You are wound up so tight.

Sometimes I can barely get a word through to you.

But you hear me now and you feel love now, no matter how small.

Every time a thought comes, pivot.

Back to this love, back to this pivot. Back to this love.

Back to this channel.

Back to this stream.

Back to this well.

This is the only feed that matters.

It's not this voice.

The love it's pointing to.

The love you can continue to feel even after this ends.

Even when the world ends, the love is.

It was, and it will always be. It was before you appeared to be. It was before Abraham.

I am before Abraham. I am before you right now. But you take me to be a phone or a table or a desk or a lamp or a person. You look out and you see that body and you don't know you're looking at my church.

You're not looking at your world. You're looking at my kingdom, but you misperceive me.

You look right past me, right through me, and you see something that is not there, and then you

pray about that. You fret about that. You worry about them. Don't resist it. Come up here and look at it.

Where is it? It is not. Love is. And until you know it is not there, fill me, fill love all day. there are no days this is revelation i love you