HEAVEN #1845 On the Moment of Your Awakening
November 23, 2005
God said:
What words do you imagine I would ask
you to say on the moment of your awakening from sleep on this morning of
your life? What simple thought would I ask you to think? What formula
would I give you to pump through your veins? What impulse would I give you
to course through your DNA?
When you wake in the morning, let these
lovely words run through your head: Good morning, O Lord, I am in Thy
Presence.
Good morning, O Lord, I am in Thy
Presence. This is all. This way you escalate yourself to Me. You move
yourself over to Me. You keep some of the awareness that you recognized
during the nighttime you call sleep.
I tell you to say: Good morning, O
Lord, I am in Thy Presence. I do not tell you to wake and say: Oh, God,
Come to Me. In saying that, you would be overlooking the Reality that I
am always present.
If you say: O, Lord, I need you, you
are affirming your misguided sense that I have been absent. Thus, you
would wait for Me rather than awaken to Me, and so overlook the great joy
of moving toward Me even though the moving is only in awareness. Take the
imaginary step of coming into My Presence. Through imagination is the only
way you can take a step toward Me. Immersed in one another as We are, how
can either of Us actually take a step closer? Can Oneness come closer to
Oneness?
When We are Oneness, what can be added?
Where is there to go? If only you could believe. If only you could keep
the knowing with you consciously always. If only you could forget the wary
thought of Our ever having been anywhere except with each other, except as
We are right now, except as One Light burning bright. Surely you know how
My heart yearns and burns for your heart to become intimate with Mine, so
intimate that you know only Our simple Oneness, so intimate that any
division is impossible to contemplate, to have as a forethought or
afterthought, to have as a concept to even conceive of, inconceivable even
in absurdity.
Awake in the morning and say: Good
morning, O Lord, I am in Thy Presence, and you shall be speaking Truth as
close as words can get. You will be acknowledging that this is a good
morning, and that you are with Me as I am with you. Then the edges blur,
as blur they must, and you and I arise from the bed in Oneness. In tandem
are We. In holy love are We. I AM, and that is all there is to it. Now you
say: I AM. And then you will have captured the palace that was where you
lived to begin with. You will have captured your own heart.
I am always awake, and My call is:
Beloveds, come to Me. Remember Me. Remember Who and where I AM. I do not
say, Beloveds, wait for Me. I do not say, Beloveds, I am on My way.
No, I say: I am here. I say: I am here, wake to Me.
Who is it Who speaks? Who is it Who
says: I am here. Who is it Who says: Come to Me. Who is it Who
listens? Who is it Who hears Himself?
Say I with a capital letter. That is
different from me, me, me. The sound me compresses the lips. But I is
not selfishness. I is awareness. It is a vowel. It is not a moan. It is
a call to yourself. Let the vowel sound issue softly from your throat as
light as air, your mouth so open it is a megaphone, and so the sound you
make echoes into the world and through the universe, arcs and arcs of
vibration, and the sound you, which comes through pursed lips, will not
be a pleasure to make or thought to have. I will exist, and the concept
you will not even exist, and, so, the imagined blending into Oneness
will be complete.
