There is a pretty morning awaiting you out there;
go out and sing in the sunshine and spread your cheer
throughout the gloom of the cloudy day. It matters not
the weather, for there is always something beautiful in
a day that finds you in the best of conditions and the
my loved ones, I AM Sananda, and I come to you this day
because I sense a deepening feeling of despair and
lassitude among some of you. I wish to address this with
you, and perhaps lead you out of this feeling and soar
with you into the laughter and peace of mind that brings
you a new feeling of power and wonder at the same time.
that there is no one on earth except you and one other
person. Who would that person be, if it were your
choice? Would it be your loved one who walks and lives
this life beside you, perhaps a child who brings you joy
and loving feelings? How about a neighbor, or a favorite
teacher? Maybe it will be the grocer on the corner who
always gives you the juiciest most ripe and delectable
you have your sole companion, and you walk through the
empty streets and seeing for the first time the absence
of despair around you. You look into the windows and see
no sign of life. Then you look closer and you see an
insect, crawling along the counter in the store. This
insect is one that before you would have swatted with no
hesitation, but now you watch as it goes about its way,
not bothering you, or causing you to be wary.
you go a little further and you stop in front of a store
that is all lit up like a Christmas tree, though it is
not Christmas. What is the occasion, and why have you
happened upon this? Then you remember your companion as
he comes up beside you. You reach out and remark that
the sight before you, while unexpected and unexplained,
is indeed beautiful.
friend then whispers that it is shining just like you,
and that it is a gift to you from the Universe. You
wonder at the words, for you did not realize that your
companion knew of such things. This is a wonderful
revelation, for you had not discussed such things with
him before. Is it possible that this was not mentioned
because you took too much time with other things?
maybe you dared not open the subject for to do so could
risk the close friendship that you shared. After all,
this subject is one that invites ridicule from those who
don’t understand. So you smile and say, that is true,
for I see it in your eyes. You reflect what I see in
friend smiles once more and sees that you are just a
little nervous about talking this way. He seeks to put
you at ease, and he opens the subject further. “You
are living your truth as surely as I live mine, my dear
friend. And as I live mine, I find that it is a flowing
and flexible truth that can change as often as I change
look at your friend with a new curiosity, for this is a
new side of him. Do you suppose that this is taking
place right now because there are no distractions, and
no possibility of someone overhearing this unusual
conversation? Or is it unusual; is perhaps the usual
conversation of the world, the unusual?
muse on that for a moment, and then your friend speaks
again. “Come, let’s go to the end of town and then
one mile further. Let’s see what lies just our of
reach of our eyes now.”
agree and soon you are on the outskirts and facing am
emptiness that is strangely silent. This emptiness
invites you into its stillness, and yet you feel an
unease within it. Are you not familiar with the sound of
your own body rhythms, or are you all too familiar? This
thought crosses your mind, and you look at the trees as
they sway in the breeze. You find that they flow with a
rhythm that matches your breathing. Why did I not ever
notice that before? Maybe it is because I never really
heard the silence of the surrounding countryside, and
then brought the focus of the tree to my understanding.
stay thus for a few minutes and then you discover that
your friend is nowhere to be found. You panic for a
moment, and then you hear a slight rustling behind you.
It is a dog, and he is looking at you as if he has never
seen a human being before. This dog is unlike any you
have seen before, for he wears a huge grin, and winks at
you with his curlicue eyes. The lashes that adorn his
eyes curl up and touch his forehead like a fan touches
the top of the wall.
dog seems slightly familiar, and you stoop to pat it.
Upon this gesture, he turns and wags his tail upon his
retreat. You start after him, but wait for you feel it
intrusion. As the dog trots out of sight, you hear
another rustle, and this time it is your friend, who
bears a grin as big as all outdoors.
friend,” he says, “You are awash with wonder this
day, and I see that your heart is lighter. Is there a
stillness within that speaks of the peaceful expression
know not what to do,” you say, “For I am too much in
myself to know what I am feeling. I just am what I am,
and have no words. I feel as if the world is all around
me, and yet this silence and emptiness shows that it is
but look again, my friend, and you shall see what is
here in this moment.” My friends gestures in sweeping
flourish and turns a circle in his flowing way.
look as he suggests and I see as I turn that people are
everywhere, and that dogs and cats are playing their
games, and the organ grinder and monkey are wandering
through the crowd playing their magic for the children
as they giggle and dance in glee.
is this,” I gasp, for there was a moment ago just the
dog, my friend and me in the world, now it is crowded
and happy as a lark. “What is taking place, and what
am I to do with this scene?”
is only that which you perceive, and then there is all
that you ever perceived. How long since you have seen an
organ grinder and his monkey? Is there a time when you
found so many people with smiles on their faces?
looked at my friend and I saw that he too looked oddly
unfamiliar, while I knew him so well. Why was the world
so strange this day? I searched for an answer through
the crowd and then I looked once again in my friend’s
eyes. There I saw heaven, and the ways in which I
perceived it. It was all there, all the thoughts I had
ever had about heaven throughout my life. All the
beautiful angels and the harps and the clouds and the
beings with beards come to greet me at the gates. All
that I ever thought it would be was right there in front
of me in that moment of eternity.
blinked and it was gone. It was once again the blue of
his eyes with me reflected in them. This was also as I
had perceived, that I was he in a way that was beyond
words. I was him, so why was it necessary to have him in
another body? Was it because I needed to talk to someone
and it couldn’t be what I perceived as no one else? Or
was it because I would be perceived as crazy if I talked
then who would hear me? Would I consider myself crazy,
and if so, what would it matter, for it was my world and
I could make it anything I wanted?
That was it! I could make my world anything I wanted,
because I was part of the whole! I was me and everyone
else and no one could dispute who and what I AM, for in
so doing they dispute themselves. It was clear to me
now, that I AM all there is and myself at the same time.
I could make this day for me anything I wanted, for it
is my day, and everyone else’s.
strode home with my companion. The day was beginning to
wane as the shadows grew longer and the sun lowered in
the sky. As I neared my home I heard the sound of the
neighbor’s lawn mower. Then I heard the cry of the
children across the street echoing through the
I heard the sound of the mother calling the children in
to wash their hands for supper, I knew that my house was
just around the corner, for it was my beloved’s voice
that called to my own children.
hurried to the sight of my home, and family; then I
slowed my walk in order to gaze upon the scene with
renewed love and appreciation. This is my world, and no
matter what the weather brings, no matter what the day
throws my way, I shall from now on catch it and play
with it as much as my light heart will suggest.
shall be the best of all that I desire, and I shall look
at life with a new zing and a new understanding, for I
have seen heaven, and I have seen myself in all of you.
This is my finest hour and I AM the day and the night
and all of life forevermore. Sing a song, and join the
chorus of all the organ grinders, and dance with all the
monkeys for they know the Grace of God.
you dear Master Sananda,