God said:

What you are to be, you already are. If an acorn is the seed of the oak tree, do you think you are less than an acorn? Do you really? What do you want to be? A sluggard? Or an asset? A hapless victim blown by the breeze? You can capably stand on your own two legs.

Unless you are the Conductor of the Orchestra of Your Life, I will tell you frankly that your vision is quite limited. I would say your vision is way too small. Wow, have you overlooked the Wholeness of the Truth of you? You refuse to look at it. You don't look at your Self. You overlook your Self as if you are not part of Creation and a Creator as well.

Who ever told you to be a fumbling half-mast creator?

You clutter your life. You assume that you are the clutter itself strewn around. A clear Stream of God runs through you. You cover up this stream with leaves and branches. Remove the clutter, and you see the Golden Light of Reality. When all is said and done, who is the Golden Light of Reality? Well, you are.

You collect many things that are not you, and you may keep adding to the pile that flattens your joy of life.

You are the air itself that you breathe. You are the Sun that warms you. You are the heights of the mountains you climb. You are the Vastness you see before you, only you give Vastness the scant name of Hope rather than its true names of Vastness and Love. You fear that you will disappear in Vastness. You may even prefer a toehold in ignorance. You do not quite dare tread where Wholeness is.

You are not required to be anything for anyone, not even for yourself. Surprised? I knew you would be!The only thing The Universe asks of you is to love. Once you have that down, figuring out who you CHOOSE to be is effortless! ~ Creator

https://thecreatorwritings.wordpress.com/2016/05/19/surprise-2/

We encourage you to become love detectives, to actively be on the lookout for the love that exists for you, always. Love presents itself to you in many ways – in the heart-shaped leaf on the sidewalk, from the sun beaming its love upon you, from the kindness of another, from the affection of an animal, or the sweet trust of a child. The more you choose to see its existence for you right now, the more you will experience its constant presence in your life. Once you recognize love is a stream that is always available to you, you will embrace it even more, allowing it to flow to you, and through you, with appreciation, wonder, and joy, and that, Dear Ones, is how life becomes absolutely magical. ~Archangel Gabriel

http://trinityesoterics.com/2016/05/19/daily-message-thursday-may-19-2016/

God said:

All you have to do is to be with Me. Being with Me is Being. Being is like a platform you stand on. Being isn't doing. From this platform of Being, you are. All you have to do is to be with Me. There is no doing to do. There is Being to Be, which you already are. You just don't see what is in front of you. You may glance askew.

You do not have to stand on tip-toes to be with Me. It is not a far-reach to be with Me. If I am Omnipresent, I am right with you. Ah, yes, you think of Me as separate from you. So you see Me outside you. Outside you means apart from you. Likely, the image you have of Us is not exactly true.

You can call Me a Partner with you. Therefore, you are also a Partner with Me. Funny, the more you seek Me as if away from you, separated from you, the more self-absorbed you may be. Too finite, it would seem. Too finite for words, that is.

The world uses words such as farther and closer, yet there is no distance between Us. You may feel that, yet feelings, as real as they may illustriously seem to you, are not real. They are a fancy you have adopted as real. You call your feelings real. You have assumed these feelings. You wear these as due you. Anyway, these feelings are not your reality. I am your Reality. You have applied your feelings to the top side of you. Feelings, no matter how important to you, are no more than a little varnish on wood. Varnish is not the wood. Varnish is only a little film that is painted on the wood. Varnish is hardly the wood itself.