Beloved Child of Mine, I hear you weep. It seems you have settled into some kind of perpetual sadness. I hear your thoughts that say:

“I have so much, so very much, to be grateful for, and I weep. I weep because I weep. I remember when I used to leap out of bed, almost being unable to wait until the day would begin. Now I am not eager for the day to begin. I am eager for the day to be over so I can sleep into oblivion. I know that life is beautiful. I haven’t forgotten that, yet my heart aches with I know not what.”

I speak to your heart now that sits back with a shawl over its head and cries.

Beloveds, consider this time of sadness as dew on the morning grass. You do not have to think that you are supposed to be sad or that you are not supposed to be sad because of it. There is nothing wrong with being sad. Like dew on the grass, sadness will evaporate.

Consider sadness as a lovely ribbon of life. You put the ribbon on, and you take the ribbon off. Sadness is not such a big deal as the world would make it.

Or perhaps someone braids the ribbon in your hair and pulls too tight. Still the ribbon of sadness does not stay entwined with you forever. You know sadness leaves. It has left you before.

Initiative. Moving forward. Taking the bull by the horns. Incentive. Determination. Taking steps. Continuing taking steps. All these are part of life, and part of your life.

You turn the Wheel of Life as a whole and the wheel of your life in particular.

From where do you catch ideas? They fall from Heaven. And, when the idea you receive is not well-intentioned, then it has been scrambled. Every idea from Heaven starts serene and loving and yet may flip-flop in its integrity when it reaches you.

If this flip-flopping were not so, there would never be wars and all the opposition that wars bring.

Perhaps We are speaking of an acid-rain of sorts. A misinterpretation. A pure DNA of thought that gets mixed up and falls like clutter rather than appearing like the arc of a rainbow.

What a pile-up of negativity brings forth wars and domestic battles and roughness as well.

What is this entity of a country that declares war, and all the factions that believe in righteousness? Surely, battles exist.

I have said there is good in everything. Even wars offer some clearing and a truce to hurtfulness.

When thoughts from Earth rise to Heaven, they arrive as a different package. Heaven is not of conflict. There is a filtering process. Heaven distills thoughts. Earth thoughts are filtered from the seeds of discordance planted here and there.

So many far-thinking people on Earth who speak for peace and only peace, and yet wars are declared, and some wars are undeclared and yet exist nevertheless.

When you feel lonely, which is common when you think about it, you have fallen into a pit of illusion. There is no separation except in your thinking and feeling of lostness. If you imagine that you are simply one dot of billions of dots, of course, you feel separate and alone. You, who believe you are unknown, therefore, feel you are not of much importance, and you may believe what a snake long ago whispered in your ear.

It is one thing to be one in a million where the connotation means that you are rare and wonderful, which is who you are. This is the Truth of you regardless of what anyone says.

Yet when you see yourself as a dot among so many dots, you feel nothing wonderful about being one in a million. A million drones, you may think.

You may think that no one knows you, and no one cares, and so you feel immersed in loneliness.

Do you know what you are really lonely for? You are lonely to know your Self. Of course, you are lost without awareness of your Self. You haven’t yet come to know your Self. You are lonely for your Self, and you feel hapless on a little raft in the middle of an ocean. Or you are at the top of a tree from which you don’t know how to get down.

All the while, you are in My Heart. You will find your Self where I am, for where I am, are you.

Your life is never half over.

Every day you are just beginning life. You experience life in made-up increments of time.

All the while, you are simply an Earthling having a dream. You are new every day. There is another day and another day. Each day is new, and so are you new every day. Today you are not who you seemed to be yesterday. You are, indeed, every day a new rose unfolding and unfolding before My very eyes. And, you are, indeed, a rose whose very leaves and blossoms pass away, for life on Earth is finite. Life on Earth was set up this way. Life on Earth is a temporary fling.

This presentation of life as a storm whirling you around also presents you and your personality with a daily opportunity to rise and reach higher to where there is more than what eyes on Earth see clearly. The Unseen Unknown is also present. Omnipresent. This moment on Earth gives an opportunity for you and your spirit to soar. Even as you are glommed to Earth, stuck in a place that is not yet big enough for you, you, nevertheless, have some awareness of Who you really are.

Looking at your life in the spiritual world, you are always. There is no definition of you to blow away as there is on Earth in this imagined day to day existence. You may think, while you are on Earth, that you are out in space somewhere. You converge on Earth.

Just when you think you have grown wise and calm and gained equanimity, something occurs, or someone occurs, and you are beside yourself with annoyance and despair at ever finding and keeping the evenness and peace and maturity within you.

You ask yourself why someone’s irrationality should affect you at all, and, yet, here you are, affected. Before this response to your affability, you thought you were the cat’s meow of goodness and far beyond feelings of resentment. You thought you had arrived by now.

You went out of your way for several people, and now they want more discussion from you, as if you hadn’t been generous, as if they hadn’t heard what you were saying and grasped that it was from the goodness of your heart that you responded at all. They seem to think that you have the time to coddle them, as if you have the time they apparently do to play around and waste. You were gracious – you really were – and now you feel that you are being walked over. Certainly, your generosity was not valued, and you remind yourself that you are not everyone’s mother and don’t owe what everybody and his brother seem to ask of you, which you really ask of yourself.