We have come to believe He would like us to keep our heads in the clouds with Him, but that our feet ought to be firmly planted on earth.
Make no mistake, any attempt to live with one's head on the material plane will fail. Not immediately, which is why the matter is not straightforward. If anyone whose head was allowed to droop to the material plane were immediately vaporised, we wouldn't be in the pickle we're in. The problem is that we have fully free will, and immense power, and the combination means that we have literally created a world to satisfy the ego's desire to be special yet to house the attendant guilt in others.
The world cannot be improved or fixed. It cannot be made to bring happiness. It is a projection, pure and simple, and is not the source of anything at all. Whilst its 'reality' is believed in, the effects are felt as real. It is no good denying the material world. If you think you're here, the world needs to be dealt with. It is the workshop for the work; the classroom for the lessons; the dreamworld where dreams of putridity and deprivation are replaced with dreams of forgiveness and joy, no less unreal than the nightmares, but at least reflecting the substance of the higher reality.
There is nothing to be achieved here, in the world's own terms. Money, power, prestige: mirages, cardboard, fluff. The three dimensions of length, area, and volume are mathematics, nothing more; the fourth dimension of spirit is the realm where the geometric movements down here produce movements of the spheres up there; the cardboard piano keys down here produce real music up there. Not because the lower affects the other directly, which is obviously nonsense, but because the movements down here are really reflections of causal movements up there. The movements down here are the physical correlates of the movements up there. But our limitations are such that we cannot act directly up there: this is the venue where our thought appears to crystallise and convert into action.
This world has to be acted through as though it is real, as though every comma matters, as though every penny counts, as though every living being really is of infinite value, because, if every comma were placed precisely where it belongs by those whose job it is to place them, if every penny were spent wisely and for the good of all, if every living being were cherished, all of the 'world's' 'problems' would instantly vanish. But such diligence is available only to those who have already, as it were, left the building. The continued existence of the world and the millions of new souls swelling its throngs yearly attest to a movement in the other direction. So there is work to do.
But never, ever forget that this is the shadowland, nothing more. The higher reality is permanently immanent and awaits as the ocean to which the mind returns when its sorry dreams dissolve once and for all and it ceases to view the body as its vessel. The numinous wants to be felt through the thin membrane that separates us from it. But reassimilation lies further ahead.
Until then, commas, pennies, living beings.