You do not live as I do, for you inhabit space and time, as if in a space capsule. I do not live in errant time or space.
 
One way to say this is, of course, that I live in Infinity. I live Infinitely, and, of course, in Truth, so do you. Infinity is timeless. If, in the world, you could back out of space and time, you would be in Heaven. Freedom from the limitations of time and space would free you. The same world you live in now would, indeed, be a different world from the one you subscribe to now.
 
It is said that nothing is solid, that all creation is made of atoms whirling. What would atoms whirling be but Light, and what would Light be but Love Shining in All Its Glory? What would there be but Oneness, Oneness of Light and Oneness of Love? There would be no distinction between them. What would there be to analyze and dissect, and who would want to anyway? Who would there be to analyze anyway when the subject and the object are One?
 
Without space, there would be room for everyone in every heart. Without time, there would be no pause, no delay, no intermission, no slow, no fast. What would a heartbeat be then but easily identifiable as Love and Love Supreme? There would not be all these distinctions, nor would there be any use for them. Who would desire them let alone think of them? Oneness would exist without having to be counted or checked first. That’s as far as mathematics would go. What other possible use could there be for math when All is One, and One is All?
 

What, right now, right this minute, could make you happy for all time?
 
Quickly, you try to think. You think of this and that. You want to be happy, and you don’t actually know what would give your great happiness. If this is only one wish you can make, you would never want to waste it.
 
Happiness is elusive to you. You can’t hold it in your hand. As much as you might desire a new car, you know a new car is not your great fulfillment. Yet you are not at all sure what would be.
 
A true love perhaps? You have had one or two or more, and true love didn’t keep its promises.
 
A true mission would be good, yet, you ask yourselves sincerely, what would be enough to satisfy you?
 
You think the right answer must be God, yet you have no confidence in that answer either. You have had moments of remarkable closeness to God, yet where is it now? Where is that joy? It seemed to vanish. Suddenly, it wasn’t there any longer. You don’t know where it went.
 
A day at the beach is nice. Winning the lottery must be nice, yet when will that happen, and how long will that initial joy last until you come back down to where you started.
 
Right now you don’t know anything that will last. It must be God Who will be eternal fulfillment, yet God feels far away at this moment.
 

It is natural to think of others and on behalf of mankind altogether. World thoughts for survival have mis-distributed the idea of loving others as yourself.

“Kill or be killed” is not the theme of your life, nor is it the theme of most people’s lives, although this theme is carried along less dramatically in expressions such as: “Look out for yourself,” and “Get while the getting’s good” or “Take the biggest piece of pie” or: “Think of Number 1.”
These ideas may still be rife on Earth. For many years, life has been for survival, yet you are here for more than survival. “For the good of all” is something to remember. Unquestionably, you are here on Earth for more than yourself. You are here for Me.

Bear in mind it’s possible that a woman who spends a great deal of her time in spas and on beauty treatments, by her very beauty, may inspire others. Of course, it might be a sound idea for this woman to treat another woman to a day at a spa. Love is what We are speaking of here, after all.

Some people may spend their lifetimes seeking enlightenment yet seeking enlightenment for themselves alone, the way others might seek a fur coat or a new car. They are desperate to have enlightenment and may not be thinking of anyone else.

There is a big world, and good hearts are to encompass the world. Less self-centeredness is part of being enlightened. If all the money in the world could buy enlightenment and someone who has been a “me, me, me” person all his life becomes enlightened, could he continue to be self-centered?

Even as loving is the mastery of the world, you see absence of love too often and fullness of love too seldom. If you look at the newspaper, you understand Me clearly. If you have ever felt abandonment, you understand Me clearly. If you have ever felt unloved or unappreciated, you understand Me clearly. If you have ever felt misused or taken advantage of, you understand Me clearly. If you have ever disliked someone, you understand Me clearly. If you have ever felt sorry for yourself, you understand Me clearly. As a giver of love or recipient of it, you know what love feels like and you know very well what absence of love feels like.
 
Love does not have to be proved. You don’t have to prove your love to anyone, and there is no one who has to prove his love to you, nor do you have to prove that no one loves you. Have you not perhaps spent enough time and energy on your own sense of being unloved and unfairly treated? You might do well to get out of all the compunction you have for yourself, and put some attention on loveliness. Put on some new glasses, beloveds.
 
A tradesman has to take pride in his work, or his work will be sloppy. In order to do good work, a tradesman has to attend to what he is doing. He can’t take the line of least resistance. No matter if he has been heralded as a master craftsman, he still has to take pains with his work. He has to pay attention to details. He has to measure. He has to cut straight lines. He doesn’t leave his work up to chance. Is there anyone who would not agree with this?
 

Weeping is a mechanism that lets go of sorrow. Yet you do not really want to be done with sorrow. You may say you do. You may think you do, yet you drown yourself in tears of sorrow, and somehow, and somehow the sorrow is a comfort to you. Weeping assuages something within you at the same time as it opens wounds and puts salt on them. When you don’t know what else to do, you cry. It is not a show-down. It is not coming to terms with your self-avowed heartache. It is just weeping, and sometimes you don’t really know why. You can list reasons, yet you don’t really know why.
 
It is not wrong to cry. If it is a release, it is a release you need at the time. You don’t know what else to do. Often your woe doesn’t have a name. It is an unnamed woe in your heart. There seems to be no end to it. When you turn the pages of your life on Earth, you feel abandonment. Time has passed, and loved ones are no longer with you. Your crying may come down to this:
 
“What am I going to do without my friend? I have lost a friend. I have lost mother and father and brothers and sisters and more friends that I can count. In many ways, loved ones are lost to me in a distance of time and space. Oh, how I would visit with my lost friends now if I could.
 
“I am bereft at life. Life is an ache in my heart. I am sure life is not meant to hurt so much.