My beloved Children. You are not my children: that is an illusion. You are ME. In form. Pure drops of Me.

You are the ocean in a drop, not a drop in the ocean, as Rumi noted.

Let that sink in. What does that mean about your beauty? Your power? Your strength? Your soverignty? Your ability to dream, create and shape?

You have it all. You ARE it all. Everything is You. Within You. Of You. Through You.

Allow yourself to sink into these words even more deeply. As you look around you, do you like being you? Do you enjoy your life? When are you in-joy? In peace? In love? In creativity? In serenity?

I am not suggesting you change everything right here, right now. My purpose is more subtle. I wish you to find joy in being you, because you are a sacred, divine god. I wish for that knowledge to unfurl within you, so you may be enriched by your sacred, divine birthright.

You are beyond nobel, royal, human. You are divine. A powerful, manifesting creator of love, joy, peace and kindness.

Enjoy being you. Move into enjoyment at being you in every moment. However wonderful, troubled, gifted, failed, loving, problematic, fabulous… you think you may be, let it go.

I’m giving you a clean slate. Chose to enjoy some aspect of being you.

You are a rich complex tapestry of elements you accept and reject, love and loath, allow it all to simply be.