This Is the World for You
Truly, you are the apple of My eye. You are the love of My life. You are My reason for Being. I created you in the image of Myself. I, Who am Love, created and create Love, and you are the Love I created. From Love came Love. I did not roll you out from an assembly line. You might say that I computed you, yet as a heart computes. We can certainly say you were not mass-produced. You were not machine-produced. You were not rolled off on a standard lathe. You are an exquisite portrait of Me. I am an Artist, and you are My Art. You are the Art of Myself.
True, I am prolific. I am creatively prolific. No two of My creations are alike, yet, in another sense, every child of Me is alike yet with nuances that no one else has. I, God, am well-aspected. There are many prisms to the diamond I create. I create reflections of Myself. You are a reflection of Myself. You were born from My heart. You are a gift I gave to you, and you are a gift I also gave to Myself.
I asked Myself: “How many ways can I create an image of Myself?”
And I discovered that the ways are Infinite, and so I created you who are, in Truth, Myself.
I have not finished creating Myself. Of course I haven’t, inasmuch as the ways are infinite, and, so, My creation is ongoing. At the same time, My creation is infinite, it is also eternal. That means timeless. You are never un-created. Remember, you are not your body. You are not merely physical. You are in the physical, and yet the physical is not your true realm. Your true realm is in My heart. Within you lies the Kingdom of Heaven, and you are My Kingdom. There is one kingdom, and it is the Kingdom of God.
Yes, I speak to you as if you are many, and yet you are One, and you are My Oneness seeking Itself. You seemingly wander in the world for a while even as you are One and live in My heart. You have a permanency in My Heart. What I create is created. What I create is holy, and I created you holy. Holy is My Creation. You cannot escape Holiness. You are My Holy Creation.
Yes, you may wander on the periphery of My Heart, and, yet, that is illusion. The Whole Created World is illusion. The illusion is that We are separate when the Truth is that We are One. There is no We except in words which seek to explain the Oneness We are and the Oneness that Love, which We are, exists.
I am Existence, and so are you. I am Love, and so are you. I am Oneness, and you are too. Do you see how contradictory words are? I say One, and I say also. I say you are Oneness too. Words are slippery, yet the Truth of Oneness stands.
You are My desire. I desired you. We could say I desired you to keep Me company. We could say I desired you so I could look at Myself. You are My Reflection, and, yet, how can Oneness reflect? That is the world for you. The world seemingly cuts Us into two, into two or more, and, just the same, We are One. I AM One.
Picture My light in shimmering waves. In that case, you are My Halo. Hallowed be you Who art My Very Self. You might say Varied Self, and yet I AM One. There is no other.