what the person in front of you is? Can you only parrot emotions and words?

You understand by now that you are an actor in life. Actors play different roles. What if, in this situation you find yourself in and upset by, that you are to play the role of an exquisite lady or gentleman who always rises above the skirmishes in the world and rescues everyone who happens to be acting the role of an unruly person? Is it not possible that you can write the script for this scene of the play you are in? What if you can accommodate another person? What if you don't have to defend yourself? What if you don't have to get into it with him? What if this person before you is distraught for a substantial reason that has nothing to do with you? Do you have to know what it is? Could you be compassionate then and play well the role of one who gives solace rather than rebuttal? What would you have to prove then, beloved? Have you really thought that you have to stick up for yourself? Are you sure you're not sticking up for your ego?

No one has the right to speak harshly to you. Without exception, no one is right to direct rude anger at you. But nor are you right to redirect anger at anyone. Expression of anger is unmannerly. You will agree that all anger, no matter how exalted, is rude, won't you? Of course, you think that your anger is justified. You wouldn't be angry otherwise.

And now I am going to tell you that no matter the perceived cause, no anger is justified. I know you will argue with me over this. Let me put it this way - there is no justification for your portraying yourself as less than you are. I have told you Who you are. When you feel anger, that is when to become creative, give your best performance, and be a true star in the play of life.

God said:

When you see snow on tree branches, you admire the snow-covered branches. It's a lovely sight. Yet, after a while, you may not even notice the snow-covered branches. They get taken for granted.

When the sun shines brightly on the selfsame snow-covered branches, only then do you see sparkles. The sparkling captivates you. The snow on the branches is the same with or without the sun's light shining on it. But with the sun's light, you see what already was, and yet, because of the sun's light helping you, enlightening you, wide-eyed you see the glistening of the snow. The sun did not add anything to the snow except to simply shine its light on it. The sun didn't change the snow though later it may melt it, and then the meltingness reveals even more of the truth of the snow, that it is water, after all. Of course, water from the Heavens! Pure water from the Heavens, yet simply water, the sea of life.

As you have guessed, I use this comparison to show that My children are most often seen without the sun's light shining on them. The overt physicalness of My children, is readily seen. The Golden Light that they in truth are is not. It is a fact that what exists is not always seen, even when the Invisible is Reality far more than the visible. The visible is not Reality. It is only a shell of it known by the five senses. The five senses are definitely useful, yet they are not everything.

My children, seen in better light, seen in the sunlight of My eyes, ah, then they are really seen. My children aren't different. They have not been transformed. Only, as it is, in My light, they are seen, perhaps for the first time, as the essence of Who they always were. Only now you are seeing what you did not see before. You can hear about it, understand it, even accept, yet Reality cannot be described in its full glory. Until your eyes (rather, your heart) do see, you have not seen. The good news is that your vision will grow, and you will see, and you will be so happy.

I know you wish you could see with My eyes right now. This is something for you to wish for, maybe even more than for a bright shining new car, beloveds. By no means, feel sad that you want a new car. I know its importance for you. Yes, may you have it. Relax. You don't have to make a choice of one or the other.

The only thing is that you are surrounded with cars and advertising photos of cars. However, seeing Human Beings as I do see them is not advertised very much. Oh, perhaps once in a while, you see pictures of the Great Ones and saints and angels and such with halos around them. In the world, these haloes simply do not get the press shining new cars do. That's how it is, isn't it?

This is why you need reminders. Until the time when you see for yourself, keep those reminders in front of you. Keep thinking about the day of your improved vision to come. And, in the midst of your interactions in the world, remind yourself that everyone, everyone without exception, everyone in front of you, regardless of appearance, shines in this selfsame bright light.

Actually, the bright light is more than a halo. Everyone is totally bright light. You are too, beloveds. You are too. I see you as you really are, and I receive you into My heart and the company of the Great Ones.

God said:

When you have anxiety, it is for no reason. It is always for no reason. I know you feel that something incites your anxiety. No matter what you perceive as the cause, there is no reason to it. It is manufactured. No matter how real-seeming, it is made up. What folly it is to feel anxious. It is no good at all, so what reason can there be to be anxious? Anxiety plays a pretend game. Your mind latches onto a conclusion, a judgment that serves no one. Anxiety serves no one. It wastes heart and mind.

From a vaster view, in moments of clarity, you see that that there is nothing dire to feel anxious about. All that which you call disaster is merely a change of scenery. When there is a flood, dry ground has become wet. Where there is a tornado, the wind blew hard, and trees and houses fell. It is My children who make havoc of it. I understand it is not an easy thing for you to lose your home, or for you to see someone else lose his home, or life or limb. Of course, the world, which is full of change and circumstance, tends to consider change unwelcome and circumstances of the utmost importance.

I do understand that it matters to you to stay warm and dry, well-fed, and that those whom you love stay right where they are. You don't want them to go anywhere. You like everything in place. And yet, in the world, movement is the name of the game. The world spins, beloved. The world spins. From one moment to the next, you are not in the same place any way you slice it. Nor is anyone. Minute by minute, change marches on. Even when life seems to you to be on a plateau, it is moving. It is moving on. It is moving on to greener pastures, even when that's hard for you to believe.

There is no cause and effect - how can there be when time and space do not really exist? There is no sequence. There is no location. That which you hold dear to you does not exist. Existence, your existence, is much vaster. In fact, it is Vastness itself. And yet, when there is no time and place, how can there be Vastness? The vastest of all is Love, and love exists. The form it takes is incidental. That love exists is monumental.

You will concur that there is more to love than what you see. Certainly, you have witnessed or experienced true deep love. I speak of love, not attachment. Surely love comes from a greater dimension than the surface world you live in. Surely love exceeds the physical. Surely love comes from another dimension and visits on Earth. And surely love is dimensionless! This love, this heart-swelling love, has no bounds to burst. To the human heart, it seems as if it does, for love is so vast, so all-encompassing that the human heart cannot contain it. Love can never be small. It has to burst its seams, even though love has no seams.

Love is voluminous. It cannot be confined. Because love is so dimensionless does not mean that it is vague. Everyone knows what love is. Of course, love needs no definition. It cannot be confined nor defined. Love bursts into bloom in your heart. Your heart is a flower of love. Long may your heart flourish. There are no limits on the lengths to which your heart may go. The heart I placed in your chest can only flourish, for is not your heart your direct connection to Me? Do I not abide in your heart? Is not the sanctuary of love in your heart?

Why, then, ever dally with anxiety? Doesn't anxiety seem silly now? You don't have to have it. All you have to have, you have and you are. You are. You are Being.

God said:

Talk to Me. Tell Me what is in your heart. I will be your confidante. Whether you have ten friends to pour your heart out to or one friend or none, talk to Me just the same.

Try writing to Me. Then you can read over what you write, and you may find that the situation that has been plaguing you isn't quite so monumental as you have thought. I will receive your letter before you send it, even before you write it. It is you who doesn't know what you are going to say until you spill it out. It is for you that you write a letter to Me. All you do concerning Me is for you. It is not for Me. I am happy to receive it, very happy, and yet it is not for Me. Or, I could say that everything you do is for Me. It is the same. For you or for Me, it is for you. Everything I have done is for you. Do I sound like a parent who tells you everything they do is for you, and you doubt it? Of Me, beloveds, you can have no doubt. There is no doubt that all I do is for you, and all that I do for you is also for Me.

Come, sit on My lap, as it were, and tell Me what is going on with you. Tell Me all about it. I will wipe away your tears. Pretty soon you will have said all you have to say, and then We, you and I, will sit in a lovely silence and just relish being together. When you sit with Me, troubles seem to have a way of reducing themselves in size, even run out the door and not ever come back to bother you again. I don't even have to say a word. You hear yourself.

I think you have had enough of heartache, and you don't need any more. Let's replace heartache with heart blessings. I bless you and your heart no matter what is going on. Will you do the same? Will you bless yourself and bless your wounded heart, give it some comfort, and let your heart make itself at Home with Me?

If you are hesitant to let go of made-up boundaries, I understand, yet come at least to My front porch. We can sit out front in rocking chairs and rock together, and get to know each other. We can watch the traffic passing by. We can share commonality. I would say that We can get to know each other in an idle kind of way, yet that would not be altogether the case, for I already know you. I know you from A to Z. I know you backwards and forwards. I know you so very well, stationed as you are in My heart of love.

It is you who may not know Me, of course, really know Me, or even know Me at all. Of course, you have heard hearsay. You may have read about Me, even studied Me, and built up a picture of Me, fraught with rules and edged in gold. But what is that next to sitting down with me?

Oh, beloved, if you did know Me, you would not hesitate to walk right into My heart. You wouldn't knock. Why would you? It is your Home. If there were a screen door, you would open it and let it bang, and you would walk right in and say, "What's for supper?"

And I would say, "We're having love for supper. We're having love again."

Dear Lady of the Light,
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