My children are inclined to think that the doldrums are the reality of life. You may nod your head and commiserate: “Yes, that is so.” You may think that joy is impermanent, and the dreary is real. You have it backwards. Enlivenment is real. Dullness is a false witness.

When you are going at the speed of light, you are not aware that you are. It is not speed that you require, for you are already beaming at the speed of light. You are atoms flashing like stars. You certainly are not to be like sirens blaring loudly that there is danger in the night.

Every so-called moment that you are alive on Earth, contrary to popular opinion, is magnificent. If this were the only moment you had on Earth, you would know that this moment is magnificent. You would dispense with the idea that life as it seems to you in the world is anything less than magnificence. If this moment would hold still, you would know this well, yet false time tries to run away with you, and false time dissuades you from Magnificence.

If you arrived new to Earth just as you are right now after an imagined thousand years of absence without awareness of time, with time out of the picture, you would see a Masterpiece. You would see. You would see what is right before you which you presently may not even glance at. You would light up and sigh, “Ah, what a world.” You would behold the Magnificence of what God hath wrought.

You are living in a magic moment right now only it is not a moment. It is Eternity. It is not eyesight within which you note Eternity. It is with a sense that has no name with which you see as if reflected in a mirror. Eternity is all that there is. There is no juncture of time, no junctures at all. Juncture is a nice expression, yet it does not yield fruit.

Right now on Earth, probably, you don’t see the gold under your feet. You look everywhere and do not see the Real Event. You look everywhere and do not see. It is like you have absconded with yourself off somewhere. It’s like you have taken a train out of town, so to speak. Your body that is whirling atoms and does not truly exist seems to ride on a train on a track. The train and the track are fiction. You, the Key and Essence of Life, you, who purport to ride the rails, you exist, not as a particle of the world - no, you exist grander than that. You exist grander than the extent of the whole imagined world. You exist greater than that, for Thy Name Is Love.

As yet, you simply have not identified yourself. My Name is the same as yours. My Name is Love.

Love exists as Truth. Exploits in the world exist as fiction of all kinds. Headlines, firecrackers, and marquees do not hold a candle to you, not even a glimmer of you.

You, who may hang on to life with all your breath, are Life in Its Entirety. All the existence of life is emblazoned within you.

Oneness isn’t searching for you. You, Who are Oneness Itself, search your Self. Oneness is contained within you. What a Light in the field of Eternity you are. You never disappear, for you are Infinity, lock, stock, and barrel.

You don’t have to look for your existence, for you are Existence Yourself. You are shared everywhere. You shine everywhere. You are the Bright Light of Love, and ever were you, and never were you not.

You ARE. You ARE. You ARE. I AM, and so ARE YOU, for I AM ONE with you. There is naught but Oneness. You have been sidetracked. You sidetracked yourself, beloved.