Little One, there is much for you to understand with regard to your life, with regard to the velocity with which you move, ever gracefully through places of terror and grace. There have been difficult days for you, Little One, more so because you had grown used to companionship, yet have we not enjoined you to not become attached to the source of your blessing?
Little One, how is it that the quality of your life is so fragile, that your peace of mind can be shattered by bumps in the night? How fragile is your existence, Little One? How brittle is your experience? We would ask you now: What is life? What is love? What is truth? What is reality? Has any of this changed? What has changed in these last weeks, Little One, but your relationship to the illusion that you have created in your life? Take the boards off the windows, Little One. Remember the truth and look to the light.
Be love. Be loved. Beloved.
