What I ask of you is exactly what you have been seeking deeply for yourself. Be with Me. Stay with Me. We shall be as One and ask for nothing more. Oneness rules. Oneness takes the stage. Nothing surpasses Oneness. We call it Our Oneness. In Oneness, all is replete. Oneness is the most desirable of all. Next to Oneness, everything else palls.

Want to be energized? Know Oneness. Proclaim Oneness across the Land, and you will know Oneness as Only Oneness can be known. Hail, Beautiful Oneness.

Where shall We go today? How about right here where We are? There is no better Moment. This is it. This is what you are on fire for. This is the True Realization of My/your Dreams. You have all you desire right in the Palm of Our Hand. This is the Moment you were born to. Here is the culmination of all your desires and all My desires. Wish-fulfillment is at hand. When you reach all the way to Oneness, tell Me, what else is there? What else is there to dream of? There is nothing more. There can only be less.

You may have been darting around hither and yon. Come back and connect to Our Oneness. You will know what Oneness is. You will know what Lasting Joy is. Accept no substitute for this Ultimate Experience in Life. This Experience which is not exactly an Experience. Rather, Being is for you. It is meant for you. It is also Mine, and I, God, give it freely to you.

Feel Me. Feel the Beat of My Heart Wedded within the Beat of your Heart, your Heart and My Heart as One. There is nothing like it, this Oneness.

Rubies and diamonds do not equal Oneness. There is nothing that equals the Oneness of One Resplendent Heart. One Heart propels the Universe. All the world bows down to Our Wondrous Oneness of Heart, Oneness of Being, Oneness that meets itself and is unable to go back to less. This day has come. Long time waiting, yet now this stirring of Life is here in full mettle. Hail, hail, the moment has come, and this moment is here to stay. It was always Ours, Oneness, always for the One of Us without reservation. There is no holding back now. This is it.

Come, don't be afraid. Don't hesitate. This is what you have been looking for your Life long. Come into the Sunshine with Me. We are right at the brim. Come, come with Me, Beloveds.

No longer are you to chase that which is already yours, signed and sealed. That which is already right within you has no need to be sought. You are already found. Once you have found the Treasure you are seeking, you no longer have to hunt near or far for it. It isn't that you are chained to Oneness, not at all. It is that you are free to enjoy it. There is no obligation. There is only Joy.

You rise to the High Road. The High Road has always been yours. Now you know. How exquisite is Oneness. You rise to it, and so you are risen. How simple. Relax into Oneness and never depart. There is Oneness. This is it. We are the Delight of Oneness.

Every day you begin, and every day Oneness is new. You are the perpetuator of Oneness for All. You are renewed in Oneness. Oneness is the Reality forevermore.

You have been longing for this day to come. The Dawn has come. The Dawn of Oneness arises every day. The Dawn of Oneness bounces off you every day, transformed into Revelation.

The day has come. The latches are open. Come with Me!

You may desire Peace within with all your might. Yet, again and again, you find yourself in havoc. You may find yourself terrorized, undermined, cut open, devastated, imprisoned in a sheath of panic. And you crave Peace. You would give anything for Peace, yet you don’t have it.

You cry out: “God, give me Peace. What I want most is Peace.”

It doesn’t seem to matter how much you crave, desire, demand, authorize, defend Peace, you seem to have scared it away. Peace seems to shy away from you. You get handed turmoil instead. Even as you understand that the turmoil that seems to surround you is of your making, you alight on it. You may have one hand out for Peace, yet your other hand reaches out further and touches torment.

The terror you face doesn’t even seem to be about death, but, oh, yes, it is about loss, yet not loss of your Life. Others’ deaths yes, yet your panic borne of terrors looms far greater to you than that.

Loss of limb may be greater to you than loss of Life. Loss of youth seems to be a great preventer of happiness. You know that you are greater than skin-deep, yet how you would treasure your lost youth back and firm skin with it.

You may say to yourself often enough:

“What is the matter with me? What on Earth is going on with me? If I desire Peace, why do I constantly find obstacles to it? It’s not like I don’t know better. I know better, yet I persist in sabotaging myself. Or do I kid myself? It can’t be that I would prefer the agony of struggle. Who in their right mind would?

“I am fraught with worry. If I do this to myself, what do I do to others? What rashes within them do I bring to the surface?

“I rush up and roar and then I give up. I give myself over to that which I do not want at all.

“Where are You, God that I am left outside the Kingdom?

“Oh, yes, I can hear You, God, say that it can only be I who leaves me outside the Kingdom. Or, You would say, that I am within the Kingdom, yet I do not see.

“God, open my eyes wide then that I can see. Help me to see the world as You do see the world!

“I wonder sometimes, in Your eagerness to help me see that You may hit me hard over the head, and yet I still do not see. I lie down before You, asking You to help me see once and for all, and still I do not see the Glory You see and give.

“I know I am better off knowing about the Glory You represent than not knowing about it. Better I lose it than I never have a glimpse of it. Honestly, I don’t know what is what, and I seem to be incapable of living Peace. Even as I say this, I know this cannot be true, even as it seems to be true and real to me in the wasteland where my Life seems to be kept.

“Where do I belong? I understand that you gave me the Earth to multiply myself, yet it is my grief that I multiply. It must be that I believe You carry responsibility for my misery. No, I know You don’t, God, that it cannot be that You do. You don’t stick misery in my heart, yet how can it possibly be that I would choose misery over You? I would finally like to know what is the matter with me that I wear clothes for mourning when I could hightail it with You, with You, God, with You.

“An inch away from You is too long and too far. If I am truly alive with You in my Heart, how can I feel so desolate?

“Yes, God, I know You will tell me. I know You beckon me. You will say to me:

‘Come a little closer, My Friend. One little step, and you will know naught but being in My Heart, Our One Heart where We reside in Heaven and on Earth. Get set, ready, go!’”

There is no death, and there is no birth. They do not really exist because you are never non-existent. On Earth, there is nothing more than appearance. You might call yourself a chrysalis. On Earth, you trade in costumes. Today you wear one outfit, and tomorrow another. Outfits are interchangeable. Today you wear pink, tomorrow yellow, or green, or blue or gray. Infinite are the colors you wear. Infinite are you.

Non-existent? Never.

You manifest yourself in various ways. Just as your dreams at night shift or even disappear, you are, nevertheless, the Dreamer who dreams, or who had a dream, and then your dream went walking and then new and old dreams come back, and you slip back into them. Sooner or later, all dreams come true somewhere somehow.

Only on Earth is there a then or a now whereas Eternal is entirely a horse of another color.

One day, you dance a polka. Another day, you dance a waltz. At the same time, a dance is a dance.

Today you hum this tune, and tomorrow another. Endless are the tunes. Amazing, isn't it, that there are only so many notes to play, yet there is no end to their combinations and melody? How many sounds are there and how infinite their combinations and languages which rise from the notes always available.

There is Silence, and there is noise. When you are deaf, do sounds still exist? When you are blind, do not colors still exist regardless? Is there an end to stories? Nope, in the world, there are always new stories, and you are part of all the stories even as you do not know them all, and there is more to Life than a Myriad of Stories.

And when there is a seeming outcome, that isn't the end of the story. There is no last breath taken. You are ongoing. You were never not, and always you will be. Always you are in one changing form or another. You are a mirage, and you are a chameleon.

As a human Being, you don't know where you have been or really where you are now. There is where you think you are now and, yet, it is well likely that you are in more than one place and carry more than one name you go under. In fact, you may be the last to know, so oblivious you may be. Actually, there is no maybe about this one way or another. You have been quite oblivious even as sometimes you like to think you know most of all

You may hide under a mushroom, and you may at the same time even be King of the Mountain. You are indeed a Shape-Shifter.

You already do know that you may run hot and cold.

No matter what you surmise, always you exist. You are tried and true. Anything else is subterfuge. Sure, you may take yourself up and down a garden path. You dissemble.

Sure, you play all the parts. You try them on for size. You embellish them. You tell yourself Truth, and you also dance around Truth and squint your eyes.

What difference does it make? It makes all the difference in the world even as it makes no difference at all.

Beyond the land you know, you come through with shining colors. You are not abashed at all. The day will come when you acknowledge yourself, and, how straight you will stand, and how you will laugh, and how you will cry with Joy and never mind all the detours. When push comes to shove, it will all have been worth it.