Where does today lead? No one knows. Many can speculate.
 
Today may be winter, and there is a thaw. Tomorrow may be a blizzard. The best-laid plans, so well-thought out, may disappear in a moment. It is not that you are to hold on to plans made with so much consideration. You are to let go of them. Ride the waves, beloved. See where they take you.
 
Okay, now there is a tornado, and now you find yourself in a tree. What is there to do but to take finding yourself in a tree in your stride? Climb down from the tree, if you can. Otherwise, someone will come to get you. Whatever happens in life cannot be foiled. You can’t slow it down, nor can you hasten it. Do what you can do that helps you furrow through life. In any case, your story will continue whether it is known in the world or not.
 
On Earth, your life seemingly steps out from Infinity. You find yourself on a street corner. Regardless of how your life may seem to you, you are not away from Infinity. You have not been excluded from it. You are as much a part of Infinity as ever, only it is not clear to you while you are on this temporary stop on a corner of life. You are here for only a little while. It seems to you that you are on detour. The fact is that you are moving forward, and the particular path you are on will not occur again. Enjoy. Stop arguing with it. This is your chance of a lifetime.
 

There are those of My Children who see Me as a Miracle-Maker high on a hill. I am a Creation-Creator, an appointed Leader of the Living, a Conductor of the Orchestra, shall We say? There is a Great Orchestra, and you play in the Orchestra. We can say I am all the players as well. We can say I am a multitude of personalities on Earth, yet in terms of Earthspeak, We know that We are One and not separated one whit, yet in terms of reaching the hearts and minds of Individualities, We speak in terms of Thou and I.
 
Shall I say I pick Me up when I trip?
 
You know, My dear Children Who Art Myself, I do not go to such lengths. If We are One, and I say without equivocation that We are One, We speak in a simple energy-saving kind of way so that I may capture your heart.
 
We are talking about a manner of speaking. We are not repudiating Truth.  
 
If everyone on Earth were at the very Peak of Enlightenment, We would not have to speak at all. We, I, you, would communicate telepathically, or I might say that We would just know Our Oneness, experience Our Oneness. There would not even be a step to Our communication, and I certainly would not be rigorous about Proper Speech. Do you understand what I am saying?
 
We have nothing to prove in Our discourses. If We are One, We are One. If I am One, I am One and that includes you, the I of you.
 
We are not a ball of yarn that We must be very careful of how We wind and unwind and roll Ourselves up.
 

Beloveds, I hear your heart. Your heart speaks to Me. I hear you say in your deepest longings:
 
“You are My God. You are Mine. I say that strongly, knowing that there is no ownership, and that You are everyone’s. I do not possess You. I am in the palm of Your hand. When I think of it, and I think of it a lot – You created me, You made me Yours, God, as Your handmaiden. It is You I wish to follow. You are the One to follow.
 
“All this time I have followed others, having them recline on a pedestal in my heart. They were idols I placed before You. How could I? yet I did. And this is past, and that which is past does not come back, yet I find that I would hang on to the past even when there is no one and nothing in the world to hang onto.
 
“I had some beautiful dreams for a while. I was caught up in them. They came to naught. I understand now that what I thought was so wonderful was not real. That which is not real cannot last. All the while, You posted Yourself near me. You are here. You never mind the past. Your Presence is growing in my life.
 
“You are all that which is real. This that I have thought I am isn’t real. The world is not. You are the Permanent. You are the God of Truth as well as the God of my Dreams.
 
"All the while, I couldn’t touch You or see You full-fledged before me. I dreamt of You without knowing that it was You I was dreaming of and longing for. I accepted human beings to adore as approximations of You.
 

It is like you carry a theater in your heart. You have a playwright, producers, director, stage director, actors and more in your heart. Every day they come out on stage and put on a good play. You couldn’t think up what gets put together without even a rehearsal. Everyone prances out on stage, and the drama does its thing, and the audience, which includes you, travels through all the emotions known to man. Oftentimes you are surprised at the drama. Other times there seems to be nothing new. Watch out. There will be new developments. The theater seats are filled everyday.
 
Even when you go home, the theater is there, everyone in place and the next performance is all set to go. The orchestra plays, and the Play of Life has begun its gyrations.
 
Are you not one of the actors on stage? Isn’t it your theater? Don’t you enter the set ready for the comedy or the drama, all the scenes and characters set before you? It is a play ad libbed to perfection. If you had studied the play for years, you couldn’t do better playing your part – and, incidentally, all the other parts as well. It is, after all, your play and your experience.
 
There is even a catering service included. Sometimes you are pleased with the food, and sometimes you’re not. Almost all kinds of performances appear on your stage, and many are repeated in one form or another.
 

You are like an archetype with many faces. Most people would say you are good guy. Someone might call you bad guy. Someone might call you simple guy or complex guy; brave guy, frightened guy; secure guy, insecure guy; loving guy, unloving guy and so on. Some might just call you guy. How you are perceived depends upon someone’s experience, or, rather, their perception of their experiences they keep from the past.
 
Many of My children are bias-based toward their previous experiences with others, and their inclination or disinclination toward you really has nothing to do with you at all. You, also, do the same. How you see others pretty much is how you are looking at an aspect of yourself. You may see what you always see. You see what you think you see. You see what you once saw, and what you once saw made an indelible impression on you.
 
You may wish ill toward someone because of his or her lack of perception. Lack of perception is not yet a crime. It is not yet a federal crime when someone sees you a-miss, yet it would appear that you may often carry the idea that a mistake is no less than criminal. A mistake, yes. A crime, no. And sometimes another may perceive you a-right and you don’t like to concede to the possibility that you did indeed act in a certain way that does not present you in the best light. This is hard for you to bear, yet, on occasion, you have slipped. You may well be a good person who slipped up. Have you not on occasion slipped up?