Consider the varying seasons of your heart to be irrelevant. Seasons change. Moods change. Your moods do not have the say of you. Moods are not the bosses of the world. You do not have to kowtow to your moods. Moods are insignificant. Moods seem to come from how the winds blow. Moods are not to be the making of you. First of all, moods are not dependable. You can’t count on them. They come and go. You cannot take moods seriously. Moods are passing things. They really are not so high and mighty as they would have you believe. Moods are shifting sand. They are not meant to lead your life.
 
Not only do you not have to bow down to your moods, it also makes no sense to. Moods are like two-year olds. They must not lead you. They may well lead you astray. Anyway, moods are not reliable. Unreliable is the very nature of moods.
 
Moods may feel emotional and physical, as if they descend on you. Nevertheless, moods come from your thoughts. Something signals your moods. Your moods do not have to be in the forefront of your life. Put them in the back seat, or return them altogether. You owe them no loyalty. Moods deserve their comeuppance. Moods are not really a part of you. They are more like hitchhikers, freeloaders, vagrants looking for somewhere to latch onto. There is no need for you to cooperate with moods. They are chameleons. They simply cannot be taken at their word. Moods are slippery-slidey things.
 

Beloveds, it’s not necessary that you understand everything. Therefore, it is not necessary that you analyze everything or seek to explain everything in a logical fashion. You have a limited idea of logic. Life just does not fit into every category. You are asking questions that don’t have the answers you want.
 
Whatever I say, I understand that you are going to ask Why questions, yet, as you see now, questions that begin with Why look backwards. You want to go forward.
 
Ask yourself: “What do I do now? Now, where do I go? Where do I take myself in my thoughts and my actions? What’s my first step? Whatever caused what I see as a mess, how do I get out of it?”
 
The question: “What is my first step?” is a great question. You are not asking how you solve or resolve a situation. The fact is that you may not really know. You do know that you have to put it behind you.
 
What is one first step? There may be many first steps. Right now you want to grab one. The one you grab does not have to be perfect. It just has to be one you grab. Once you take a step, any step, you are way ahead. Your first step does not have to be an ultimate step.
 
It’s also possible that your first thought is all you need.
 
Beloveds, when you ask Why questions, you are often asking: “Am I to blame? How am I to blame? Who is to blame? This person, that person, God?”
 

Like breathing, life inhales and exhales. Whatever you are involved in, you are involved in life. If you are in a cave, you are involved in life. If you are in a crowded restaurant on top of the Empire State Building, you are involved in life. Wherever you are, whoever you may think you are, you are involved in life.
 
Life is the chair you sit on. It is the road you walk on. Life is the sky you look up at. You are not only the Light of the World, you are also the Life of the World.
 
We can say that you are a petal of each flower. Rose or dandelion, it doesn’t matter.
 
If We say that life is a bicycle, you pedal it. If life is a car, you drive it. If life is an airplane, you fly it. You are the sun in the morning, and the moon at night. You are the stars when seen or unseen. You are the Universe in all its glory.
 
You are Everything to Me. You are My reason for Creation. You and Creation go together. You are no more separated from Life than you and I are separated. Oneness is. There is richer meaning to Oneness than you may have considered. Oneness is far more than a cozy expression. It is the Ultimate Expression.
 

That you live on Earth is a blessing to Me and to you and the whole wide world. I am the Acme of Your Life. I am the Culmination, and you have Me right now arm in arm with you. I give you the Gift of Life. I sponsored you, and I sponsor you still.
 
How well I am aware of the matters that grind over and over in your mind and wear you out. You may treasure Me for the gifts I give you, yet you may not treasure Life Itself. You do not want to be so close to Life, so involved in it, so up and down in it like a peripatetic elevator. You are so caught up in the Stream of Life, and the lesser matters that you allow to aggravate you to an extreme over and over again, do you not?
 
I hear you cry to Me:
 
“Dear God, would I learn that what has been done and not done right is not worth the aggravation I give to it. I would love to be free of aggravation, yet, apparently, I jump on the bandwagon of being upset. I often think: If only others would think ahead, all the grief there would not be.
 
“Of course, if only I had thought ahead. If only I had. Every time I am the culprit, God. Yes, if others had done thus and so, it would be better. Yes, if I had done thus and so, it would be better. I wouldn’t be aggravating now.
 
“I am in a slump. It must be that I need to sit up straight and make room in life for myself. I must stand tall. I don’t want to make myself an ant any longer climbing up and down these little hills of upset that I make so important.
 

One theme of your life has been: “What is this all about? Is this spate of life on Earth really life? What is it for, and why do I have to go through it? Why me? Why anyone?”
 
Juries in the world get excused from serving. Why not you, you ask. What possibly brings you here and now? Are you really supposed to deal with all that you are given to deal with when, from everything you know, it is too much for you?
 
There seems to be no respite for you. You are in for a dime or a dollar. You serve for life in the world so long as you are relegated to the world. You don’t even know how long you are here for. You feel the burden of all that you do not know.
 
Sometimes life seems interminable to you. You fear making it through, and you fear not making it through.
 
Of course, you have other moments when everything is just jim-dandy with you, yet most of the time you seem to know only vagueness, as though you are a wanderer in a land you happen to find yourself wandering in. You find yourself on Earth, yet you don’t know what you are doing here at all. You feel that there must be an error, or a repeated error that somehow you make, and you don’t know how to get away from where you find yourself at the same time as you fear getting away from where you are.
 
You know your time on Earth is measured, yet where the exit is and when you actually exit are not at all clear.