HEAVEN #3993 Make Peace Now, October 31, 2011

God said:

You are Don Quixote who duels with windmills. When you battle, odds are that you are battling with yourself. You conceive a battle that you are fighting. You may have desired a battle. You were ready for a fight, and so you found an object.

Battles are manmade. They are not of My making. I have other things to do, like to love and love more and love again and again until you get My love into your head. Your heart is not lacking My love. Your heart is filled with My love, and yet your mind finds ways to contradict the love in your heart. The mind may look for ways. Foolish mind. Foolish ego mind.

It may be that you love a good fight. You feel victorious. Even when you lose, you may feel victorious because your opponent is such a bad guy and you are so virtuous. You may be bruised, and you may sniffle, yet you came out superior. Your ego cheers you.

Feel virtuous without a battle. Be virtuous. When you cannot love the one you see as an opponent, then love someone else. Give yourself over to love. Love someone somewhere. Never be a derelict of love. Let your anger go. There is not advantage to anger.

True, anger lets you know that you are alive. Be creative instead, and you will know that you are alive.

I have to ask you, what purpose does anger serve? Is it really wonderful to be all riled up? Does it take talent to be angry? What is so wonderful about your justifying anger? Be not an anger-monger. If you must justify something, justify love. Be a gardener of love. Plant seeds of love rather than seeds of anger. Plant flowers of love and let go of the armament of anger.

Anger zaps your energy. It may fire you up for a time, but then you are left with heartburn. Ashes of anger do a number on you. Anger simply isn't good for you. It isn't good for anyone. It is self-mutilation. You are responsible for your anger. It is your anger. Anger is a waste of your time. It is more worthwhile for you to twiddle your thumbs than to be angry.

Life in the world is too short to spend on anger. Anger will deplete you every time. Even when you think you have won, you have lost energy. You have thrown yourself away on anger. Anger short-changes you. There are no exceptions to this.

Anger is not honorable. It is dishonorable. No matter how righteous your anger may be, it is self-righteous. Besides, all wars are civil wars. You can only be fighting with your brother. All are your brother or your sister. Don't you have something better you can be than angry? Don't you have something better to do?

Anger is kicking your foot against a wall and wounding yourself. Ultimately, anger is directed to yourself. You are not even fighting windmills. You are fighting an image in the mirror. All opponents simply represent you. They are you.

There is no need for you to come out on top. It is meaningless. You see good guys and bad guys. You do not know what another's life is and what their perception of the world is. I make no excuses for anyone, and I make no excuses for you.

Peace be with you, not anger. Peace be with you. Peace be with you.

The peace of God is within you. You can find it. You can find it now. Find it. Make peace now.

HEAVEN #4051 Without Time, There Would Be No Loss, December 28, 2011

God said:

Know that it is all right to feel sad. Sadness, too, is a part of life. It is the passage of time you mourn. You mourn the tick-tock of time. So long as time is the fiction of your life, sadness will be.

If you could fathom time as the continuum you are on, if you could fathom time as timeless, if you could fathom that there is no passage of time, no increments to it, no past, no future, only a beautiful valley of no time at all, sadness would not be rife in your life.

What would there be to be sad about? Nothing would be gone. All would be present.

You would know there is no death. You would know that there is only life. It is not even that life would be perpetual because perpetuity signifies a possible sequence. There is no sequence, beloveds. Life is all at once.

Just as I am Oneness, there is nothing but Oneness. Time is separateness. Time is elusive. Timelessness is Heaven.

Time opens up the idea of loss and lostness. Nothing is ever lost. Only in the morass of time can even the concept of loss exist. Time slips away. Time catches up to you. Time taps you on the shoulder. Time drums the concept of absence into you. Time keeps you in its thrall. Time bundles your life. Time ties a knot around your life, and time throws it away.

If you could know, really know, that no one and nothing is ever lost, not at a loss. Loss, like time, is a myth perpetuated upon you. It is a myth, yet a deeply accepted myth. A myth accepted is acted on as if true. It might as well be true.

You presently live on Earth in the dimensions of space and time. The Truth is that there are no dimensions. There is no size. There is no distance. Clocks are arbitrary. When All is Oneness, where can time and space exist? They exist not.

The physical depends upon time and space for its existence. The physical is naturally important to you, and so you count time and space as material to your existence. Nevertheless, you exist out of time and space. And yet you call life outside of time and space as existencelessness. You call it death, or you call it pre-birth, or you call it finality.

When time does not star in life, there can be no finality. There is no end to anything but the configurations of time and space that you have so well believed in and held onto for dear life.

Life is irrespective of time and space. Only in time and space can you conceive of yourself as loveless or anything of the kind. Love is truly dimensionless. You think you live in a dimensioned world with all of its science and fact whereas, in Truth, you are Eternal Infinite Love. You figure rightly that I am not shaped into a form. You do know that I, God, am boundless. You have an idea of Spirit. You are Spirit. For a time, in the myth of time, you live in a form, and you call that life, as you live in a form. Yet a form has no life unless there is Spirit in it, yet Spirit is infinite and eternal. No wonder you feel stifled in a human body. Physical breathing is not the breath of you. You are irrespective of breath, pulse, blood pressure and so on. Atoms are atoms. Spirit is Spirit. You are way beyond atoms and time and space. You are love seeded on Earth. You are My love seeded on Earth. Enjoy this temporary life on Earth and know that there is nothing temporary about you. You are not your body. You are not your body. You are not your body.

HEAVEN #4068 Your Soul Is Made in My Image, January 14, 2012

God said:

How I love you. How much I love you. I can love you with the Vastness I do because I love Myself. Because I love Myself, I can love what is called you because I love Myself, and you are Myself on a little jaunt out to a bordered world. Of course, I AM Love Myself. I am Love. And you, that which We imagine as you, are also Love.

We have no borders, you and I. We have Wholeness. We have Oneness. In imagination, We go somewhere, even when there is nowhere to go.

We could say that We are assimilated, and yet Oneness cannot be assimilated. Oneness Is.

And, so, in fiction, We are separate, and what you perceive as your journey off somewhere, oh, to a deserted island perhaps, a deserted island of yourself. This has to be fiction, imagination, for We are One. And yet, as a cartoon character might, you scamper off on an adventure that is taken seriously yet is a jaunt. Life, as you live it on Earth, could be compared to a child's playing with a little paper boat on the edge of a pond.

By no means am I taking away from you the seriousness of how life seems, how it seems like a matter of life and death to you. Even as We know that there is only life and there is no death, the drama you are in certainly feels monumental. It certainly feels real, and so you react as though it were real.

You know by now that the seeming solidity of the physical is not real. There is only fluidity. There is only timelessness and spacelessness. There is only Vastness. There is nowhere you can go and only Eternity to be in. How wonderful.

Life in the world is like a camera that takes photos, one picture here, another picture there. All the camera shots are taken of a mutually-agreed-upon illusion. They can be bound in a book, and one book after another, and, yet, there is no boundedness. What is real cannot be photographed, and what cannot be photographed is Eternal, and it is Infinite. There is only you. That is to say only I. Only! I am the most wonderful thing ever conceived and so are you, even though We were never conceived. We have been. Rather, it would be better to say, "We are. I am Isness, and you, the thought of you, is Isness as well. We are Being. We are Beingness. That is, I am Beingness, and you are I. There is no separate you. All that is not real is illusion. And there is One Singular Reality.

I AM. God IS. And where does that leave the mythical you, beloveds?

I could say that you are My body. Surely, you are an embodiment of Me. Made in My Image, you seem like a body. Clearly, your body is not made in an image of Me, so it must be your Soul that is in My image.

Image is a word.

And you, the heart and soul of you, are real, for I AM your Heart and Soul, and you are the Heart and Soul of Me.

We call your Heart human, and your Soul Divine. You are My Divine Soul sauntering around unreal Earth, in an unreal human body, and the reason is so that you can meld into the awareness of Oneness. Oneness never changed. Awareness did, and now you return to Awareness that All That Is is you. All That Is is I. And I talk to Myself.

HEAVEN #4094 Love and Release, February 9, 2012

God said:

From the corridors of your heart, love engages. Love flows beautifully, naturally, and only starts and stops when there is blockage to it. What can a blockage be? What can interrupt love other than an interference from the mind?

Love is not meant to be like putting your finger on a hot stove. You are not meant to hurt yourself when you give love. Your love unrequited is not to be interrupted as a reprimand to your love. You misunderstood what happened. You told yourself an incorrect story. You told yourself to be careful when you discovered that your love is not always valued. You bought that story very quickly. You didn't even have to know words in order to grasp that story. "Be careful with love," was what you adopted. "Watch out to whom and where and when you give love from your heart."

You took love as a personal thing. You took someone else's ability or inability to give out love at a particular time and place as an affront to you. Personal love is one thing. Love is another.

A young child has a teddy bear. That one teddy bear is his. He loves that teddy bear. He has to have that teddy bear. No other will do.

Is this not how personal love is in the world? No other love will do but the one you took as your own and nobody else's. When someone has not focused his or her love on you, be it mother or father, sister or brother, playmate and so on, you have drawn back your love, frozen it somewhat, ordered your love to turn itself into disappointment or a demerit on you. You tend to confuse your love with someone else's.

You can send out love that is not personal. You can send out love from afar. You won't snuggle up to someone who may not want to snuggle up with you, yet there is far more to love than physical presence. Your love depends on you and not on anyone else.

I am not suggesting that you carry a torch for someone who doesn't want your torch of love. I am suggesting that you not turn the object of your once-held love into resentment or disagreeableness. Love alights where it alights and, sometimes, even in the sunlight of your love, another's love has flown. Still, stay in love, not in a stranglehold of love, but love like a nice star in the sky. Send love. Truly, what else is there to send? Just your love. Not professions of your love but love itself, love that naturally is in your heart to give when you do not claim ownership.

Sometimes when what you determine as a full share of love due you is not given to you, you become angry or even vengeful. Love does not make demands. You say you love, and yet you stamp your foot when your picture of personal love does not become true or stay true. Take your foot off the pedal, beloveds. Be easy with love. Let another's affection for you be or not be. What is is. You cannot whip into existence what is not.

Let your hold on love go. You do not grab love by the ankles and try to keep it to you no matter what. Love is given. It cannot be owed to you. What you have to do is to give love out. Another's love is not a heifer you rope in.

In the world, everyone wants a special love. Everyone wants to be a special love. Everyone wants to mean something to someone or everyone. Beloveds, intend to be love and not ache. Be willing to love and be willing to let go. Love and release. Love and release. If you want to hold on to a love, you have to let it go.