All of life on Earth can be viewed as a metaphor. Life is symbolic. Therein lies the tale.

Life in the world is like an overlay, perhaps like a bedspread but such a bedspread, the weave and colors and intricacy beyond belief and yet seen in diverse ways. This bedspread is made of the finest silk, embellished with diamonds and rubies and emeralds and other stones from the Earth including stones you may kick as you walk along. Among the threads appear straw and various greens and flowers from the Earth and all manners of things, pictures of sun and rain, hills and dales, images of trains and planes and light and dark and bright and muted and things never seen before and endless repetitions of what is seen much of the time, and, yet, the bedspread, as intricate and overwhelming as it may be, is only a coverlet. No matter what it is woven of and no matter how beautiful it is or how uproarious it may be, it is a coverlet that can also be lifted off.

In Our metaphor, under the coverlet lies a sleeping place that you lay your head on, and what dreams may come. And, beyond your wildest dreams lie greater riches. We can call this beyond the Source of All.

The coverlet is beautiful, yet there is greater than this. You have an idea of what is greater and beyond, and sometimes you have glimpses of the True Reality, and, always, by the very nature of life on Earth, you come back to the coverlet and prance upon it.

Mistakes happen. They are passing things. You are not to culture them and ruin your day because of them. You misinterpreted something. You have to let it go. A mistake was made. Apologize, and now you let it go, and you stride on. You are a strider. You move ahead in life. You get going in life. You step out of the past. So, you made a mistake. Wash your hands of it. Say Mea culpa once and forget it. The past is not to be an albatross around your neck. I know you. You hold yourself accountable, no one else. So far so good. Give yourself parole from servitude to the past now. Do not sentence yourself to regret and sorrow. Make your peace with what is past.

You are not always what you want to be. You are not always your hero. Part of you is a mistake-maker. Pardon that part of you. Guilt is not part of you. Guilt is a sorry add-on, and you are not to add guilt to your self-prescribed list of crimes. Even if no one else forgives you, forgive yourself. Forgiving yourself means to let whatever the mistake was go into the trash. That’s where disappointments in yourself have to go. You can’t store anymore past regrets. In fact, it’s time you tossed away those certain mistakes and even the possible ones. Give them a farewell if you must but get them out of your sight. To recollect them is like collecting flies. What would you keep them for? If you must atone, atone to the past by moving forward now.

There is only one day like today. There may be infinite days as seen in world time, and, even so, there will never be another day like today. Not the day itself nor your day within the day. There is not one person, not even one twin, identical to another. Furthermore, in every person, there is change whether you see it or not. Change is perpetual in the world. Change is inevitable. No two days are alike, no two people are alike, and no two days or two people stay exactly the same. Anyway, there is no real purpose in tracking the ways in which days and people stay the same nor is there value in tracking the ways days and people are different.

There are zillions of expressions of what a particular day in time and space is like. For one person, it is the happiest day of his life. For another, it’s the worst day. For someone else it was okay. On the same day, someone met his true love, and someone else lost his true love, and yet the day is just doing its thing, just there as a background, seemingly an obstacle to one, and to another, a benefactor. The days are innocent, beloved. And when you come down to it, so are you innocent, the seeming innocent bystander who relishes the day or rues it and finds it what he finds it.

There is your perception that you are life’s captive, yet you have everything to do with your life. Is the life you experience merely an opinion you have along the way as you walk across one day to another? This idea of your life being your opinion is worth pondering. We already know how your opinions may change right before your eyes.

You may have thought that you are at the mercy of the world with all its laws and by-laws, its hustle-bustle, its manners, with so much for you to learn in the ways of the world.

I ask of you to make a new world based on its true destiny.

You may think that your life is destined and that you are at the world’s mercy. You may think that if you’re lucky, life is pretty good. If you’re not lucky, life is not so good.

No one is blind to the difficulties that can occur in life, nor are you, at the same time, to discount the great wondrousness that may also await you in life. The world may offer you many treasures that you don’t see, or, if you do see, you turn away from, for you hear not the call to adventure. You would like a new life, yet you hesitate about taking a new step. You may be too comfortable following the path most traveled.

Yet each day is new, and you are new in it. It is good to relax, yet relax does not mean that you and everything are to stay as they are. You cannot always set the pace of your life and the twists and turns of it. Every day has a new yield.

We can compare life to the seasons. We can compare life to the flavors of ice cream. We can compare you to the stars. Some of My children are like fixed stars who don’t want to go anywhere, and some of My children are like moving stars that want to make discoveries. Regardless of your proclivities, there will be times when you stay put, and there will be times when it seems you can hardly keep up with life.

Details have their place, yet, in life as a whole, details are not the most important focus. In fact, details mostly irk you because you gather around them. Someone didn’t make the bed right. Someone didn’t put the lid back on the peanut butter, or didn’t put it back on tightly enough. Someone left the light on, didn’t close the door, ate with his mouth open. It is too often the little annoyances that annoy you the most. Minor matters like to take over the stage. Most of your frustration comes from small matters that you let take over your time and heart. Much too much energy goes into details that ultimately don’t matter. These tiny annoyances add up. They surround you. They surmount you. You make much of them, as if life depends on the perfection of details. Meticulousness has its place, but not in most of life and not to the extent you allow.

When you have a matter of real concern, what I am saying to you now comes close to home. The details of life aren’t worth the energy they consume. Sometimes details make you picky beyond reason.

Sure, you may be right in what you are saying. Of course, you are right that i’s must be dotted and t’s crossed. That is not the issue. The issue is what are you spending your life and time on?