Life is not either/or. You do not have one choice or two. You have
many-petaled choices. When you were a child, you took a daisy, and you
said with each petal, "He loves me, he loves me not." You left out
other possibilities, that he likes you, that he makes you happy, that
you like him and you make him happy. Life is many-layered and not so
The force of love is a power to be reckoned with. Love is a power. It is a power for good. Who would want less than a power for good? Who would want to keep all the odds and ends of life that you may have kept to pour over and perhaps collect more of?
Beloved, you think of another long ago friend of yours from many long years ago. Your heart aches to talk to once more to this friend. You have no way of knowing if this long ago friend is still alive.
Have I given you too many things to do or not to do? Of course, all
guidance I give boils down to love, so, in actually, there is only one
thing I ask of you, and that is to love yourself. You cannot love
others more than you love yourself. I speak of loving and not
attachment, beloveds. I speak of loving yourself and not holding
yourself for ransom, as it were.
I tell you to love, and yet We cannot define love. Love is so vast, beloveds, it defies description. Let Us talk a little about love, what it is and what it is not, and how it appears in different lights. It is natural to love. It is natural for a baby to love. He doesn't know the word, and he already loves. It is natural for the mother to love her baby. It is unnatural not to love.
Beloved, where are you going? What journey are you on? This time around for you isn’t likely your first time around, yet who knows and how significant is a question anyway? There are more meaningful matters than curiosity or stealth to account for.
Of course, it does matter how you feel and what you say. Your desire to be heard, really heard, is great. What matters more is Who you are and what you consider yourself to be. What worth do you set on yourself?
Remember that guilt is not a high vibration. It is not honorable to feel guilt. It hurts your heart that some go hungry while you waste food. There is a tug here, and yet it is incumbent upon you to digest the food you eat. You do not help another when your stomach is heavy with indigestion or your heart is heavy with guilt. Guilt is itself a kind of indigestion.
Every leaf on every tree is for you. Every ray of the sun is for you. Every twirl of the Earth. Every breeze. Every joy. Every occasion on Earth is occasioned for you. The display of Earth in all its colors is here for you. Every day, Earth is for you, and each and every day, rain or shine, is here for you. Each day rushes to your side, ever ready to deliver itself to you, to be picked up by you as you would pick up apples rolling to your feet. You would pick rolling apples up with alacrity. Pick up today like that. It is rushing to you, beloveds, and it cannot wait. Today is here. Be ready to tour the world with it. Set your heart to the right dial. Turn on Go.