Beloved, opportunity is before you. You may find yourself at the beginning of a new era. In fact, this seems to be inevitable. You grow. You grow anew. Consider that you blossom. Be glad you blossom. Be glad you have a new spurt of consciousness. You are ever-growing.
When you run around, dash here and there, race madly, you are skirting some issues. Yet who said you have to look these issues in the eye? Perhaps they are issues you don’t need to look at. Yet you don’t have to run around them either. You don’t have to run in circles around yourself. You can take yourself in to your life. Take yourself in as you would a stray dog who longs for a hearth to lie down on.
Life wants you to like it. Just like you, it wants to be liked. It wants appreciation. It wants to be favored and treated like an auspicious guest. Is not life as much your guest as you are its? You are both guests, and you are both hosts. Your roles are interchangeable. Certainly, life offers itself to you, and it offers you many choices as if on a tray. And what is it you are to offer life?
You can start with cooperation and participation. This is a great work of art that you and life are creating. Perhaps you will collaborate with life. Perhaps you won’t be so fussy about it, plaintive about it. Instead of thinking, “I wish life wouldn’t do that,” perhaps you will think:
It is not for you to fault yourself any more than it is for you to fault anyone else. You are not to be the bell-ringer of fault. When someone else does something foolish or unkind, it is not for you to pounce on. You are not to point the finger of your mind at them. Go on to something else, beloveds.
Looking at the faults of others, no matter how blatant they may be, is like sticking your finger in tar. The tar will stick to you.
With all your heart, you may wish to help another rise to a higher perch in the universe, yet when you pause at their fault, you are matching your vibration to the vibration of the fault. You have flown down to a lower branch.
See as I see. Speak as I speak. You are in training for this. As you meander through the halls of life, consider how I would look at this, and how I would look at that. Consider what I would say at this juncture and that. You are seeing for Me. You are speaking for Me. You are breathing for Me. You are alive for Me. You are the journeyer I have sent out to send Me post cards. You tell Me the truth of your perception, yet the truth of your perception is often not true. Often you have written: “Wish You were here,” when I am inevitably by your side. Know with Whom you are walking.
Beloved, may you live well and long. May you know what is of significance and pledge yourself to what matters rather than to what is really not so important that you cannot leave it behind you when this is all you can do.
Beloved, where are you going? What journey are you on? Is this the first time around? Not likely, yet who knows and how significant is the question anyway? There are more meaningful matters than curiosity to take into account.
When you play a ball game, when you create a painting, sing a song – you find there are those illusive moments when nothing exists, when you forget everything, when you forget what you are doing, when you are beautiful focused on what you are doing at the same time as you forget about yourself.
Where you have held onto old ways, now begin to dare to follow new ways. Don’t cut yourself short. Turn every no you routinely attach to into a strong Yes. Let go of old ways of responding that you may be comfortable with. Grow to new heights.
Beloved, there is a consensus that says you are on Earth, and this must be for a reason. Another consensus says that life on Earth is but a dream. What happens now? Where does this leave you? Certainly not always foot loose and fancy free.