No race, no finish line

My dear friends, we love you so very much,

There is, upon your earth, a tendency to race toward a mythical finish line. You want to finish your dinner so you can have dessert, complete your work so you can rest, or push yourself to get everything done so you can enjoy your time off. You reward yourselves for your accomplishments and feel guilty or “less than” when you feel you have not achieved what you think you should.

This is not natural to your soul. It is a programmed condition. You are not machines here to complete a program. You are not students being graded and judged by your accomplishments. You are life itself, having an experience in your human forms. You are love expanding. You are creators, ensuring that creation keeps creating.

The finish line is not the date at which you complete an assignment, nor the day when you have saved a certain amount in your bank account. It is not the moment you complete your to-do list, or the time when you finally finish healing an injury. It is not the day when your ex ceases to bother you, or the moment at which you take your final breath. In reality, there is no finish line. Your lives happen now, and in the next moment, and the next. There is no end.

What you consider to be a finish line is always the point at which you begin a new journey. You finish one grade and begin another. You finish your career and begin retirement. You finish a task and dream up a new one. Even at the end of your life, you begin a journey into greater expansion. There is no end.

“Then,” you might ask, “what is the point of it all? Where are we going?Why are we here?” We hear your questions and have heard similar ones throughout time immemorial. The point, dear ones, is to exist, to live, and to love. The point is to be who and what you are in a given moment, and to expand that love in whatever way you choose.

Would you ask a rose the purpose of its existence, or would you simply admire it for the authenticity and beauty it brings to the mix of life? Would you say a weed has no reason to exist, or could you realize it too contributes to the balance of the environment—preventing erosion, decomposing to create fertilizer, feeding birds and bees who then propagate and pollinate more life?

Everything and everyone has a place in the great puzzle of existence. It is not what you are doing that matters, but who you are being.

You can be doing the most mundane task with such a happy heart that you elevate it into a transcendent experience. You can look at the sunrise with appreciation and send ripples of love into creation. You can pray for the person you see on television—someone you will never know or meet—and uplift their spirit, even though they will never know who touched their heart. Dear ones, the effect of each and every loving moment ripples into creation, elevating and uplifting the whole. No matter what you do, if you do it with kindness, love, or appreciation, you are contributing to the greater good

There are those you will never know who sit in caves meditating and praying for humanity, whose love is so complete that they have helped prevent world wars. There are single parents who, for the love of their children, work several jobs with a grateful heart. There are those who quietly put out a bowl of food for stray animals. And there are so many of you who consciously and intentionally work to be kind, loving, appreciative souls.

Never underestimate the power of your peaceful and loving presence. Never feel that you are not enough. Never think you do not contribute to the greater good—for with every kind and thoughtful word and deed, your love ripples into the collective consciousness, uplifting, inspiring, and touching hearts you may never meet, but nonetheless touch.

Allow yourselves to experience joy. Allow yourselves to rest. Allow yourselves to take precious pauses to appreciate all that you can. Dear ones, these things are not frivolous or trivial. They are gifts to life itself. You are a gift to life itself. You are part of ongoing creation. You are never “less than,” “not good enough,” or without purpose.

The purpose of a rose is to bloom, and that is enough. The purpose of your existence is to blossom into greater love, and that is enough.

Being you, whatever that is in a given moment, is enough. In fact, it is a gift. Your hopes, dreams, fears, tears, and even upsets are you—life, love itself—reaching for greater love.

You cannot fail. You do not end. Take a breath. Inhale. Exhale. Feel the Source of life itself moving in you and through you. What next? What appeals? What calls to you in a given moment? Do that when you can.

As a cell trusts the impulses sent by the nervous system, you can trust the impulses sent by the Creator that guide you always and eternally along a path of greater love.

God Bless You! We love you so very much.
— The Angels