HEAVEN #3413 You Will Be the Majesty, March 30, 2010

God said:

You are disappointed to the degree you are disappointed because you  hold yourself worthy according to the other person's implied  consideration of you. Are you really responsible for what someone else  lives up to or doesn't not live up to?  Are you the cause of someone  else's falling short?

This is not a free pass I give you. This is a statement of fact that  every moment is new. Every minute is for the first time. We are always  starting anew. How many times have I urged you to step out of the past?  You are already beyond the past. Stop shoveling the past all over  yourself again. In this moment, you are baptized anew.

You, who you are in this very moment, are opportune. You are on the  verge of beginning anew. This is the moment when you can be whatever you  want to be. In this moment, you can become the Greatness I gave you to  be.

Whatever you may find yourself disappointed in, no matter how  innocent you are, the moment has already passed. It is in the past. That  is what I am trying to tell you. Yesterday's newspaper has already gone  to bed. You would never cry over spilt milk, but you are, you are  crying over spilt milk now when you hang around in the past. The past is  tired of your hanging around it. The past is over. Disappointment is  over.

This is how your mind chooses other thoughts as well. You can only  dance where you are now. You can only be in the space you are in now.  You can only be in the time you are in now.

HEAVEN #3414 This One Simple Advice May Change Your  Whole Life, March 31, 2010

God said:

You don't like to believe this because there is validity in the fault  you see. Of course, there is, yet you are the one who has seen it and  thought about it.

If you want to improve life in the world as it is, then, without  question, find that which you like. This has been said so often, and is  such a simple thought that you may pass right by it.

When you are in a good mood, this is easy to do. When you are not in a  good mood, this is harder to do.

A human being has a choice, to find joy or to find fault.

It is the same as when you go to work. Mostly you are not in the  position of asking: "What do I want to do today?" Most likely you have  to ask: "What needs to be done today? What is important that I do  today?"  You may not feel like adding up numbers, but that may be what  has to be done.

When there is someone you see fault in, then look for something in  the person that you don't see fault in. There may be ten things you  don't like about the person, but will you, as a favor to me, find one  thing you could like? If he is a nit-picker, perhaps like you, he may  not care about what you care about, but he cares about something.

Perhaps you can find as many good reasons to be pleased as you used  to find to be displeased.

Think of something you can do to please the person. Can you get him a  cup of coffee? Give him a stick of gum? Ask him to tell you what you  can do for him? Ask him about his daughter or his dog? What would be the  cost to you, beloved? What might be the reward to the person?

Isn't it strange that I would have to ask this of you when all are  your brothers and sisters, and you, theirs?

HEAVEN #3417 Silver like the Moon, Golden like the  Sun, April 3, 2010

God said:

The relative world is physical. That means you trudge, you fly, you  walk through snow, and you wade through water. You go frontwards. You go  backwards. You get up, and you get down, or you can't get up, or you  can't get down.

Pictures cannot be taken of the spiritual. Spiritual paintings are  renditions. Paintings are physical portrayals that evoke something of  the spiritual. The day sky and night sky and all the splendors of the  world also evoke the spiritual.

You are as mundane as you can get, and yet you are as spiritual as  all the angels put together. Only you do not see this angel aspect of  yourself. You do not believe in it. Even if someone were to point this  out to you twelve times a day, you still hold the idea of your  spirituality at arm's lengths. The physical seems to dominate. It is too  obvious and too demanding. Even all your fears are based on the  physical aspects of life. Even so, the physical aspects of you are  worthy. Like a cake, you are made of many ingredients. And yet, how  divine a piece of cake is.  How divine you are.

You and I are spirit. You have appeared as physical, and yet with or  without the physical embodiment, you are spiritual. You exist. You and I  exist. The spiritual is the basis of you. The spiritual is your  foundation. Spiritual is your Being.

It is not surprising that you think your existence is your body. No  matter how little you may value your physical body, you are attached to  it. Despite yourself, you love it. You hold your hands to your face. You  lick your lips. You love to eat. You love to move and to sit down and  get up. Your body is quite a conveyance. It has its endearing aspects.

The spiritual aspect of you is silver and gold. It is silver that  doesn't need polishing. It is like the moon. It is golden like the sun.  It is like Aladdin's lamp.

HEAVEN #3420 In the Pause between Dimensions, April  6, 2010

God said:

In the pause between each dimension, you enter the Divine. Much of  relative life itself is divine. When you feel joy, you have entered a  dimension of joy. When you feel sad, you have entered a dimension of  sadness.

Between each dimension in the relative world that you enter lies a  depth of silence. You like to be in this depth, and sometimes you are  aware that you are. Much of the time, you are not aware. That is all  right too, believe it or not!

Happiness usually comes unbidden. Of course, you can go for  entertainment. You can enjoy a good musical. You can enjoy a cup of  java. You can watch a good movie on TV. These are perfectly legitimate  activities. For a while, you entertain yourself and so distract yourself  from your huddled thoughts of sadness.

Do not tell yourself that you must never sleep in the Sad Bed. You  try it out, that's all. In a store, you would try out various kinds of  mattresses. Nothing wrong with that. And whatever mattress you buy, you  do not keep it for life. No mattress is permanent, beloveds. No chair  is. No mood is.

There is one bed you are always lying in, and that is the Bed of  Silence. It is utterly yours. We lie down in this bed together, and We  never get up. Meanwhile, you dream you go to a department store, and try  out other beds. I accompany you regardless. Even in your dreams and in  your illusion, I stay by your side. I don't leave you.

HEAVEN #3422 The Server and the Served, April 8,  2010

God said:

Is the one who dines at a fine restaurant more honored than the  waiter who serves the food? The world would say so. I do not. Serving  and being served are the two ends of one seesaw. Both are primary. Each  serves the other.

It is a fine thing to be someone who cleans, someone who sews,  someone who rakes the leaves, shovels the snow. Start thinking of the  honor it is to serve. It is not a cursory thing to serve, nor is it  cursory to be served. You have every right to serve and to be served.

And through the person served, I am served. Inasmuch as I am the One  ultimately served, then you are served as well. Server or served, you  stand in for Me.

He who is served also serves. Who is a greater Server than I?

The kindergarten child who paints from his heart is not less an  artist than a famous artist. They are equal givers. From my vantage,  which is much like the vantage of the mother to her child, the child's  painting is just as dear as one the world calls valuable.

The pen that writes serves the paper it writes on. The ink serves the  pen and the paper and the writer serve the reader. The writer serves  the reader, and the reader serves the writer.

Your hand serves you, and you serve your hand, and your hand serves  Me as I serve you.

No one partitions the sky and says: "This is mine. It's not yours."

No one says, "You can step on this square of sidewalk, and not on  that one."

No one quibbles with the idea that the sky and air and sidewalks  belong to all. No one is selfish about these matters. If they wanted to  own the sky and air and sidewalks, there isn't a way for them to own  them. Sky and air and sidewalks are not ownable. May it always be so.

There is no beginning to the service of love, and there is no ending  to the service of love. Love cannot be clutched in the hand. Love is  still free and not to be held onto. Love is given in service to the  Universe.