By Your Very Climbing of Mountains

[Rosemary Guenther]

HEAVEN #3229 By Your Very Climbing of Mountains, September 27, 2009

God said:

Wake up, sleepyhead. Nothing is as it seems. Nothing is as
you thought. There is a whole new day dawning. You are
dawning it. The world goes nowhere without you. The world
offers you its compliance. And yet you may have missed out
on seeing this beautiful non-event in all its glory.

You may be waiting for this or that, and, yet, it is
yourself you wait for. You are waiting for yourself to
wake up. You may think you are waiting for the world to
wake up and get going, yet, all the while, the world is a
tributary of you.

By your very climbing of mountains, you honor them. Your
feet fall on the mountains, and so the mountains know
their magnificence. They know it through you. You are the
breath and breadth of the mountains. You inhale and exhale
the mountains. Therefore, they exist. They exist for you
to climb on, just as the woods exist for you to run
through and the oceans exist for you to swim through and
sail on. All the while, life on Earth is a twist of your
wrist.

Everything exists for you, and you exist for it. You are
in tandem. Unbeknownst to you, you are in tandem with the
Whole Universe. You are the making of it. The world is the
mirror you hold up. It is your mirror. Your very breath
forms a mist on the mirror. The mist surrounding the
mountains is veritably you.

You, My beloveds, paint on the Universe every day. You
make expressions on people's faces. It is as if you draw
moustaches on the faces of some, and shave the others, or
add becoming make-up. You throw confetti up in the sky.
You do make up the Universe that is made for you, just as
you are made for it. You make the world go round.

Who can tell the difference between anything? What aspect
of you do the mountains reveal? Whatever you discover at
the top of the mountain, you can be sure it is yourself
you discover. You may think the mountain has surrendered
to you, yet it is you who has surrendered to the mountain.

You are, indeed, part of every leaf that blows. You are
the breeze from the trees, and you are the one who looks
at trees near and far with wonderment.

This same wonderment is how I look at you! What wonder did
I make when I made you! How could I invent so many
intricacies, and, yet, even so, you make and remake
yourself. Even when you lag, you are in process of great
revealment. You are, indeed, a self-made man or woman. And
yet you did not make yourself in one fell swoop. You are
making yourself now.

You were always Mine, you understand, and now you pursue
this making of you Mine. The search is on. You are like
the bumblebee that buzzes. You are like the butterfly that
alights on My nose. Seemingly, you fly inside and outside
Me. I am real, yet the existence of Me outside you is not
possible. You imagine it is. You imagine very well.
Meanwhile, We inhale and exhale Each Other even when there
is superbly only One of Us.

Let Us be straight with each other. We are here for love.
I created you for this, and you create yourself anew every
day for this. We are on the same page. We do see alike. We
are Oneness transforming our One Self into Oneness, into
the recognition of Oneness. We can say it is for the sake
of Oneness that I exist and the supposed you exists. The
wonderful thing is that We exist in every beating heart.

Allness becomes Oneness. Allness mounts the steed of Our
One Self, My One Self alone.

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