Beloved, I know that you would like to make life on Earth beautiful for all if you could.
Life runs of its own accord. You do not have the freedom to order life around.
Naturally, you prefer life one way or another. Another day, you may prefer life again to change its position. You have a hard time making up your mind.
Tell Me, Beloved, whom would you rather move the chessmen around in the world in preference to Me? Of course, you know what you like and all that you don’t – very clearly after the fact.
You do know you want to avoid all pain and dissension on Earth for all. You suppose that, Ah, if you had My vision, you too would be more laid back.
You do not have My vision. Beloved, you have to let chips fall where they may. You are told…
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