Dear Beloved

I know you are in pain, and yet you continue to journey on your own. I have tried to reach you many times but you have resisted all my attempts to make a connection with you. It saddens me to see you like this, but I must respect the contract I made with you before you left for earth.

You knew that there was darkness there. You knew that you might get lost in it and forget me, but you also knew that I would never abandon you or force you to wake up. You and I agreed that you would have the same consciousness as I have, and the same freedom to choose. 

And so you have created your own world, separate from me. Who am I?

I am love. I am peace. I am depth. I am presence. I am love streaming through the sunlight. I am the wind dancing through the branches. I am the oak tree and the butterfly in its shade. I am the invitation to surrender into the arms of love, but you have forgotten me. You have turned your face away from me, and I love you. Always.

Hear me, please. Let me reach into your beating heart and heal you of your pain. Let me pour my love into you so that you remember who you are. This love is the oxygen that you crave, because you have always craved love. Admit it. You love to love. You love to be loved. You know that your essence is love, and you long to return to who you are.

Today is another chance for you. Drop the illusion that you and me are separate. Stop looking at everyone else and blaming the world for your unhappiness. It is a LIE! Stop telling the story of your pain. Stop reliving the past, the wounds, the betrayals – otherwise you are feeding yourself poison. You keep the pain alive by the stories that go around in your head. See them for what they are – creations that have nothing to do with love.

Please stay with me awhile and feel my love. Let our love together touch into the pain and the wounds and the hurt. Surrender the stories to where they belong – the past. Let it all go now, and stay with me. I am the one who has not forgotten you. I am the gentle touch of the wind and the rainbow in the sky. Listen to your heartbeat as it pulses with life. Life. Pulsing. Within you. With every breath.

What greater gift could there be? So listen to the heartbeat of life, the pulse of the Universe. Can you hear it, my dear one? Put your hand now on your heart and close your precious eyes. Breathe me into your heart. Open to me. You are safe. You are always loved. Know that. Feel that. Breathe. Breathe deeper. I am with you, always. I have always been, and I will always be.

Let me cry with you. Let me laugh and soar with you too. Take my hand and let us fly together, you and me, as we breathe every moment together. Now we can journey into your future, which we can create with love. That, my dear one, is your calling – to create with love, just as I have.

I am who I am. Say that to yourself. I am who I am. It is my gift to you. You may not understand it, but it is true. Say it to yourself over and over. You know who you are. You are made in my image.