Beloved - of course, Yes, Yes, you are My Beloved. Let's clear the slate. Own up to your accepted place in My heart. You have no other choice. It is not only sometimes that you are featured in My heart. It is all the time, love around the clock.

Set your heart to Mine without further ado. Our rapport is a given. Without Oneness, love would be beating about the bush. I don't only declare you as My Beloved. I swear you are My Beloved once and for all. Not sometimes, not only often, not mostly, but once and for all.

I raise my right hand, and Oneness is swept up in love for all the world to applaud. One good fortune you have is that love is good.

I hold hands with Oneness altogether, and so do you. Never doubt love for even one bewildering moment. Once and for all, Oneness is permanent - lock, stock, and barrel.

Yes, Oneness, One Heart beats. Love is. Oneness is. Life is. One pulse of love beyond a shadow of a doubt - this is love. Doubt is not love. Love is, and never was not. Love and life go together. Love is tried and true. Love doesn't just linger. Love is the high point.

All the fuss in life is wayward. Your belief system may be derelict. Once a derelict is too much. You have entered My heart. Oneness is more than a happenstance. It is the content of life.

Love is known. There is no existence without love abounding. Call a halt to dissension from love.

Oneness is the foundation of life. You cannot miss out on Oneness. Oneness is tried and true. This is Eternity. There is no severance from love. Love is known. Lean back into love once and for all. Give up distracting your so-called individuality from its train track of love. Love is a given. There is no going away from love. Stay on the straight and narrow of love. You are My Heir to love and to nothing less.

Your DNA is love. Your DNA is not loveless. Lovelessness does not factor into life. Love is the sole purpose of life. Love is life.

Consider this: You are the sole purpose to which I am dedicated. I am the God of Love, and so are you the extension of My love. You are smack in the center of My love. You are My love. You are My Beloved, and I AM yours. This is Oneness once and for all.

What else can love be but true? Love is the only True there is.

Anything other than love is falsehood. Burst into love. Love is all.

Love songs are sung for a reason. There is nothing but love to sing out. Let Me hear you sing out love loud and strong. Why on earth would less than love seem to pursue you day in and day out? I will not have it otherwise. Let love catch in your throat. Do not let resentment build smoke-fires. Let resentment fizzle out once and for all for all time. Time and resentment are not at all the substance of life. Be done with them. Don't start with them.

Stop wasting this nonentity called time. Drop the pretense of non-love in its tracks. Love is firmly set. Love is King. Love is Queen. There is naught but love, so help Me God.

Love is the treasury. Nothing else is. Love alone is. Naught else but love climbs aboard. Love is true. Love from your heart is true. Love alone is the true existence of life. Follow love. Love is the True Goods.

And that's it.

Beloved, in the midst of life, you are beset with life toppling all over seemingly at once. There is hardly a break for you to settle down for a while to take a good look at what actually is going on, indeed, in your life.

Sometimes you may feel you are shoved along by a snow plow, lifted up in a flurry of life from moment to moment without knowing what is going on really. At the same moment, you still have to sign in without a moment's breath to get your bearings and take a breath and reconnoiter and lower the volume.

"Hurry, hurry," says life. "Get this all done. Before you can finish, you will have been assigned more work and hardly a chance to catch up, let alone get ahead."

The fact is, in the slap-dash of turmoil, you seek peace. Nevertheless, you try to keep a schedule and do not always succeed or even get started.

Who is it, Dear One, who puts you in such a pace you can't maintain and can't get out from under?

O, for the life of a pirate on the High Seas.

Remember when summer vacations took a good two and a half months from the end of June through the beginning of September. Back then, a day lasted a day, and a day was long, and summer lasted a summer. Summer was complete before it was over. Seasons lasted a whole season's worth of joy before they drew to an end. Time was real then and lasted a whole season of joy. Back then, seasons gave you your money's worth.

In those days, you had an Easter coat in Easter colors. You wore the coat as though it really were for an occasion, and then a fall coat and then a winter coat and leggings and then a winter coat that was wool and not a parka. Coats were seasonal.

Then, summer was scraped knees and bee bites and days that lasted forever.

Now days are short, and you are older. Does anyone know where the time went?

Now the computer asks you like a broken record on the screen: "Tell me what you want to do."

The computer asks me as if I am a person. The computer is most considerate, as if the computer really spoke to me and cared for my well-being. The computer doesn't call me by name.

Who is this caring computer anyway?

Where are my friends who, from a veil of tears, left me without saying a fond good-bye or even a by-your-leave? They left, just like that, along with the summers that once took their time in summer.

Now it is acknowledged that seasons actually used to be horses of a different color. Now seasons may be called climate change. The only things that last now are perhaps grapes on the vine. It seems that apples no longer grow on trees. Apples have little paper seals that you don't have to lick, and yet the little seals announce apples in place of blossoms.

Now a nickel does not buy you a cup of coffee nor a newspaper. Why are you waxing nostalgic? You might long for the future now more than the past if you knew how.

You do have glimpses of the past; however, nothing is at all like the past that is nowhere to be found anymore if it ever really did exist. Long ago you lost the tunes of yesteryear and no longer cling to them.

You admit it now. God is right. Time does not exist. Time has come to a stand-still. There is no longer a gloaming. There is no longer lying on your back in a meadow chewing on a piece of straw. You don't recall that you ever did this really, yet you miss it just the same.

Beloved, you have your choice as to what you make for breakfast this morning. Make oatmeal if you like. Make a frittata. This is your option to decide. Ultimately, you are responsible. If you are out of eggs, who is to pick up another dozen?

Such is life in the world.

If you want to crochet a sweater, crochet a sweater. If you want to fuss and fume, this is also your choice. If you want to let go of what you hold to yourself, this is up to you. If you hit the ceiling, whose choice is this?

Yes, Beloved, I understand that there are times you feel that life has cornered you, and you are up the creek.

By and large, you choose what comes. You may refuse responsibility, or you may get over aggravating about what turns out to be a mistake.

You have the choice to move on in life. You can play your cards right. You can pay your debts or skip around your debts and turn a blind eye to them. You can put off your responsibility, or you can forget about it altogether or live up to your responsibility lickity-split.

You are the maker of your life. You can turn cartwheels or dance a jig. You can go forward or backward. You can be on time, or you can be late, or you can be early. You can be whatever you want to be. You contribute.

You can be svelte or chubby. You can be new. You can be young and move forward. Life is not something for you to give up on. Your life is in your hands. At the same time as life influences you, you influence life. Everyone and everything has an influence. You are influenced by something. And you influence far and near.

Smile your joys and cry your tears. Not once savor feeling sorry for yourself. You are under God's sky. No matter what, you are here for a mighty reason. You are never on Earth for naught. I hand-picked you from the Garden of Eden.

Now pick the flowers in front of you. Plant new flowers of your choosing. Water them. Love them. Cheer them. Love and cheer yourself.

Come with Me. Serve Me with all your heart, and serve yourself.

Be a lit sky. Be the Sun Who Lights up Itself and all you shine upon.

Take credit for your mistakes and for all your good fortune, or, do you say that your life on Earth is altogether up to the stars?

Beloved, how might life look differently to you when you see Me as top coach in your book - not as a possibility but as an absolute reality? What if you saw Me tossing basketballs into the net of your life, not now and then, but every second of the day?

What if you could see Me playing out in your life fervently, as if you can see Me meaning everything to you as I run interference for you, doing everything for you? How might you find yourself feeling more eager about life? You wouldn't have to put the wind into your sails.

When you can feel that I am YOUR basketball player, wouldn't you be relieved? Might then your life be more of a bird in hand?

Would you not have more of a spring in your step?

When you would think or say: "MY God!" how enlivened you would feel! Might you not bet more on yourself? Wouldn't you be more self-empowering and running a mile-a-minute with infinite energy? WOW, you would be jumping for joy! You would know the God You are made of.

Why aren't you solidly aware of Who You are right now? I cannot believe you would be dragging your feet. Have you ever heard of an angel dragging his feet and leaving his heart in left field? You would be more like the Little Engine Who Could. You would have all the steam in the world.

How could you not?

You are as you think.

I ask you to absorb My view of life. Wait not a moment longer to be Who I say you are. See as I see. I see you as the spitting image of Myself. You, too, would see miracles before your very eyes. You would be the gold standard. You would have no doubt.

See your posture now. Boy, would you be standing straight and tall. You would be a whiz-bang. You would be a horse at the gate ready to run a race with great enthusiasm.
You would not have to urge yourself on. You would, of your very nature, be chomping at the bit.

It seems to Me that you may see yourself as draggy-down. What's the good of your being low energy and heavy-laden? Be as light as air. Be the subject of your life and not the object. Be substantive. Be alive. To be alive is why you are here. Reach the stars.

Grow the muscles to leap tall buildings. Be High-Spirited. Build your life of huge building blocks. You yourself are to be your inspiration. Be it.