Beloved, you are here on Earth in order for the world to blossom. You desire freedom, and you and I exist as One to make a mark in life and to discover the life considered yours and to gaze upon all life and love in the Universe by Divine Right.
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.
I don’t tell you anything new when I say that into each life some rain doth fall. You already know this well. Sometimes you don’t believe it, for instance, that even saints have days that seem unfair. There seems to be random pain.
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?
I hear you cry out that life on Earth is unbelievable. That it is absurd. It is ridiculous. It is unexpected. It is rote. It stays the same. It never stays the same. It always surprises you unless you happen to be feeling ho-hum about life.
Consider your heart like a fish with gills that swims. How smoothly
the fish goes through the water! It is as light as a bird in the water.
Nothing blocks the fish. He just keeps swimming and swimming and goes
where he wills. The fish loves swimming, and the fish flaps its wings,
as it were, and takes flight in the water. The fish soars.
Your heart can dry out, however, from lack of use. The cure is to use your heart. Even if your heart has become rusty, it can be restored to its original shine. Take your heart out of storage. Let your heart wait for nothing. Let it not wait for a golden moment. Take your heart out of the mothballs right now.
No one hurts your heart but yourself, do you understand Me? It is not what occurs that injures you. You think someone else caused your heartache. Someone else may be the trigger, yet you pull the trigger and hurt your own heart. You draw conclusions, and you accept the conclusions you draw, and you point your finger at the other person. He injured your heart, you say. He stabbed you and twisted the knife. You are the only one who has the power to do that. Conclusions you draw stab your heart. What others do or do not do is their business, not yours.
Love never comes up short. Love is never self-conscious, for Love isn’t thinking of Itself, yet Love never forgets Itself. Love is Its own Self which means that Love is Everyone’s. Everyone has all of Love, not simply a portion, but All of Love.