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.
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.
This thing about love is that it is your destiny. It is your choice of destiny, yet, when you see through clear eyes, you have no choice. You know the difference between a nickel and a dime, so what can you do but choose the dime? You know what love is worth, and it is worth everything. There is nothing that compares to love. Nothing in High Heaven and nothing on Earth. Love is all there is, and love is mighty, not as a fortress but as a gateway.
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?
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
If you are an angel, it is good that you know you are an angel, for then you know your purpose. Then you know you are not on Earth for yourself alone. You are on Earth to do as angels do. What do angels do but serve?
Do you really think there is anyone I love more than you? If you think so, then you are also saying that I am capable of loving more and loving less. I cannot love less. I have one child, and I love My child. You see many children, and you categorize them, put them in piles, and put yourself in a pile by yourself, and perhaps feel forlorn or perhaps feel haughty. Beloveds, I can only love with all the love I have. I do not discriminate. Not at all. How could I? How could I possibly denounce one child of Mine. If the world?s perception were correct, and it were so that I have billions and trillions of offspring, which one child could I love less, and which one could I love more? I love. It is as simple as that. I love. I love this one, and I love that one. I love you.
Bells are ringing. Peals of love are ringing. At this celebration of love, bells are ringing in hearts. Christmas Day is a celebration of love. It is a Christ day. It is a Buddha day. It is a Moses day. It is a Mohammed day. It is all the days of celebration by whatever name they are given. One holiday is for all. Whatever the holiday’s name, it is for all.