Heavenletters

"You are a delightful toast I raise to Myself. I raise My glass so high that no one misses the sight of it, and all clink their cups with Mine. This is a unique toast We make. We clink stars. We clink the Sun and the Moon. We clink to Our Impermeable Oneness. To Our Oneness."

Our way is paved with gold. Our light makes Our path golden. We are walking the high road. The low road is illusion anyway.