God said:
I overheard you whisper, not a prayer, but a realization that seemed to force its way into your heart which has been dangling for so long. You sang out:
“Beloved God, You Who Bequeath Yourself to Us, You Who Knows How to Love, You Whose Eyes Light Up When You See Us, I thank You for All Your Gifts to Us. Holy Are You, and Holy-Making Are You. I wish to be holy, not as a Saint, no, not at all -- like a human being desiring to be closer to You, God, and closer and closer until You bring me into Your Inner Courtyard, and I live Oneness with You.
“Where did the Littleness of me, the me I thought I was, go? I was a pretender to the throne. Now, with Infinite Patience, You have removed the Peacock Feathers from me, and here I am, melted into Butter, Absorbed in You, One in You. While I am on Earth, I continue to be a body that is not you. My body is the Dust unto Dust. My Soul is the Pure Light of God.
“Ego in the form of conceit just doesn’t live in this body any more. Ego simply couldn’t remain in Your Presence. Ego had to get out of me, for, of course, I had to transcend anything that was not the Truth of You, God. I had to let joy in through the Door of my Heart and ego out the door. “Shoo, ego,” I said, “Shoo.” Ego skulked out the door, and I, as God’s Pure Light, am left.
