4-36. Why do you close your eyes to the Light and cry that you are in darkness? You were Created by Love. What else but Love could be your Home? Child of God, return to Love, for you are forever Free.
A great many of the now incarnate Children of God scream in the darkness of their own opaqued twilight, seeking recognition from a God they believed to have abandoned them to their own destitution of dissolution, perceiving themselves as beset by a world not of their own making and ignored by the one Source of Salvation that could end all of their needlessly retributive suffering. Yet that is not at all the situation that they genuinely occupy. Such does the ego misappropriate for its own devices, attempting to substitute the Truth of Love with the lies of blindness that prescribe only limitless separation and desperate isolation for all who arrive in this land, seeming strangers to their own hearts when they are anything but lost in any way at all. They are confused, but you need not share in this illusion. It was created by you when you chose to believe that it might be possible to be distinct from God, causing you to arrive in a place that for all practical intents and purposes does indeed appear to embody in all forms all that is of loss and pain. This world is cruel in its application of neutrality and randomness to the happenstances that occur, not meting out kindness to those apparently deserving and wrathful punishment to those who cause harm. This world of form does not hold you in contempt or celebration - it is unconcerned with your perceptions of its intentionality, for in Truth, it has none at all. All that is perceived is what you would have it be - it is not possessed of any genuine and eternally verifiable veracity, and so it must be placed in the category of neutrality simply because it is endlessly transforming from one expression to another. All that is of form is in transit from one aspect of utility to another - nothing is still, silent or permanent within this universe. And that is how all that composes the world of form should be, for if it were to be possessed of intractability and a constancy that is not possible to express in anything that is merely three dimensional, it would be of no value to you at all, for you would be thrown up against its inalterable nature and you would not understand what value such an object would have for you. Instead, this is a place of learning and of growth, one that can be altered endlessly and reformed into whatever constitutionality is most efficacious for your ability to look beyond all surfaces, below all reflections and around all barriers. All that appears to be able to stifle your grown is self-created and self-reinforced because you wished to be stimied. You are not restricted by this world, for it exists merely to be an effective backdrop against which your learning of your own unlimited and eternal True Nature can be carried out, all whilst you interact with the other sleeping Children of God who believe themselves to be just as restricted as you’ve imagined must be your inescapable fate. That is not the way of God, and it is not reflective of the Truth of Love. But it is quite acceptable to remain as that for as long as you wish, for there is no impetus present that serves to goad you towards a revelation or transcendence that you are not yet ready to receive or experience. To do so would be a great cruelty, for you would naturally resist such an alteration, desiring instead to remain ensconced within your familiar environs, whether they be physical, mental or the most stubborn of all - emotionally tractive and resistive of being shed, for the friction that arises when one slides up against their own emotional recalcitrance is potent and painful indeed. But none of this need continue for any longer that you desire that it be made whole and real in your life, for you are the arbiter of your own perceptual framework and all that you desire to be liberated from is able to be removed instantly and completely - but not without your own genuinely manifested agreement and complicity with that which you wish to be able to leave behind as you walk just one more step towards God. Scream if you wish - lash out against God for the perceived cruelty of a life lived in form, one where the Love of your Creator seems so very absent indeed. Cry tears of silent and sullen rage as your curse the name of your progenitor and sustainer, believing your utterances to be genuinely vindictive of anything at all other than your continued allegiance to the ego and its ministrations of vapidness and futility. These are your cruxes and your crucibles, all Given to you in the interest of illustrating how very pointless it is indeed to attempt to hold out any part of Creation as being anything less than what it is, in Truth - Perfect, just as is its Creator. Even the inalterable neutrality of the world of form is Perfect, although such a conclusion is not easily rendered unto the mind that desires to live in opposition to acceptance. This material universe is utterly unreactive to all of your emotional protuberances that you perambulate about with, puttering through your days and pretending that you are not the only person in the entire universe that is responsible for how you feel, or what you do not experience within your own perfectly private emotional world. Responsibility is necessary to undo all that the ego has set against you, for the ego has attempted a coup of the greatest vanity and vulgarity, trying in vain to overthrow the Light of Love with the darkness of singularity and timid nothingness, wishing that tribulations will topple you and that virtualization of perception will be some form of vindication of the ego’s presumption that it must be all that is actually real. It is not. The ego is an illusion and the Light of Love has never dimmed even one iota. But to accept that completely would be to transcend the ego utterly, and so it will fight with you every step of the way, constantly harranging you to listen to its explosive entreaties, for if you were to close your ears to the ego, the Song of God would gain evermuch clarity. All that is condemnatory of God is equally constrictive of you as well, for you are of God and of Love, and there is nothing at all that can be conceived of or perceived as occurring that will alter that Truth. These are the elections of the heart that are to be effected - choices not between oppositional conditionalities of form and substance, but rather contrasting parings of that which is nothing at all and that which is All That Is. One is Real, and its Name is Love. One is nothing at all, and it is known as fear. Choose which you feel is most appropriate for your own soul, and through your election, you will step closer to God or you will remain exactly the same. You cannot be lost when God has never forgotten you - you can only be seemingly confused as to the nature of your Nature, but that is not an encumbrance at all. That is merely a state of existence that is frightfully commonplace at this point in time, and so you are in good company indeed, if you are capable of perceiving the hearts of all of the other sleeping Children of God just as they are - as perfect reflections of your own purity and sanctity. All that is of God is United through Love. All that is of Truth is known through Love. All that is of freedom is liberated from your own heart upon your final acceptance that you have always been worthy of all of the Love that could possibly be Experienced in any way at all, and then infinitely more than even that most bounteous geyser of wild abandon might be. Accept your place in Creation and you will see that the darkness was illusion because the Light of God never altered - it was only your fears that obscured your Home from you.