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.
Beloved, everything in the world is relative. This is how the world is. One thing exists contrary to something else. One thing is opposed to one thing or another, and also, dependent upon another for its very own existence. Cold and hot are respective of one another.
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?
Anger is ego’s henchman. Whenever you are angry, know that ego is at play. Anger is a by-product of ego. Whether your anger is justified or not, anger itself is a representative of ego. Anger doesn’t let you think. Anger not only surmounts the heart, it also surmounts the mind. Anger takes over, and you see red. Red is the color of anger. Red-hot is anger’s temperature.
You do not have to know all your deep dark secrets. You do not have to delve into the lurkings of your past. Yet the world holds on to the preciousness of the past. Its motive is good, to unveil the past so that you can then move on past it. But, of course, the world likes to analyze.
What secrets are there between Us? There is nothing to hide. I am your Upholder. Think of what I just said. There is nothing to hide. You have nothing to hide. There is nothing that needs to be hidden. There is nothing worth hiding. I abolish secrets. Keeping a secret is like keeping a shoot of a flower in the shade.
Instead of thinking so often about what you are unhappy about with yourself, will you think of how happy you make Me? You haven't thought that I was unhappy with you, have you? I am very happy with you. It is a good thing that I do not see with your eyes, or I would be down-hearted too. Fortunately, I see with My big eyes of love.
Are you beginning to see the gifts that I send to you on every day of the year? In every hour, in every moment? The gifts are there, beloveds. Some you can't help noticing. Others you may need to be on the lookout for. Look for little signs of my love strewn along your path like bread crumbs.
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