This world you seem to live in is not home to you. And somewhere in your mind you know that this is true. A Memory of your true Home keeps beckoning you, as if there were a Place that sought your return although you do not remember where, nor what the Memory is of. Yet still you feel a stranger here, from somewhere inside yourself all unknown to you. Nothing so definite that you could say with certainty that you are in exile here. Just a persistent feeling, sometimes not more than a tiny throb, at other times hardly remembered, actively dismissed, but surely to return to mind and heart again.
Everyone knows this experience. Yet some try to put by their longing for their true Home in games they play to occupy their time and keep their sadness from them. Others will deny that they are sad, and do not recognize their tears at all. Still others will maintain that this feeling is illusion, not to be considered more than as a dream. Yet who in simple honesty, without defensiveness and self-deception, would deny they understand the experience of which we speak?
We speak today for everyone who walks this world, for no one here is at home. Each goes uncertainly about in endless search, seeking in darkness what they cannot find, not recognizing what it is they seek. A thousand homes they make, yet none contents their restless mind. They do not understand that they attempt in vain to find or build their home here. The home they seek cannot be made by them. There is no substitute for Heaven. All they ever made was some form of the sad dream of separation.
Perhaps you think it is your childhood home that you would find again. The childhood of your body and its place of shelter are a memory now so distorted that you merely hold an image of a past that never happened in truth. Yet there is a Child in you who knows It is a wanderer here, and seeks Its Creator’s House. The Innocence and Truth of this Child is eternal.
Wherever this Child is is holy ground. It is Its Holiness that lights up Heaven, and that brings to Earth the pure Reflection of the Light beyond, wherein are Earth and Heaven joined as One. It is this Child in you your Creator knows as Its Own Child. It is this Child Who knows Its Creator.
This Child desires to go Home so deeply, so unceasingly, Its Voice cries unto you to let It rest a while. It does not ask for more than just a few instants of respite; just an interval in which It can return to breathe again the holy Air that fills Its Creator’s House. You are this Child’s Home as well, and It will return to you. Just give It a little time to be Itself within the Peace that is Its Home, resting in Silence and Peace and Love.
This Child needs your protection. It is far from Its eternal Home. It is so little that It seems so easily shut out, Its tiny Voice so readily obscured, Its calls for help almost unheard amid the grating sounds and harsh and rasping noises of the world. Yet does It know that in you still abides Its sure Protection. You will fail It not. It will go Home, and you along with It.
This Child is your Innocence and Defenselessness and your Strength. It trusts in you. It came to you because It knew you would not fail. It sings softly and unceasingly of Its Home to you. For It would bring you to your true Home with It, that you reside there in your Totality, and not return again where you don’t belong and where you are a wanderer in a world of strange thoughts. Its Patience has no limits. It will wait until you hear Its gentle Voice within you, calling you to let It go in Peace, along with you, to where It is at home, and you with It.
When you are still even just an Instant, when the world recedes from you, when valueless ideas cease to have value in your restless mind, then will you hear this Child’s Voice, Which becomes the Voice of the Divine. So poignantly It calls to you that you will no longer resist It. In that Instant It will take you to your true Home, and you will stay with It in perfect Stillness, silent and at peace, beyond all words, untouched by fear and doubt, sublimely certain that you are at home.
Rest with It frequently today. For It has become as a little Child that you might learn of It how strong are they who let all defenses go, offering only Love’s Messages to those who have not yet allowed themselves to hear this Child’s Song. It holds the Might of Heaven in Its Hand and calls everyone friend, and gives Its Strength to them that they may see It would be Friend to them. It asks that they protect It, for Its Home is far away, and It will not return to It alone.
Divine Essence is born anew as a little Child each time a wanderer would go Home. For each must learn that what they would protect is only this Child, who comes defenseless and who is protected by Defenselessness. From time to time today go with It to your Home, for you are as much a stranger here as It.
Take time today to lay aside your shields that offer you nothing, and lay down the weapon you raised against an enemy without existence. Divine Essence has called you Friend. It has even come to you to ask your help in letting It go Home, completed and completely. It has come as does a little child who must beseech their parent for protection and for love. This Child cocreates the Universe with Its Creator, and yet It beckons you unceasingly to return Home with It, releasing yourself from all illusions that merely keep you in forgetfulness.
You cannot lose your Innocence or the Truth. It is for These you yearn. These are your heart’s desire. This is the Voice you hear, and this the Call that cannot be denied. The holy Child remains with you. Its Home is yours. Today It gives you Its Defenselessness, and you accept It in exchange for all the toys of conflict you have made. And now the Way is open, and the journey has an end in sight at last. Be still a moment and go Home with It and be at peace awhile.