And, in answer to your long question to Me yesterday, if I were to answer, “Okay, okay, I will change life to what you ask,” you might well be flabbergasted and even crestfallen. The wind would be taken out of your sails.

You might think: “What is God thinking? What? Is He conceding that I have made a good speech? What is the matter? Does God think He has lost a court case? Is He abandoning His Godship? Is He giving up His Domain so easily? Is He giving up on us, His children, without a backward glance? Is He withdrawing life from us?”

Beloveds, getting what you ask for is not always what you want.

Oh, yes, you may groan and grumble about life as it is. You may even make a good case for a carefree life given to you by sleight of hand, yet, in the end, what you have asked for -- begged for – isn’t truly your heart’s desire. The fact is that you do want to find your own way to the Land of God, even as exploration and discovery and digging deep aren’t at all what you like to believe you had in mind.

You may have drooled over the easy instant way, and then you are left with your mouth hanging open. You never liked instant mashed potatoes. You never did, did you? And the myriad of revolutionizing instant foods that have cropped up, in your estimation, do not begin to hold a candle to the real thing. How you long for the food your mother or grandmother used to make fresh.

Instant foods are also referred to as convenience foods.

Which one of My children is not My beautiful flower? Every one of you is My beautiful flower. This is how I see you. Of course, I love My hardy dandelions as much as I love My hothouse roses. The angle I see from is inclusive. My arms embrace all. In every single one of My children, I see something you may not be quite so adept at seeing, do you agree? Light sees light! There could be some dark spots within you. Beneath your delicate veneer, there could be.

Do you say that I am blinded with love? No, My dears, it is you who are blinded with judgment. Through your so-called objective mind, you pull some people in, and you push some people out. Of course, you have your reasons. You always have reasons. You can always justify what you think and do. You justify all the time. You are good at it.

And some people you may pull into your inner circle may come to disappoint you anon. You have second thoughts, and you boot the disappointers out from your close-knit inner circle. For some you previously excluded, you may later find reasons to include. Maybe they became famous or inherited a fortune, or you did! Something in you may have changed. As you change, so does your view of what is outside you change as well.

Take the splinter out of your own eye. Whatever a seeming another has done or not done, it is not for you to project unworthiness onto him or her. You have had your own ignoble thoughts. Someone else may have acted on your thoughts, beloveds.

Happiness is yours. I give it to you. It is the rug you stand on, the floor you walk on, the chair you sit in. You are the happiness you carry. That has to be so because I exist in your heart, and I am your happiness. I am your happiness of count.

When fear enters your heart, unhappiness gets its foot in the door. Fear and trembling dance a little jig in your heart, and you call this unhappiness. You name a state of affairs as unhappiness. Unhappiness seems very real to you, yet it is not the state of affairs. Unhappiness is an idea you carry. Fear gets a hold on you and makes you fearful, and your heart sinks.

You may think that the present is unhappy. You may feel unhappy, yet unhappiness is an idea that you carry around. You tell yourself that you are stuck in the mud and can never truly be happy, or happy for long. On Earth, life moves on irrespective of anything.

A decision you make for happiness is moving yourself forward, dear ones. A decision for unhappiness holds your back. Both happiness and unhappiness are conclusions you draw. A conclusion can be anything at all. A conclusion may be like a cloak you put on with many moth holes in it. Such conclusions are not of much use to you. Certainly, the conclusions you make color your day. If you like color, then color your day with the colors you like. The conclusions you draw are optional. Opt to use the colors you like.

What does it mean that something can change in a heartbeat? It means it takes an instant, probably an instant between beats. This is how illness can be undone in an instant. This is how good will can take over the world. This is how work can be done.

Plodding is necessary in the present world because plodding is believed in. It takes time to accomplish this or that. If time does not truly exist, why would it take time?

In terms of the world, Rome wasn’t built in a day. In terms of the world, who can argue this?

At the same time, there have been instant cures and instant miracles of diverse kinds. These miracles may have happened because, as in science fiction, the one upon whom a miracle was bestowed, somehow slipped out of time or witnessed a non-passage of world time.

At night you have had dreams that went on and on, and yet, in truth, the dream may have taken place in a mere instant.

As you get older, the past does seem more and more like a dream, and somehow, now the dream’s continuity becomes fleeting, as if what had been a sequence actually happened all at once in one instant and wasn’t really parked anywhere. Your life may be a long story to tell in words, and, yet, your life is a flash of an instant of no-time.

Have you hacked into Infinity? It would seem so. You, an ordinary person like you who doesn’t know much and may even admit this, somehow you hacked into Infinity, OR you were hacked into Infinity for an instant of no time.

Who is who and what is what?

You may well be turning a corner in your life, yet some turns take their own sweet time. Sometimes it may feel that you have been turning this corner for a long time, very long time. You may be feeling that you are driving an old car that hasn’t been able to quite make the hill. Sometimes you may feel you are in slow motion or caught on the edge of some kind of unseen precipice. Sometimes you feel futuristic, and that you are in no car at all, just sailing around a corner with nothing holding you as you make the turn as though you are totally on your own.

Of course, it is not true that you are on your own, for you always have Me with you. I am your steering mechanism. In all cases, I am with you, loving you, loving you more than you can absorb. That you feel alone is proof of something missing only in your perception, for I am always firmly in your presence. You may, just may, see Me as fearful rather than merciful.

Merciful is not really a right word for Me, for there is no decision for Me to make. I do not debate. I do not decide. What you call mercy is ever-present. For the word mercy, I substitute love. I declare the one-syllable word love. It is ever with Me.

I do not choose or unchoose mercy as though mercy were an option. There is no option. Love is not an option. Of course, I would choose love, yet I chose it from the beginning. Love in My book was never a choice. Love has always been a given. Love established itself before the beginning. The beginning itself was issued from love.