In the very beginning, when time and space and suchlike were yet to sort themselves out; where neither somewhere nor nowhere was any place to speak of and nothing in particular had actually got around to happening just yet, there was me.
Now there may be some of you who, as you go about your lives in a biosphere so stuffed full of members of your own species that you are rapidly running out of spaces in which to put them all, have found yourselves to be lonely. To you, I would say this:
There is no thing more alone than the no-thing that I am.
There is no one more alone than the all-one that I am.
I am the alone. I am the all one.
I am the One.
I am the All.
Therefore I am not lonely.
Out of myself, I create worlds.
Out of myself, I create life forms.
Out of myself, I create you.
As you, I experience company.
As you, I experience friendship. As you, I experience union.
I am the life in you. I am the form through which your life is expressed.
I am the universe in which you move. I am the paper upon which you write your story.
I am the pen, the ink and the teller of tales.
I am the painter, the paint and the painting.
I am the canvas, the picture and the brush.
I am the outward path which causes you to forget your unity and to see yourself as separate.
I am the way back and I am that which causes you to re-member.
I am the truth that you seek.
I am the seeker and the sought.
I am the finder and the found.
I am the light that guides you home and I am your home.
I am that which is home and also that which seems not to be home.
There is nowhere that I am not.
There is no when that I am not.
There is no thing that I am not.
I am myself and I am yourself.
You are yourself and you are myself.
Being found, you find that you were never lost, nor can you ever be lost.
Being united, you know that you were never separate, nor can you ever be separated.
There was never any separation.
And I tell you this:
In all this infinity of time, there is only now.
In all this infinity of space, there is only here.
In all this infinity of diversity, there is only unity.
In fullness, there is emptiness.
In emptiness, there is fullness.
And in all of this, there is love.
You are loved.
You are love.
You cannot be unloved when you are love itself.
Knowing this, how can you be lonely?
The illusion of loneliness arises only as contrast so that you can experience the joy of union.
Where the illusion of loneliness arises, let your light shine forth like a beacon before those who walk in darkness.
Let your love flow as freely as the life force that gave rise to you.
In this life, let every life-form be your beloved companion.
And let your love be the light that brings them home.
For it is written:
“Be love, my beloved
for love is what you are,
love is what you have always been,
and love is what you always will be.”