To exist in multiple realms is both wonderful and frightful. Connected to the Mind of God, all things come into view. We see what cannot be seen, create what must be created, live what must be lived. Duality, first replaced by being in oneness, then by infinite pluralistic views, opens kaleidiscopic blooms of new and hypnotic rainbows, leading to the Face of God.

Meanwhile, outside my window, a songbird sings a song to an unseen lover. Spring's blooming force fills the air with fresh and wondrous possibilities. Love is at hand.

I healed his finger just a moment after he pricked it. He looked on in disbelief. The pain was gone. Connected to the source of perfection, pain needn't persist. Love fills the void; hope is the new voice; divinity remains.

The God within is always at perfect peace, indeed even in the shrill cries of the screaming infant.

Be healed.