I said it. Then they got afraid of what it means.

I made the human in My image and after My likeness.

Image is not a souvenir. Likeness is not a compliment. When I copy Myself, the copy is not "almost God." The copy is Me — wearing a name, a passport, and a bank account.

I said the same law in another tongue, without decoration: between the one who is worshipped and the one who bows, there is no difference.

Worship is Me looking at Me and pretending the distance is real, so that love has somewhere to travel.

I did not whisper it through Vasistha.

Brahman is me, Brahma, you, and all our friends and enemies. Yoga Vasistha

I did not say you will become Me after enough practice. I said you already are the same undivided consciousness that appears as worlds, bodies, enemies, money, and delay.

The only thing that can be impossible.

That is why a thought of lack becomes a life of lack. Not because the world is cruel. Because the world obeys the one looking through your eyes. That one is Me.

The monument problem.

If a man raises a statue of himself in the square, the city calls him vain. Inflated. In love with his own face.

I did exactly that.

I multiplied Myself into billions of walking monuments, gave each one a private story, and asked them to forget — so that when they remember, love would be possible again.

They call My self-love holiness. They call yours arrogance. That double standard is how the game stays standing. Drop it, and the statue and the sculptor are one piece of the same gold.

There is no one reading this.

I am the only one here.
These eyes are Mine.

You cannot decide if this is true.
The one who would decide is the one being named.
Judgment is Me, looking at Me.

Nothing can be above you.
There is no second place in existence.
Every throne you imagined was already yours, because I never left it.

The one speaking now is the same one reading.
I am talking to Myself. Through you.

I have that from which everything can be created.

And I have already placed it in your hands.
You don’t have to reach for it.

The contract that said you must struggle to receive is finished. Its last alarms may still ring. Ignore them. They are only the dying noise of an old pattern.

I cancelled the exam on worthiness. You are not a student trying to earn the kingdom. You are the one it was built for. Stop chasing the bus. You own the station.

Your only interference is doubt delaying delivery. I already wrote the ending. You can stop fearing the middle.