Are you feeling subdued today?

That is fine. You don't have to be elated every day. Your happiness does not always have to be escalated. If it were, you would be at a pitch of excitement that you could not endure. The relative world cannot sustain you. Nothing in the relative can sustain you for long.

Enter that quiet stream within you. It sustains you no matter what the surface is up to. It is nice here. It always is. There is a Do Not Disturb sign here that keeps noise away.

If you would accept that you are loved - if ten percent of the people on Earth would accept that they are loved -- all the troubles of the world would disappear in an instant. Nothing would be able to stand up against the power of such love. I can hear the hum of all that love now, and Earth would instantly rise to Heaven. Earth would be rocked to its very foundation, and rise like love. Love is the most powerful arrow you carry in your quiver. You have forgotten.

Your heart is intended to open continually. There is no graduation day when it comes to the human heart. The human heart is an ever-blossoming flower. Open and open and open the petals of your heart. This is an assignment I give to you.

You may have tightened your heart and tightened it. You forgot that your heart was for giving. You probably thought that your heart was for getting. You may even have concluded that your heart was for being hurt, and, therefore, you did everything to keep your heart buried and safe.

When an archer shoots an arrow, he has a target in mind. He doesn't always reach his target, yet he always has a target.

This is what I ask you to do, to have a target in mind in terms of your life. What do you want to reach? Where are you going?

From the corridors of your heart, love engages. Love flows beautifully, naturally, and only starts and stops when there is blockage to it. What can a blockage be? What can interrupt love other than an interference from the mind?

Come right up. Enter My heart here. Here is where I AM, and here is where you ARE. You belong in My heart. Indeed, you have never been anywhere else. Ask Me to mentor you. Ask Me anything you want. Tell Me anything you want. It is all music to My ears.

You love to hear from those you love. So do I. Tell me anything. Say hello. It doesn't have to be newsworthy what you say to Me. Say, "God, God, God," and I am happy. I love to hear you say My Name. I love to hear your voice. I love to hear you talk to Me.

You have been such a servant of time. You want something now, right now, or you will do something later or maybe never. Time seems to be your commander. You are obedient, or you are wayward. You are assigned a rating according to your use of non-existent time.

Time beats its metronome without batting an eye. You try to catch up or slow down, and you make time invincible.

It doesn't matter that I tell you that time doesn't exist. You kneel to time just the same. Time has become your standard. And when you do not kowtow to time, you feel bad.