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
As you feel this light within you that is the light I Am, then you know that you are worthy of all that is true abundance and the truth of Love I Am, because you understand this life is one with Me. There is no personality, nothing between us that can interfere with this shining life and its one expression of itself.
When you are in the Real in your heart in the truth of the All, the workings of Love can be trusted, no matter what they are. I promise you that I always have more good waiting for you than your little mind or ego could ever imagine.
All the diversity of life that lives in this world is the diversity of God, waiting to be seen rightly and experienced through the heart. The beauty of this field of Love that is the shared heart of humanity and the consciousness of Love moving is now becoming available for each of you to joyously experience. The awakening of this comes on 11 11.
We come to this moment that to the mind is 11:11:11. To the heart it is the moment when the veil of the consensual dream thins. This comes to rest in a place of expansiveness that brings the pure Light of the explosion of Love that is Creation clearly into the experience of the consciousness and the mind of humanity.
Oh, beloved ones, let Me show you Love. Let Me fill you with this living song of Spirit. Let Me give to you this power and this beauty that attunes you to the glory of the universe. Let Me sing Love forth through your mouth and shout “Hallelujah” with your heart. You are the song of joy I sing, continually, forever, this moment.
You must know by now that time is meaningless. Oh, yes, you rush to keep up with it, yet it is always ahead of you – or behind you. It circles around you, ready to wrangle you, to entrap you, to reduce you, to make you temporary as it is instead of eternal as you are. Time itself is a time-waster. And yet time catches you in its net and won’t let you go. You look forward, and you look backward. You are always trying to manage time. You make lists for it.