God said:

There could be another name for the Game of Life, and that is: On the Way to Peace, for, of course, you are. You are realigning yourself with Truth.

As it appears to you, My Children on Earth, life is not a game at all. It is a fight to the finish. You, of course, mistakenly accept death as the End of Life when there are no loose ends in Infinity or ends at all.

The only stop there is to Life is your body. You see essence packed in your body. You know yourself as known as a body. Your family and friends correlate you with your body, yet your body is like one of those signet bands around a cigar. The paper names the cigar it encircles. The cigar is wrapped up with the signet ring around it, yet the signet is not the cigar. Your perspective is off. You can get around in life that way until there is no cigar. Not even the signet remains in plain sight.

Yet those of you have apparently lost a loved one, you really do know that your loved one is no longer in the wrap-around sarong body that once seemed to carry your loved one's beautiful soul.

The physical body is something like a dog's collar around the dog, yet everyone knows the dog's collar is not the dog. The collar was always an adornment, nothing more. Your dog's leash is a physical tie between you and your dear dog, a visual and touch connection from one soul to another, much like holding hands.

God said:

Beloveds, why is sadness so important to you? Why is mourning for the past so important to your heart? You feel great sadness for all the friends and family you miss and for all the events and occasions that you miss. And then you also have your fond regrets for the opportunities you missed out on. Sometimes you are hard to please and so easily made sad about anything at all.

How dear is the past to you one way or another, whether fulfilled or unfulfilled, whether taken note of at the time or not even thought of until now, so much later. Where did high points in your life disappear to, and, of course, you also wonder what is the point of all you would bring back or rewrite if only you could.

Sometimes you would go on bended knee to apologize if only you could. You might stand up in school, for instance, and say to the teacher and the class:

"You didn't know me. You didn't know me at all. Nor did I know you. Nor did I know myself. I was stunned and dazed most of my life, as if in a kind of trance. I made an appearance, yet I wasn't really present. Whether I enjoyed or did not enjoy, I was hardly present. I went through motions of being there. I did not know how to act so I rolled myself up in some kind of posture, and I wasn't really there.

God said:

What would you like to say to Me right now? Seriously, if you and I sat knee to knee, what would you want to say to Me? Would you be tongue-tied? Would you be mute because of all you have stored up inside you? Or would you talk a blue-streak and not let Me get a word in edgewise!

It wouldn't matter. Between Us, between the One of Us, Silence also speaks, and, even if you babble a blue-streak, it doesn't matter. We understand everything. There are no barriers between Us.

And, if you didn't speak at all, what is it that words can answer now as We are inundated in love from all seeming directions? Love is the medium We live in. If Truth be known, love is Our Constant.

We know each other intimately. All is known before We speak. In Truth, nothing has to be said. We go beyond speech. We are One, and what does anything matter when We are together beyond any walls the world puts up? What is there to talk about really anyway that matters anywhere near the love We are? Our love is not only possible, it is established.

Our hearts speak. We are beyond and before language. We are bird-song. We hear Ourselves in the music nature sings. No impasse can exist between us. There is no interruption that can interrupt Our love, for We are attuned.

Nothing matters to Us except love, and We have all of it. We are all of it. Love is all, and all is love. We are incapable of not loving. You may feel you are not capable of loving or sustaining love when you are the very existence of love itself.

God said:

Who is to say which color of the rainbow is the best color? Who is to say -- which is the same as to declare -- which moment in life is ultimately better than another? Who is the declarer who declares all?

Who makes the statement that his health is failing, and why would he? Better to believe in health and not so much in illness. Health is natural. Illness is…what? A word. A phantom. A contrivance that has been imagined and bowed down to and upheld in buildings and universities and vast texts.

Christ and other Great Ones healed humankind because they did not see the illness to heal. They saw the blessing of God's Will and God's Love. They saw Healing Light. They saw not illness. Illness was not true. They saw Truth. They did not dance to the shadows. Their eyes saw through the shadows. They saw Me wherever they looked. They knew that death is not and that everlasting love shouts from the Heavens. They knew that health alone was true.

Christ did not investigate illness. He saw Truth, and he affirmed Truth.

Christ did not walk on water to impress anyone or reveal a talent or to be declared a miracle worker. He walked on water in order to get somewhere.

Wherever his step went, his presence healed. What is healing but the blessing of health acknowledged?

Christ was always risen. He didn't have to do anything, for he was as he was. He, as are you, was the Light of the World. He never thought otherwise, nor is it otherwise for you except that you don't believe it.

God said:

Beloveds, I am not a hard-hearted God. I build your strength with all of My might. Nor do I see you as weak no matter how you may whittle yourself down. You cry out that where you believe you are is, sadly and mistakenly, where you actually are. You say:

"God, the One and Only God, Who exists in my front yard, so to speak, and touches my heart, plays it like a piano, wrests me from despair and loves me, simply loves me, doesn't mind my idiosyncrasies and listens to my heart as if that is the Wholeness of me. God, have You said that my heart is the whole of me? I long to know what life on Earth is about really."

Beloveds, your soul is the heart of you. Oh, your soul is a bridge that carries you on your path which is the path of a blossoming heart. Human hearts get bleary-eyed, as if the hearts stayed up all night and didn't get rest, as if the world had to sustain hearts in order for your heart to be significant.

Your heart may seem like a wayfarer. It goes adrift, as though your heart were blind and could only feel its way to where it takes you. The heart of you and the soul of you will bend. No longer your heart be inconsolable. The soul of you is firm. It doesn't wander. Your heart can wander and feel lost. Your soul always knows what is what.

Nevertheless, the time is coming when your heart and soul become One Great Steed galloping to your Destiny. Your Destiny, no matter in what form it may appear, is no other than the Fullness of Love.