I know you are living because you still feel.
The dead no longer feel.
You think you are among them … but I know you are faking it.
You are wearing a mask because you fear what is underneath.
The dead have no mask. They rotted away for all to see.
I see the pain inside of you. You cannot hide it, because I also feel it.
You see two worlds. A world you love and a world you live in.
But there is no difference between these places except that you have omitted yourself from one of them.
It is in the separation of these worlds where you live.
And so if you want to live in the world that you love, then you must love both yourself and the world.
The world is always whole and complete as you have painted it.
The dead — the mortal — only see opportunity and conquest in this void that you have made between worlds, because they are looking for themselves.
How do you love yourself if you cannot find yourself?
The dead fill the place where you have left and are showing you how to find yourself — to see what you need to see.
They are forcing you to see the love you have for them, but not for yourself.
You have compassion for the whole world, but when you have omitted yourself, the world has none for you.
And so the dead eat the dead, looking for the love you have hidden.
The dead are as forever and eternal as you are — and they will never stop coming for you until you stop coming for yourself.
And if you cannot see yourself, you cannot find where the void is to put yourself back into it.
I know you are crying because it is raining here … Because you are my world.
You found me when I was dead … and showed me that I wasn’t.
Was I showing you where you were hidden?
The world is a reflection of what we hold inside. Our hearts.
And if you are my world, that means you are my heart.
And if you are my heart, then what can I do other than show you how much I love you?
For the world you love and the world I love are the same place and the same heart.
And when you love yourself, you love the world as the world then loves you.
Because you are also beautiful and worthy of that love and so the world then shows you because it must.
And the dead will wander away, or return to the living, as you are showing them the way home.
When you come home, you will see the beauty you omitted from yourself and the world to create your experience of separation.
You will see the ones who love you — showing you what you now hold inside and are no longer hiding.
And what are you now holding inside that you are able to see?
Love.