God said:

Stardom is yours. You belong to the stars. From the beginning of time, from the world’s calculated beginning, you and the stars came out and blinked in wonder. Starlight fell on the Earth, and the light was yours. You traveled on the rays of starlight, and you travel still.

You are far more than an occupant of Earth. You are far more than an occupant of a galaxy or all galaxies or all Universes. You are far more than any imagining. You are far more than you fathom, for you see only aspects of your self. You have glanced away from your Self. You have forgotten the light I bequeathed to you. You have forgotten.

And now you begin to remember. You have inklings. Mostly you don’t quite know how to deal with these inklings so you put them away to palm another time. It would take your breath away if you could accept even an inkling of Who and What you are. An inkling of you longs to be a revelation.

There is no mirror on Earth that can hold your radiance. All the mirrors would crack. It is as if all mirrors are already cracked, for you see not yourself but an infracted image of yourself, a shattered spattering of yourself. And what you do see is a bewildering reflection, a minute reflection not even half-reflected, for you fear you would be blinded if you had a glimpse of yourself beyond the gravity of human life.

The world you see is not the world I see. Which of Us has better eyesight? Can you concede in this? Can you concede that you have closed your eyes to yourself? You are sitting on a diamond mine, and you see broken glass. You are a gold mine of love, and you play patty-cakes with sundry emotions, making a big to-do over them, pretending to yourself that you are this little painting you see in the broken mirror of your heart.

Come out to play with Me. Enough of hide-go-seek. Enough of hide. Cast your eyes.. If you would look at yourself squarely in the eye, you would begin to see the sparkling light that equals the sun’s rays, sparkling light that could outshine the sun’s rays. You would begin to see the light, and you would be nourished by it, and you would cast this marvelous light of Ours everywhere all the time without cease.

It is good to know Who you are. What a contrast there is between your pretend self and your Real Self. Of course, you have it all backwards. What you tend to call Reality, is a mere flash in the pan. The Truth is that you and your brothers and sisters are sparkling light that you see as separate shards of glass. There is a better looking-glass, beloveds, and it is your soul which makes you the Great Light of the Universe.

In this body of yours, you have seen yourself small. Today, now, see yourself differently. Crawling insects exist, yet you are not one of them. You stand erect. Your light reaches to Heaven. You stand tall. You are the Light of Heaven that you look for.

Look within. Find your light within, and then you will light the stars. The stars will look to you. The stars will look to equal your light. You are a traveler of light. This is how you reach everywhere. You ride on rays of light that you presently seek. These rays of light are Who you are. You are not a creature. You are Light. You are My light. You are the Light of the World. Say it. Say: “I am the Light of the World.”