Loveletters from God

The Music Has Been Playing

theophil — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:43:39 -0500

Nothing is hidden. You hide from yourself. When a revelation comes, you knew it all along. You could have seen it all along. You could have foreseen the ring you would find. You could have foreseen the loss of your ring. You could have foreseen. Do you feel the truth of this?

By the same token, all along, you could have known fully the intimacy you have with Me. My beloveds, sometimes you push awareness aside. Sooner or later, it catches up to you, or you catch up to it.

When accidents happen, you do have a clue and it could possibly have been prevented. You did not have to prevent it, you understand. You did not. It so happened that you allowed it. As if it were all in slow-motion, you just couldn't open the door fast enough, or close the window fast enough, or take another turn in the road. You are responsible, and yet not irresponsible, beloveds. Perhaps you were on some kind of automatic.

In a way, it is like when you ate the third piece of pie, and you knew you didn't have to, and yet you did just the same. You were there and yet not there. You were present, yet not fully present. Regardless, you ate the third piece of pie.

What has befallen, has befallen. Now you can only get up from the table. All the past amounts to crumbs now. All you can do now is sweep up the crumbs and move on from them.

In terms of awareness of Me, the God Who loves you, you did not have to close your eyes to Me. You could have opened your eyes at any time. And yet you did not. You could have, and yet it was not quite possible for you. Perhaps even a moment ago, you could not.

But now is different. Now is the rhythm of Our waltz. You can step to the beat. You can open your eyes now. Open them now. Rush into My arms of love. Take your rightful place. Take your rightful reconnaissance of right where We are now. There is no need to wait for a great epiphany. The beat is already in your heart. Now it reaches your feet, and We dance. How We dance.

You are living the epiphany, beloveds. There is no need to wait for a great epiphany. There is no need to wait at all.

You perhaps feel that you cannot take the first step. You perhaps feel that a baton has to be waved and a nod given to you before you can step onto the dance floor. You perhaps feel you have to hear the music first. Well, then, hear the music. Our song has been playing before you alit on Earth. I have waved the baton. The music has been playing. You have perhaps been preoccupied, beloveds. You perhaps were not confident that you could stop going in the direction you found yourself going in. You perhaps were not confident that you could go in another direction at all.

It is easy. You just stop and turn. With or without confidence, you can turn on a dime, beloveds.

Whatever you may think, whatever you may feel, your heart can fly to Me right now. You can see where you are right now and have never not been. We are entwined, beloved. We have always been arm in arm. This is not fantasy I speak of. This is Reality. It is fantasy that you have been swept up in heretofore. Just a little turn in the dial of your mind, and you will know what you have always really known, that we are One Indivisible One.

How to Make a Relationship Thrive

theophil — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:42:04 -0500

Every relationship you have reveals an aspect of yourself. In every relationship, you bring yourself to the table.

You crave love and peace in every relationship, and yet relationships fall short. You may not know what to do with them. You may not know how to make a relationship thrive. Sometimes it's a struggle, and you wonder what you have relationships for. When they cause pain, you wonder.

Sometimes relationships are a stand-off. Sometimes you stay on one level and dare not venture further.

Sometimes you deal with relationships with your left hand, or you are offhand about them. Your heart is put on the side. Speech is required, and yet you dare not speak for fear of upsetting the apple cart, even when the status quo does not make you happy. When this is the case, is it that you don't want to interrupt unhappiness, beloveds? You don't want to knock unhappiness off the shelf, even as it wobbles there?

You may defray honesty and clamp your jaw. Beloveds, what is so terrible that you cannot speak of it?

Before you can tend to a wound, you must look at it. Look at it in the light of day. Maybe all that is required for healing is for you to look at it. The wound may not be so big as you fear. It may be only a little scratch. It may only need looking at. It may only need your voice to speak.

You are torn between courtesy and honesty. It is really true, beloveds, that you can't sweep relationships under the rug. You can't step on them day after day. You have to open their windows and let fresh air in. There is nothing so terrible that can't be opened up, spoken about, understood, and shaken loose.

Your heart has to reveal itself. Unrevealed, your heart is out of joint. When you do not reveal your heart, you pound on its door needlessly. You create a steel door. You pound your heart shut when your heart is yours to free. Sooner or later, your heart will burst out. Speak soon rather than late.

Nourish your relationships. Let your tongue speak your heart. Speak your heart routinely. Open your heart to itself. Do not bury it. Love does not mean to disregard your heart or to try to dissuade it from what it feels. What your heart feels, it feels. There is no point in draping a curtain over it. Hearts cannot be denied. Reveal your heart freely so that others may reveal theirs freely. Let your heart step right up. Honor it. Honor your heart, and you will honor other hearts as well.

Your heart is not meant to be hurt. Your heart is meant to be welcomed. Welcome your heart, and you will welcome the heartedness of those seeming others.

Your heart is meant to speak. Your heart is not meant to be a pantomime.

In relationships, hearts must speak. Your heart must speak. It is not to be kept dumb and deaf and blind. It is not to pretend. Your heart is not meant to be covered up or cast aside or shoved in a corner. Not your heart, beloved.

In every relationship, there is much of yourself to discover. Relationships provide guides to take you to the far reaches of yourself. Relationships take you to the forest. Relationships help you get through the forest and come out the other side. Hold hands with your relationships, and help each other through. Be a friend to your heart and a friend to others' hearts. Let your hearts hold hands and help each other across the forest. Do not stay on the outskirts. Your heart is not meant to be at a standstill.

The Land of Silence

theophil — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:38:45 -0500

However noisy the world may be, the traffic sounds, the shouts of children, the whistles of trains, loud music, banging drums, a deep silence runs beneath. The silence does not run. It is. It is silent regardless of the noise above. You reside in this land of silence. You have it. It is far more than a respite. It is the very basis of you.

The silence is not a retreat. It is your Source. You have this silence within you always. You are right here in the silence, and yet We speak of finding it. The silence found you long long ago. It birthed you. You have never been absent from this silence. We can call this silence Heaven.

This silence is more than the absence of noise. It is your very nature. This silence doesn't move. It makes no noise. And yet this is a most powerful level of Being. It is the most powerful level of all. It is the well from which you drink. It is the engine you run on.

From this silence, all gifts come. From this sack of silence over his shoulder, Santa Claus pulls out all the presents he gives to you.

From this ground of silence, all the flowers and plants grow, and grow high.

From this womb of silence from which you came, you grow to the heights that extend the dimensions of the world until boundaries on Earth disappear, and there are no boundaries. There is boundlessness. There are no limits. Limits are an impossibility. You cannot believe in limits forever. Limits can make all the noise they want, yet always they stop. Limits have to take a breath. They have to seep away. Noise has to go somewhere. Noise has to leave your ears, your heart, your eyes.

Limits are not love. We are speaking of a silence in which all is love. Nothing squirms here. All loves all here, and all is love and nothing but love. I, God, am here. I make no noise.

You do not swim here in the silence. You are the Silence. You are sound-proof, beloveds.

Silence is like the white snow that falls. You are a blanket of silence. Footsteps are not heard. All is silence here in the depths of you.

Silence is the scale. Noise is a scratching at the far end of the scale. Silence is music. Noise is noise and not music.

Even in the midst of noise, you can be in the Silence of yourself.

Consider silence as money in the bank. You can take out your silence as you will. It is yours. Go to the vault of yourself and take it out. Wrap it around you. Silence is a soothing balm. Pour it over yourself. The silence is yours. It belongs to you. It will stay with you.

It is an amazing thing that the more silence you touch with your fingertips, the more you hear what I say. This is not medicated silence. This is not forcing silence about yourself. I say again: Even in the midst of noise, this silence is yours. You don't have to pull it out. It already belongs to you. Silence is not an event you call to you. You are already that Silence. You are at peace.

What this means is that all you have to do is to listen for My Soundlessness. That is My Voice. From the Silence of My heart and yours, I speak to you always. Hush your fertile mind a minute. Now do you hear My silent whispers? Can you hear My love speaking to you now?

A Ship Ready to Sail to Far-off Shores

theophil — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:36:40 -0500

Get carried away, beloveds. Get carried away with your love for Me, and My love for you. You, who are love walking on Earth, might as well be carried away with that which is yours to give. It is divine love you give. Of course, it is, for it is Mine.

Derived from love, you give it. Never are you deprived of love. Perhaps you wear the wrong glasses.

Perhaps you have taught yourself that you are deprived of love when you, yourself, are the very essence of love. I put beams of love on Earth, and you are the beam of love I dropped off to shine on Earth. You have My authority to love. Love is authentic, beloveds. I have to tell you that anything else is not. The matters that you believe in above love are all untrue. Not one of them is true. Worry is not. Fear is not. Anger is not. Doubt is not. Anguish is not. Tragedy is not. No matter how real-seeming, not one of those is true. There is One Truth, and that One Truth is love. You might as well accept what I say.

Anything less than love is fake. Even when you are gripped in fear, gripped in sense of loss, gripped in protecting your heart, you are role-playing. You are love, and your existence is love. Love is it, and yet you believe in the squalor of fear and so on, and you don the clothing of that which you are not.

If you would look past the flesh and all the manifestations of ego, you would see love shining. You would see only love shining. When you look directly into the sun, you see the blazing of the sun's light. Now look directly into love, be dazzled, and see only the blazing light of love. Surrender to it. Know that any glimpse of love that you see or remember is your love in your heart. All you have to do is to peek into the depths of your heart. What a treasure you have glowing there.

I gave you this treasure, and I gave it to you to use. I explained that your heart could never run out of treasure, that this divine treasure was self-replenishing, that your heart was the deliverer of love fresh from the Source. I always fill you up.

Notice Me now. Notice your heart now. What does your heart long for but to dispense all the love in it and receive a fresh batch to be delivered right away.

Consider the love in your heart a ship ready to sail to far-off shores. There is that eager anticipation of raising the anchor and going full-blast ahead. The love in your heart is ready to go. Your heart is filled to the brim. You are never empty. The order for your love has been delivered. Perhaps you just haven't yet accepted your order. Perhaps you are gazing at something in the distance and not noticing the sun rising. Or, perhaps, you have closed your eyes. Perhaps you were not awake when love charged into your heart like a white steed ready to go. Perhaps you were sleeping. Perhaps you attended to the God of Lack of Love instead of the God of Plenty of Love. Which God do you worship? Which God do you give attendance to? Which God do you open your door to and dance around? Which God do you think about the most?

Have you perhaps expected the wolf at your door and danced attendance upon him?

A Tryst of Love

theophil — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:34:29 -0500

I hear the clarion call of your love. I hear it loud and clear. I hear the disbanding of all that chokes your heart. I hear the ice floe breaking up and the love rushing through. Your love is becoming like a steady stream, a bubbling brook, a flowing precursor to more and greater love. Drips and drabs of love become gigantic waves. There is a burgeoning flood of love bursting through to cover the Earth. Everyone is going to be drowned in love. What a Tsunami wave of love this is. And this is your natural state. This is normal, love everywhere. No longer love pending. No longer love dangling. Now love is pouring, splashing, inundating the dryness in every throat.

The snow melts and waters the Earth. The snow in your heart melts the same.

No more dry hearts, beloveds. No more aching for love. No more veiling it. No more forgetting it.

You are a child of God who gives love. Your eyes open with love in the morning. At night your eyes close with love as you sleep, and yet your love is open wide and going out, far and wide.

How far can your love go? It can go as far as Zanzibar. What is the farthest point from you? Your love is already there. Every nook and cranny is now being filled with love that you have given. There is no faraway when it comes to love. There is no time when it comes to love. All the love that has ever been given travels still. All the love in the world is radiating now, spinning and weaving more webs of love.

Our love does not stay still. It always travels, bouncing from rafter to rafter, from heart to heart. The heart, like a tom-tom, broadcasts love. Your heart throws love to the Highest Heaven. You blast love across the Universe, to unknown galaxies, to the inner Earth, to everywhere you have ever read about or thought of. Love travels fast. Love accompanies you, and, at the same time, it travels. Is not love an amazing thing?

You have loved everything that catches your fancy, yet love itself fancies everything. Most of all, it fancies loving everyone, everything, everywhere. Ambitious is love, and yet it is easier to just love everything rather than picking and choosing. Picking and choosing take energy. Just exhaling love with every breath takes no energy at all. Beloveds, giving love is so natural you will wonder why you haven't always been doing it.

You will wonder what all the fuss is about. You will wonder what does love have to do with heartache? How did heartache ever arise? Who would ever convert love into heartache? Your heart is not meant to be convertible. The love in your heart is incontrovertible. The love in your heart is My love splashing everywhere, just like the way children splash water in a fountain with the sun shining on it.

Yes, please, let your love out into the sunshine. Blow bubbles with it. This is great fun, to give out love. There is nothing to it.

The world has given you many qualifications required before you can love. The world has broken love into parts that must be assembled, and no part can be missing or you dare not allow yourself to love. Embrace yourself in love right now. Hug yourself. Imagine your arms going around yourself and your plastering yourself with endless kisses. Now hold the world in the breadth of your arms, and love the world the same. Love all over the place. The sun of love is within you, and now you shine it on all. Not one blade of grass is left out of your love. Not one sentient being on Earth, not anyone is left out, for love surrounds the animate and inanimate, and love is sprinkled on Earth, is misted on Earth, erupts like a volcano, waves of love loving for now and forever. We have a tryst of love.

The Pivot of Your Life

theophil — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 07:14:46 -0500

Once upon a time your life did depend upon the amount of love given to you. In terms of your human existence, you had to rely on the love that came to you from the outside.

Now you are no longer a hapless baby dependent upon the world to succor you.

Now you are an adult, and your very existence depends upon the love you give. Can this point be made more clearly than this?

The pivot of your life is the love you give. We could say the pivot of your life is the love you feel. It is good to feel love and to feel loved. When you feel love inside you and you feel worth love, then you are one who gives love as easily as a kiss.

You will be on semi-automatic. You remind yourself every once in a while that your ultimate purpose here on Earth is to give love and therefore give light to the world, and yet you are already geared in that direction. Your main purpose is not fame or fortune. It's A-OK to have fame and fortune, yet your life and love are by no means dependent upon them, nor are fame and fortune the wins of your life.

The love you give, the love you extend, the love you carry, the love you decide, the love you create, the love you manifest, the love you incur, the love you swim in, the love you shape, the love you sculpt, the love you conjure, the love you are happy to give, the love you think of, the love you make easy to receive, the love you design, dedicate, and determine, all the evidences of the love you are, these are your purpose for being alive on Earth.

And now you become awake to your purpose here on Earth, and now you fulfill your purpose. Accumulating is not your purpose. Accumulating adulation is not your purpose. Awakening yourself to the love within and using it to serve Me and the world is your purpose. As you are to My children, so are you to Me.

It doesn't matter what the world thinks of you, makes of you, attributes to you, blames you for, credits or discredits you for, you have a purpose to be the love you want others to be and to give the love that all are meant to give. I do not mean to suggest, however, that you wear a smile on your face signifying nothing.

Christ did not say to the lame: "It's just fine for you to be lame. I love you anyway." He did love anyway, and yet he did not uphold lameness.

Accordingly, as the story goes, he did not say to Mary Magdalene, "Keep on as you are. I love you so. It's all right. Don't change." He did love so, yet, like Me, he said to all, "Come with me." He knew there was a direction for all to go in, and it was the direction of love not money.

Christ and all the Great Ones were great teachers of love. They taught by example, and they were nobody's fool. They had a common sense that was uncommon. They did not go around saying, "Boy, how I do love." They loved. Christ did not harbor resentment toward his persecutors, but he did not say, "It's just fine for you to persecute. Go right ahead. Persecute all you want. It doesn't matter what you do."

Christ saw clearly, spoke clearly, and yet he did not topple himself from the mountain of love that he simply was and could not be otherwise. He could not be less than My Son.

Nor can you. Do not be so easy on yourself that you once again lean back and say, "Let the world love me first, and then I will love, too."

Old-Fashioned Giving

theophil — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 10:35:04 -0500

Everything in the world is a symbol. Christmas lights are a symbol of lighted hearts. The symbol, consciously or subconsciously, reminds you of all the light that goes on in the human heart. It is a reminder. Let the love in your heart be seen. Turn on the light in your heart.

Symbols are required in the world. Santa Claus is a symbol of giving. Wrapped gifts are a symbol of giving. Naturally, there is a greater than an electric train or the most desired doll or anything you wrap and put under the tree.

There's no fun in obligation. Make sure that your heart goes with the gift you give. Make sure that you have delight in the gift-giving. Nothing is given unless joy goes along with it. If you cannot think of the right gift, if you cannot think of something material that is just right for the person you are giving to, then give them something that they can share with others. Chocolates are an old stand-by. Flowers. A plant.

Gifts are meant to be tokens of love. Pull those tokens out of your heart, and give them.

During the year when there is no holiday or special event, still be thinking of what you can give. A note of appreciation is good. A toy whistle. Anything at all so that someone knows he is in your heart and welcome there. It is a wonderful gift to think of someone and to let them know you are thinking of them. And then they will think to pass on the light you gave to them to someone else.

This is how love grows in the human heart.

It is your heart you are to give on all occasions and for no occasion at all. The opportunity to give a dewdrop of love exists. You will find it.

Allow your heart to become soft, not hard. Unharden your heart. De-ice it. Start right now. Let your heart melt in love. There is every occasion to give love. There is no occasion to withhold it. I know you think there is. You think there are plenty of pitfalls around, and so you lift up the skirt of your heart, careful to keep your heart above the throng.

Beloveds, when you give with thought of return, you haven't given. You have been fishing. You have been trying to catch something.

When your heart feels hurt, you have been expecting something, and you didn't get it. You may like to think you are sensitive and that others are insensitive, but let Me tell you squarely, that is your ego whispering in your ear. Your ego takes affront. That's what ego does. Ego tells you that you are owed something, and an individual or two or life itself has been remiss, and so you sniffle.

Beloveds, if you are owed anything, you owe it to yourself to open your heart and give and give and give. It really is not your heart that aches. It is your ego. You are trying to stand up for yourself, or defend yourself. There is no need. What you need is to give more. Preoccupy yourself with giving and not with feeling hurt.

Do not compare the gifts you give with what you receive or don't receive. That is a blind alley. Don't go down it.

This is one advantage in giving anonymously. You don't expect anything in return, not even a thank you.

And that is how you want to give, just old-fashioned giving from a heart that knows its role in life and loves to play it.

God or Ego

theophil — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:32:56 -0500

What is going on in your mind right now? Whatever it may be, whatever you may be thinking about, right now start thinking of Me and My heart that is filled with love for you. You are My beloved. Just as you are, your hair ruffled, without your make-up. Of what import to Me is your appearance when I know the radius of your heart so well? What matters to Me but you, the One of Us, the Oneness of Myself?

My thoughts are not on Myself. I Who lead you have My thoughts on you. It is you I embrace. It is you I fulfill. It is your inner heart that I desire to see lighted up. I look therein, and I can see Myself in you. That is the Christmas card you send. In your inner heart are the Christmas candles. In your inner heart is My signature. How I love to see Myself jolly in your heart, smiling in your heart, poking you with My elbow, winking at you, and so I (We) laugh at Our joke. We laugh together. The joke is, of course, that sometimes you think I am your imagination and that the far-off legions of yourself are true. A sense of humor is needed when you are God.

Beloved son or daughter of My heart, you light Me up. My heart quickens when I hear you address Me, tell Me your stories, and speak of your love for Me, for I know and know well, that your love for Me is your love for yourself.

Now We are getting down to it. Now We are exposing how far you have drifted from love for yourself. Ego is not yourself. If you have been trying to appease ego, you have been barking up the wrong tree. Ego-gratification is no gratification at all. Ego is a neon light that blinks on and off and points you in a direction you don't want to go. Do you believe Me yet? Do you believe Me when I tell you to disregard that blighted ego who would send you down the garden path onto a precipice where he would kick you off and cackle with laughter. Finally ego shows you his true colors.

Or you can believe Me now. Just don't go anywhere with ego, for ego is not your pal.

No matter how high you go with ego, ego will kick you off a ledge. Ego has no place in your life.

Perhaps you don't even know what ego is. Perhaps you think you don't have any. Ego is the voice that lures you to fame for fame's sake. It is the voice that calls you to make money more important than love. It is the voice that whispers in your ear and offers you panaceas for that which is Truth, that which is hungering for love. Ego will talk loudly so you cannot hear My voice, for ego gives you a fancy hat. Ego is a drug that doesn't keep. Ego is a prescription that you keep having to refill and gives you no release from its grip.

Ego does a fandango, seduces you, and quickly leaves you in the lurch, yet ego has its way with you until finally you stop listening to ego, and you hear My voice calling to you, calling you into service, calling you to pick up the phone and hear My voice. How silent is My voice, and yet how strong. Oh, beloveds, catch the vibration of My voice. You want My goods, beloveds, and you will discover that you have had them all along.

The Light-Bearer

theophil — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:29:35 -0500

Streetlights go on. Let your heartlights go on. Let the light in your heart be like car lights that show the way. Car lights tell you where you are. They light up the world for you. They light up the way you are going.

Let the light in your heart do the same.

Of course, you are coming fast to Me, and so you light up the roads as a signal to others. Your light is a silent guide pointing to the wonders of Creation. Turn your heartlights on.

You are a server of the Universe. Hop to it, beloveds. What do you see before you that needs lighting and lightening up?

When a day is dark for someone, what do you do? When a day is dark for many, what do you do? Here is what to do: Stand in My light. If the whole world is on a precipice, light a beautiful place on land in your heart.

You are a leader of the Universe, and so you lead. You don't put your head down, mumble, and shuffle your feet. You get up with alacrity and play a piper's tune. You may not be seen, yet your tune will be heard.

Life is about your being followed.

Someone is following you right now. Someone is modeling himself after you right now. What are you selling, beloved? Where are you taking those who follow you?

Light up the world, and lighten up your world.

This is not stardom We speak of, and yet you are a star. Stars light up the world, and this is what I ask of you. You are a humble foot soldier in an army of light, and other humble foot soldiers follow you.

Take care in whom you follow. Get into the line you want to be in. Keep the beacon of My light before you. Do not straggle, beloved.

You have a special assignment to brighten life on Earth. You already accepted this assignment. You said, "Certainly, God. Certainly I will help You assemble a light brigade." Therefore, you do not goof off.

You do not say, "Well, today I'll be glum. What does it matter if I am glum for one day? What does it matter if I dim my light for one day? Let someone else light the world while I take a break."

This is the day, beloved. This is the day I ask you to marshal light for the world. This is truly an easy assignment. Keep your light glowing.

Even when you sleep, have your light turned on. This is a simple task. You just have to remember it. That you are the light of the world is not idle chatter. You, you, the very soul I talk to now, you are the light of the world. Carrying light is not a burden. It is the lightest loveliest thing you can do. Keep smiling. Keep your light lit. Everyone will want to borrow a light from you. Everyone will see your light and be lighted by you.

When someone needs a match, you give it to him. The same way you open doors for others and shine a beam of light right into their hearts. You are a lighter of hearts. What else is there? What else do you want to light?

Even lighting a cigarette for someone, is lighting their heart. You answered a request. They looked into your eyes, and you looked into their eyes, and more happened than your lighting a cigarette.

You are a light-bearer for the world.

The World Is for Grazing

theophil — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:27:43 -0500

There is a sun in the sky, and God in Heaven, and My children roam on Earth. The world is for grazing, beloveds. The sun shines, I AM, and you are. That is all there is to know. Stop all this worrying for tomorrow. You tire yourself out with worry for tomorrow. What you can know is that tomorrow will come. There is no end to that which you call time. Live your life today. Like the buffalo, roam when you roam. Graze upon the fields. Tomorrow will come. Tomorrow the sun will rise over the horizon. Whatever you are doing, wherever you are, the sun will rise.

Do not mourn the past. Do not mourn the buffalo. Welcome today, and welcome tomorrow when it comes.

I ask you to worry not. I ask you to enjoy the treasures of life that are present right now. Count the treasures, beloveds. Counting the treasures is worth your time. Counting the beads of future or past woe is not worth your time. It is not worth your heart. Stop worrying now.

Half the time you don't even know what it is that you fear, yet you fear something. Why set your dial to imagined woe. Set your dial to the station you want. The question to ask yourself is: "What do I want? What am I looking forward to?" Drop the subject of what you don't want. Have you perhaps been preoccupied with danger?

Let go of what you don't like, and look forward to what you do like. This is an obvious precept of life, and yet you forget. You may even think that the substance of your life is danger. There is great danger in your wrangling danger, beloveds. Pick the flowers instead. In terms of this image of your life, leave the weeds alone. They don't qualify for your attention. It is well possible that weeds of your life will stop growing when you do not tend to them.

Who invented danger? Who made it an insurance policy? You pay heavy dues to your fearing thoughts about possible troubles that could arise.

Beloveds, what goodness may come to you when you set your intention to goodness? I ask you to bless yourself, and I ask you to bless tomorrow. That is all I am asking. I am asking you to favor your life and you, the beholder of it.

You may mean to keep trouble away by warding it off, and yet you may be signaling trouble to come. You may be inviting it. No matter how many times you may say in ever so many ways: "Trouble, stay away," you are, nevertheless, addressing trouble, and you are getting trouble's attention. You might as well say to a robber: "Here I am. I'm over here. Don't take away my jewels. I keep them in a cupboard in my kitchen where you won't see them. They are mine, not yours. Don't go near them."

When you tell your child, "Don't touch," what does he then want to do? He will jab with his finger in passing because you told him not to.

Trouble is like that. It likes to stick its finger in. Trouble interprets your speaking as an invitation. If you don't want trouble, remove the concept of trouble from your thoughts.

Life will bring you some wonderful things tomorrow. Get a basket ready to collect all the good that is coming your way. Or get a large tote bag or a wagon. Open your heart to all the sunshine that tomorrow will bring you. Welcome tomorrow. Welcome its gifts. The odds are in your favor, beloveds. Odds are that you have cause for happiness coming your way. Picture barrelsful. Picture the treasures that are rushing toward you, and receive. Receive, beloveds.