Your thoughts float on airwaves. There is no obstruction to them. Whatever your thoughts are, they enter the world. They travel near and far. They reach everywhere. Everyone is affected by them. Your thoughts are like a ballot, and everyone picks up your thoughts, and everyone votes on them on one level or another.
It is amazing how you can pick up My energy extended to you and echo it out in ripples of such endless variety. You would have only high thoughts, except your thoughts are rascals. They don’t like to be caught and tamed. Recurring thoughts recur. They don’t want to be forced out. And yet, you didn’t invite them in, and you may well not want them to stay.
The past seems as if it never were, and that is the Truth of the past. It never was. It seemed real once, but you know it doesn’t now. Now it is all a made-up story with characters dancing across a screen. You have sentiment over the imagined past, but it is no more than yesterday’s newspaper. It was a melodrama played out as if it were really happening. All the while the scenes were electrical impulses along the airwaves, creating 3-D pictures.
Life is a strong stream that forges ahead. What splashed on the banks has long evaporated. Life is vibrant and alive, and there is no end to it. Your loved ones who have left Earth life are no less now than they ever were, You just don’t have the 3-D screen of them flashing any longer. Present on Earth or absent, it is all the same. None of this panorama is true, although you see it as a matter of life and death, and you deal with it as if it mattered more than anything.
Beloved ones, as you live the world as Christ, seeing only with your heart, then that which reflects back to you is ever and only God. If you are seeing another reflection, it is because you are choosing another thing. You are choosing to see through the ego mind and through the old world perspective. If you trust the truth I Am, then ultimately, beloved ones, you must trust it completely.
Beloved ones, My precious heart, I call you now to rest in Me, to open your lives to the truth of this Love and to the ecstatic joy of giving. How I wish that I could truly show you how deeply the ego has reversed the truth of Love and in how many ways it turns everything into getting something for itself.
When your heart is hurt, it is always ego. You and your feelings were not considered important enough to be considered -- or pleased or taken into account at all. How fragile is your heart when you depend upon others for your worth. People do not always consider themselves worthy. Why would you think they would esteem you?
Esteem yourself. Let go of your ideas of how others should treat you. Let go. Let go of hurt and anguish. Bless others, and bless yourself.
Let others make their mistakes. Goodness knows, you make enough mistakes of your own. But do not make too much of mistakes, yours or others.
I Am calling you to step forth into a new land of wonder and to live in this wonder takes living fully immersed in Me. It means not only drinking in My Love but letting it be your very presence and the water of life, dearest one, that you swim through. Every movement is the dance sweetly and softly sensuous but not in the sense of the experiences that you could name on Earth.
Relative life is a drama. It has puzzles and intrigue. It has surprises. It has delight. It has upset. What is there that life in the relative does not have? Nothing is missing from it. And love is there too, flashing on and off screen.
When the body leaves, all its shadows leave too. All that is left is the real gold. All the problems vanish. All the difficult relationships vanish. The soul cannot keep them. They are not stored and harbored. They disappear along with the body, not buried, but evaporated. There never was any sense to the hardness of heart, and now the hardness that was all part of illusion is now gone too.
Even when you feel most alone, you are not. You are never alone, for I am always with you. Never are you out of My sight, out of My hearing, out of My reach, out of My heart, out of My touch, for always the beat of your heart beats in Mine. Every stirring of yours is in My awareness. I am very aware of you. There is not an impulse of yours that is unknown to Me.
Ever watchful, I am not a Supervisor. I am more like an Enchanted Friend. I am like a letter-writer you know, and yet you forget when and where We have met. You have forgotten My name and our very close association. We are so intimate that you may forget My existence altogether, but I never ever forget yours. You are uppermost on My mind. You are on My radar constantly.