Infinite Being

Everything in Heaven and on Earth flows from My heart, and the same is true of your heart, that which you perceive as your heart fluttering in your chest. Beloveds, you are the Heart of the World. You, who are the beat of My heart, the echo of My heart, My very heart, are the drummer of the world. You set the pace, the rhythm, and the tone of the world. You bang the drums. You clang the gong. I am Mighty in My magnificence. You are Mighty in My magnificence. Magnificence is.
 
And yet what is this about Ours? What is this about yours, and what is this about Mine? Since when am I a God of Mine and thine? I do not separate Us for one moment of thought, and yet I use the words, Mine and thine. I am trying to express the Inexpressible.
 
We can even say that, regardless of My brilliance and acute conceptuality, I do not think at all, and yet the Greatest Thoughts come forth from Me. I will say that you are My Greatest Thought, and yet I did not think you into existence. You burst forth from My heart. Light from My heart burst forth, and, at the same time, light never left My heart. There was no place for light to go, for all is situated in My heart. Is that not a good thing?
 
I am the Doer, and yet I do not do. I do nothing. I do not run around. I am Everywhere, yet I do not run around. What act do I perform?
 
How great are thinking and doing. I am far more than thinking, far more than doing, and so are you.
 
I AM Being. I AM. The power of Being has not yet sunk in to you. You cannot grasp it. Being is not graspable. Who can grasp it? For Being to be grasped, it would require Being to be isolated in order to grasp its ungraspable Self. The fact is that there is nothing but Being. There is Beingness. In the language of the world, We can translate Beingness into Oneness or One or Unity, or Love. Oh, the Magnificence of Being.  

You, too, are decidedly the Magnificence of Being. Oh, yes, mostly, you are unaware, and yet you have had those few moments of Exquisite Beingness when you breathe in Exquisite Being, when you are immersed in it, when you have a glimpse, as it were, that Being is all there is. You have a glimpse of what always is, and yet there is No One to glimpse the Unglimpsible. In those few moments, there is nothing more to want. There is nothing more. If there were, there is no one to want it . In those few moments, you stand in grace. You spotted yourself as grace. It is as if you pronounced yourself grace even as you said not a word. There was no word to speak. And who was there to speak it?
 
You who are in grace call yourself by other names. You even wear name tags. You have an i.d. to show. Who is showing it, and who perceives that which does not really exist except in name or word? It is unfathomable. It is all unfathomable because there is nothing to fathom. You measure the physical which does not exist yet appears to exist. And you cannot measure Being. You can only be Being. You can only be the Vastness of Being, imperceptible Being, Being not thought of, Being not done, Being that simply is. Eternal Being. Infinite Being. Of course, Being cannot be fathomed. It can only be.

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