Through God's grace, you came to Heaven. Through God's grace, you came to God. You are the issuance of God.

You are the light I beamed across the universe to serve My creation. That which I created furthers My Will by serving the very creation I created. You, the created, serve the created universe. And so you serve your Creator.

I did not create you on My doorstep. You were not an afterthought. You were not an orphan I found left there. You were My divine creation, and I multiplied you out into the universe to carry My emblem. You are the runner who carries My torch.

You will find a message in your life today. You will stumble upon it. It will find its way to you. It is marked for you. Be alert to a message today. You do not know from where it will come, but today a message will arrive, and you must reach it. It comes to you, but you must reach out to receive it and then listen to it, for it has something important to say to you.

There is much you do not yet know, but a huge impulse is on its way to you and will create a great wave in your life. Be not daunted. Welcome it. This is the message you have been waiting for. Now arise to it.

Beautiful sounds fall from Heaven, and you gather them up into words. How revealing that is of your need to share thoughts in all directions! You crave to know what other forms of you are thinking, and you crave to share your thoughts with other reflections of yourself. Your thoughts must be shared, just as I had to share creation. Your thoughts are your reflections.

Sometimes you feel you are damaged goods. You think, if it weren't for this or it weren't for that, you would be all that God says. But who are you to second-guess? I did not say you are all I say except for this and that. I say you are all I say right now. Your thinking interferes with your picture of yourself, but your picture of yourself is not you. Your picture of yourself is lacking, but you are intact, if only you knew.

All waves are light. Waves are pictures of light moving. Your brain waves are light moving. Waves move. The crests of them rise and seemingly pause a split second until they continue themselves. Undulating waves of light. Your thoughts are light.

Electricity is light. Sound is light. Sight is light. Touch is a signal of light. Density is light. Light makes light. Rub together two sticks of light seen as wood, and you have light. Fire is light. And you are light.

Consider that you roll through life. You roll over plains. You roll over seas. You roll over brambles. You roll over grass. You are the roller.

That is your relative life from beginning to end. You roll, and you pause, and you roll and pause again, and there comes a time when you stop rolling on the planes of relative life, and then you have no choice but to soar.

But you are a soarer now, because as you roll up and down the terrains of life, a Heavenward part of you soars.

With every breath, you soar. With every roll of your life, you soar. You are the soarer.

Hello, dear ones.

I speak to you. It is to you I speak. Directly to you who abide in My heart. That is to say all of you, the Oneness I carry in My heart.

Creation is the treasure of My heart. You are the exudation of My love. I exuded you from My breath. I breathed out. I breathed you. You are the breath of My love.

My happiness overflowed into a joy you would call merriment. My happiness overflowed into a joy you would call laughter. From My peals of laughter, you came, full-blown across the universe.

My merriment never stopped.