Honor Our connection. It is holy. What does holy mean? It means pure and unsullied. Nothing whatsoever can spoil Our connection. It is holy. Not even you can mar Our relationship. All you can do is be blind to it. You cannot affect it at all.

All your disenchantments and despairs and distrust, no matter how strong, no matter how directed at Me they may be, are nothing at all when it comes to Us. Nothing can pierce the light that is Ours. Disavow all you want, prove or disprove all you want, and still We are, pure in Our light, untrammeled by all your beliefs and protests.

Let Me be a stronger force in your life.

Pay more attention to Me than you pay to the drifts of snow. Than you pay to the winds of change. Than you pay to looks you get from others. Than you pay to the words of others. Than you pay to yourself.

Paying attention to Me is paying nothing. It is getting your mind off details of human life and putting it on an eternity of vastness.

Paying attention to Me is lifting yourself to where you long to be.

Paying attention to Me is seeing where you, in truth, are.

Paying attention to Me is filling yourself up.

The world is not dark.

The world is light.

When you experience darkness, look higher.

You are not looking for a remedy. You are looking for Me.

Enlist My aid.

Ask Me to help you see the Light far above the world's light that seems to dim. It has not in truth dimmed. It has been eclipsed. And you have believed in an eclipse as truth, when it is only a temporary cover-up.

Do you think I flatter you when I exclaim that you are My marvelous light? Do you think there is something I am looking to gain from you for Myself? Do you think I am looking for fans so that I may be fanned by large numbers? Do you think I ooh and ah over the numbers, as if you were the till at the end of the business day? Do you think I am looking for you to be an admirer, a devotee perhaps, or a toady? Do you think I need strokes from you, or some kind of daily pittance to appease Me? Do you think I want you to throw Me a few bones to escape My wrath?