Dear Ones, You are loved. Your humanness is loved. Your perfect imperfectness. Your mistakes are loved. Your flaws are loved. Your fears. Your judgements. Your angry words. Everything about you is loved, adored, cherished. You are all my children. You are all precious to me. You wouldn’t stop loving your child if they made a mistake would you? Neither would your creator. The love the divine has for you is infinite. As is mine. I love you. Mary