You, and I, and Everyone else
Are all God's Children. Everything you see now is a toy. You, and Everyone else here, are Immortal, invisible minds, that are playing with these toys. Your body is just one of those toys that you think is you. But even now, it's not, and never could be, because you are not that toy. No matter how much it feels like you are, you can just as easily feel that it's not. You could rise up and leave it all behind at any instant, but that would scare you greatly.
Think about that for a minute and what it means. It is true. Your brother, like you, thinks he is one of those toys. You are too afraid to even meet each other as you are. To talk to each other directly. What does that mean to you? What will you tell him, who is so afraid to be his self, that he will only talk to you through a toy? What do you think of him who is so afraid to talk to his Father, our Father, that he won't turn around to see Him?
God wants me to tell you that you never did anything wrong. And that everything you are doing now is okay. He Loves you, and He will never stop Loving you. But it's ok for you to play here as long as you want. He will wait. And you are Perfect. Now, then, to be, and Forever. You are a sweet beautiful soul. And all is well.