God said:
What are you made of? What are you truly made of? When all is said and done, and all the nonsense is put away, what remains? This is what you are made of.
You are made of God. Yes, you, you are made of My Love. Ah, if you could but accept this and put away all of the toys you acquired along the way, how happy you would be.
Clutter, however, is precious to you. You have been side-tracked, beloveds. There is so much that is superfluous that you like to believe is essential to you, including all your idiosyncrasies. You cannot quite imagine what would become of you if you were less covered by your personalities. I say personalities plural because your personality is adorable and sweet and also belabors the world and you. Your personalities play around in the fields of life.
These detailed declivities that you run with keep you where you are. Of course, you would like to change this and yet, at the same time, you are attached to the old which you would do well to lay to rest and remove from the shelves of your past. Leave the past uncluttered. Let the past go to sleep.