From love comes love, and you, despite what you might think, are love. You are My begotten love. In you I trust. To you I entrusted My love. All My love is right here in your heart. Will you give a voice to My love? Will you project it across the Universe and beyond? Will you give Me back My love so that it may circulate again, and again, and, in this way, be remembered? Remember My love, and remember Me, and remember that you hold My love in your heart so that you may give it. It is always to Me that you give My love. It may go to one person or another, and yet they can't keep it either, and My love, from no matter where it is given, comes back to Me for further giving.
How resilient is My love, passed from heart to heart, passed from generation to generation, passed across centuries and even lands that are no longer seen. How My love is passed from one heart to another! How My love is received! My love is total recall. My love bounces from one human heart to another. This is indeed a tumbling act of love. All the tumblers fall down in sprawling love, and rise up and capture love anew.
Love is captured and recaptured so that it may be set free. Bouncy, bouncy love.
And now it is your turn to love, and to love without thought of return. There is no ordering love around. There is merely the giving of it and the receiving of it. It is natural to love. It does not even have to be thought of. A thought is nothing next to the giving and receiving of love.
Let the drums of love roll! Boom, boom, bouncy love, bouncy, bouncy love, love from one heart to another and back again. How love is stirred in the Universe, and how love is always on call, ready to love and to love more.
This is My Ode to Love. I am needle-pointing it across the sky. I am hiring a blimp to pull a kite announcing love. And you, of course, are the one to give out love outstanding. What a magic free-for all love is. Make love soar. Allow love to reach Heaven and then wrap itself around the girth of the Earth again and again and again until there is no place for love to go but where it is, packed, so stacked that it reaches Heaven, the highest Heaven, the beaches and skies of Heaven.
Let Heaven alight on Earth like a space ship, and all hearts and souls pour out for the solidarity of the world. I see heart after heart, rising to Heaven, and then redirecting itself to Earth. Bouncy, bouncy love.
Love keeps the world on course. Love indemnifies itself. Love counts itself lucky to be the mastermind of the world. Love knows what to do and where to go. Even when there is nowhere for love to go, it reaches everywhere.
There is no end to love. It is a spinning top that revolves around the Universe and touches everything in its wake. It is an umbrella that the west wind picks up and carries far. It is a cradle that rocks in a tree. It is a reflection of light and speeds faster than the speed of light. Love administers itself. It bottles itself in order to spill, and an unsuspecting heart picks up the love, is warmed by it, and then ambles off to another heart. With love, all is beautiful. With love, all is love.
HEAVEN #3929 In a Beautiful Garden of Life on the Crest of a Hill, August 28, 2011
God said:
Hello, World. Are you rotating today? Are you the globe circling and meeting yourself?
And what are you, the world, without people milling around on you?
Is the world the world, or is the world the people on it?
Now you, the people in the world, are you dabbling?
Are you a person walking on the whirling globe of the world, exercising yourself as round and round you go. You are exercising life. And look at you go.
Exercise the muscles of your life. Expand and expand more. Open yourself up to new horizons and discover yourself.
You are a world of discoveries. You are discovering yourself anew. Every day you do. You have deaths and births each day. Cycling, cycling, you burst from the egg, and here you are.
You are a pioneer, of course. The road you travel has never been traveled on before. You draw with pen and paper an excursion of yourself. You put the sun in a corner of your paper and the moon in another. When you have filled one paper, you start on another, and so your day is born. You stand at attention. The alarm clock is your trumpet. You get up and get a piece of paper to write on or draw on.
Sometimes you are a great artist. Sometimes you are a cartoonist. Some days you erase and erase. Some days you use crayons and fill in every space, covering the whole background.
What are you doing on Earth? Perhaps you are simply drawing with a stick in the sand. From a line drawn on the sand, a flower grows, and you are the flower growing. Certainly, you grow. Certainly, you etch yourself. Certainly, you are a sculptor of yourself.
It is good to admire your work. A day has passed, and you move on to new territory. Take your backpack, or take your wings, and see where you go. Don't look back to where you have been. It doesn't matter. The step you take now matters. Today is the platform you step on, and you find you are riding an escalator, or you may be trudging on an escalator. In every case, you are escalating. You are never marching in place.
You may feel you are sojourning in life, and yet you travel. You may travel down a winding road or go up and down a steep hill, or wander in a forest that has a human visitor for the first time, or you walk in a desert of sand and leave shadows of yourself.
Or you somersault five times on the grass or you pole vault to the furthest star. You are always going somewhere. You do not just fill up space of which there is no such thing at all. You do not just pass the time because there is no time to pass.
And, so, what you actually do is to fill My heart with the joy I have given to you.
You have, however, invented something called misery. It is just an invention that somehow took hold. No matter how dismal, it became popular. It was sought after as though it were a treasure. Forsaken of yourself, you sought it. You were delving through a mine field. Come, beloved, come into the flower garden I have planted for you. It is called Eden, this garden I planted for you. You are very near. You are not far. Only a hair-breadth to go. Shimmer your way over here in the sunlight or the starlight or in whatever light you like, for here is your destiny, and it is right at hand. It is just over the next moment. It is not even a stone's throw away. It is right here and right now in this erstwhile moment. You are on the crest of the garden right now. Come, sit on a bench with Me. Whatever you want to talk about, We will talk about, knee to knee, heart to heart in a beautiful garden of life on the crest of a hill.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness" ~Author unknown~
HEAVEN #3931 For One Moment of Eternity , August 30, 2011
God said:
From My intention, you came into Being. From My intention came Creation. Creation fashioned Me a Creator, and so it is said I created you. Together, as One, We created you, a facsimile of the Creator.
You intended to be. You wanted to see what it would be like if you manifested as a flesh and blood human being. What a diversity the One of Us became. Multiplication came easily. You were not exactly produced, and yet you became.
As I think this Heavenletter and it comes into Being, so had I the thought of you, and, before My very eyes, I was disguised and came into Being as you. You (I) arose from the fire of love in My heart. I say I think this Heavenletter, but I don't really think it as you understand think. I vibrated it. I hummed. I manifested it, and then the hummed went through layers of existence until it was received and funneled to you. Of course, you think it came in a sequence of time, and yet, despite what your senses and mind tell you, it came all at once. It will always reverberate. So many Heavenletters, so many human beings even when they are all One.
From now on when I say you, you will understand that I mean Myself as you.
Neither of Us contrived your intricacies. The outer manifestation of you is not what mattered. We knew its unimportance even as We knew it would become important to you, for the world is the world, and the world itself is external. Values got turned upside down. No matter. They will right themselves.
You became mental, emotional, physical. Energy manifested. You became moveable parts. You became an Odyssey. You became everything, everything imagined. You were the precursor to your existence on Earth, and you became the Earth and everyone and everything on it, and yet you had your shape and your tricks of the trade, life that is, and you became a stranger to yourself, the soul of yourself, the solace of yourself.
I am having a good time this morning with this puzzling Heavenletter that appears before Me as though already written except I have it and give it in one fell swoop.
Where shall I take you now? Where did I leave off? Does it matter?
Let's begin all over again.
If you are in a rut, let's get you out of it. Of course, it is up to the physical, mental, emotional you to do that, for, in reality, although the physical, mental, and emotional play a heavy role in your life on Earth, they do not exist any more than the Earth under your feet exists, and yet you take a step in the game board you play. What board game are you playing? Where do you go but round and round? When do you pass Go, and when do you Exit this played-out existence?
For one moment of Eternity, I had a dream, and My dream was you. I am My own dream come true as far as imagination goes, that is. I imagined you. I am real. The manifestation of you is not real. What you appear to be in the world is not at all Who you are. You are a being so powerful that you can even go against the grain. You who are a Divine Being can even shed blood on Earth, and it doesn't change who you are. You can be smallness on Earth, and great in Heaven. You make boundaries which are judgments and do not even grasp the magnitude of the game you are playing that is called Life on Earth.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness" ~Author unknown~
HEAVEN #3932 The Rising of Yourself , August 31, 2011
God said:
The threads of your life are coming together. Your heart is on the line. No longer can you portray yourself as you may have portrayed yourself in the past. You are coming to the plate. You are at bat. You cannot get away with what you once thought you got away with. Now you swing, and the ball is thrown back to you quickly and becomes a hot potato.
You never did get away with anything. You paid your price. You always did. It may have been an IOU. Your IOU always got picked up somewhere somehow.
Others may also have paid a price for your misdemeanors. They may have been innocent bystanders who happened to be in front of you. That is how it is. One who offends is a bystander. Most likely, you offended yourself. You offended yourself because you approve too little of yourself or not at all really. And so you have to be bolstered. How dare someone not value you enough to help you forget your disavowal of yourself?
You want utter approval from others to make up for your appraisal of yourself. You have to have it. If you don't have it, you are desolate. If you loved yourself, you would never take the offense you take now. Whenever you take offense, you yourself have taken it. You whisked it out of the ether. The expression is that you took offense. You took it as one might shoplift. You take offense on your own say-so.
You pay yourself back for taking offense. You don't let yourself get away with it. You slap your own hand. You punish yourself with anger and grudge. You still are convinced that someone has something to do with you. You have something to do with you. I would say that you have punished yourself enough. Of course, I mean your self-inflicted punishment is not necessary. It may seem necessary to you because your ego resents someone else's ego.
Only on the level of ego do you take the offense you have taken. Now the day of offense is at an end. It is not love to take offense. It is not love to let hurt and anger and bitterness become your masters. Now is when you learn to love, not as a sacrifice, but as the culmination of yourself, the rising of yourself, from ego to love.
No longer do you take offense. It is no longer possible for you to take offense. This is not quite the same as forgiving. It is pre-forgiving. It is not even that. It is seeing truth.
Truly, the person before you is yourself, and I mean that on the relative level as well. The person whom you take offense at is reflecting you. The person may be a mirror image of you. If the person is so greedy, so are you greedy. If the person before you is so needy, so are you needy. If the person before you always thinks of himself first, so is it with you. If the person before you wants to be first in line at your seeming expense, so do you want to be first in line regardless of expense to another. You will even pay the price of anger and hurt and blame someone else for extracting them from you.
I am not giving you instruction, beloveds. I am telling you that you are rising to a new level. This new level of rising consciousness allows you to be generous. No longer do you have to be first in line. You are becoming content to usher others to the front and be happy about it. You are not losing your integrity. You are growing in love and so you simply naturally give more love. The lesson may have been hard, and yet now the loving is easy. It is where you are.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness" ~Author unknown~
HEAVEN #3935 Vaulting across the Universe, September 3, 2011
God said:
You are growing in love and wisdom right and left. And the growing is not always easy. Your ego is being wracked right and left, and that is how you grow. Ego is forced to step aside, at least for a while, and you see yourself rising to the sun. You did not get burned. Your ego did.
Ego doesn't go up in flames without a fight. I talk about ego as though you have no responsibility for it. Never mind, you are learning to get along without it or without so much of it.
You are really beginning to learn that there are no affronts to you, only to your ego. Oh, beloveds, think of what it will be when ego no longer pesters you and gets the best of you and when you stand above it. Picture yourself standing tall, ego on the floor beneath, and with your foot on ego, you keep it down. Now ego submits to you, instead of your submitting to ego. Now you have risen, and you are vaulting across the Universe knowingly with Me.
Ego has cramped your style. You are just beginning to find out what your style is, your true style, your true way of being unshackled from ego and ego needs. When you don't have ego, what do you require? Without ego, you who are everything have everything you need. And, if there should be something you don't have, then you don't need it. You did very much need to be without commandeering ego, that selfish twit of an ego who got in your way. I say this as it is.
We do not make an ode to ego, nor do we hold animosity toward the now fallen ego. Although ego has been an opponent, it had its purpose for you. It brought you to where you are now. Now you are a hero to yourself. Without ego, you can truly love your God-given self. Ego was like a rash, hot and itchy, and now you are not inflamed. Now you are calm and cooled down. You have removed the hair shirt of ego. No longer do you bow to it. Now you bow to the sun and to the God in you.
Let Us thank ego for helping you and the world to see what ego really looks like, hardly the picture you had of it and the importance you held it in. Now you remove your foot from the prone ego and let it go off with its tail between its legs. Ego was all an illusion anyway. It never existed except as you gave homage to it. Ego had you twisted around its little finger. How presumptuous ego was.
Now you are free of ego. Even though it had you in its power, it had no power except as you granted it. You fed ego's ego. And now you are free. Or almost free. You certainly are getting there.
What is there to say about ego when it is gone or well on its way out? Ego really never had anything to do with you! It was your ego! Instead of your training this errant ego, you let it train you! And now you are getting out from under ego. You used to be prone on the floor of life, and ego had its foot on you. You let ego go. Avast, ego, avast. At last, you are releasing your hold on it.
Let's have a party. Let's have a Thanksgiving Day. Hurray, you are outliving ego and all the pictures of the past.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness" ~Author unknown~
HEAVEN #3936 When an Arrow Has Landed in Your Heart, September 4, 2011
God said:
On Earth, it is not that this one is right and that one is wrong. Of course, that's what you think. More often that the other is wrong and you are right. You are both right from individuated point of view. And you are both mistaken. You are not asked to be right. You are not asked to prove your rightness or anyone else's wrongness. You are asked to be gentle with your brothers and sisters. You are meant to be generous with the family of man on Earth. And all are your family.
So long as you take offense, so long as you read attack into another's words, it is unlikely that you can be generous and gentle. You take a military stance. You feel you are protecting your life's space. I once spoke of your being a lady or gentleman in all your interactions. It is not good manners to take offense at what is said around you. I am not asking you to fake good manners. I am asking you to come from a higher place than you may presently come from.
In all actions and reactions, people are revealing themselves. They are not revealing you. When others reveal hostility, they are directing it to themselves. Ultimately, this is how it is. They are trying to get rid of the hostility they carry by putting it on you. By the same token, when you see their swords of anger as directed at you, even as they evidently are pointed at you, then you also are revealing yourself and your own lack of self-love. Words do hurt you. When someone's words hurt you, have you not taken their hot potato as yours? They cannot really pass it on to you. Only as you accept it and take it as your own, can they.
If someone sees you as a bad guy, and you take it to heart, you have some doubts about yourself that another has rubbed you the wrong way, and now you are inflamed at the other. You are the one to take offense into your heart. Who said you had to?
You are right in this: No one has the right to hurt you, on whatever level you are hurt on. And you have no right to take offense, even when offense is meant. Someone who was hurt identified you as the cause of his hurt. And you have done just the same, identified another as the cause of your hurt.
It is not that you are to become thick-skinned. It is that you are not to be thin-skinned. You are not to buy, even for a moment, others' appraisals of you. You are meant to rise above where they would place you. Even when others mean to lay you low, you don't need to accept their lack of faith in themselves and make it your own.
Remember that I am your foundation. Others' perceptions are not. Have you made others' opinions your foundation? Have you made others your steering wheel? Are you not your own free-wheeling person free to accept what you wish to accept and free to not be swayed by what you don't want to be swayed by?
Accept what I tell you and not so much what others may say to you.
The time for hurt and hard feelings is over.
What foolishness it is for you to occupy your heart and mind with hurt and hard feelings. When an arrow has landed in your heart, intentionally or not, pull it out. It is your heart. And your heart is made for love and nothing but love. You can do it. You have to do it. Do it now. Pull out the bits and pieces that may be blocking your love right now.
A caterpillar doesn't resist being transformed into a butterfly, and yet you resist your own transformation. In your case, it is not really so much a transformation as it is removing old layers that have kept you hidden, even from yourself. And so you may resist taking off your old familiar bathrobe and serapes and shawls you have covered yourself with. You can't hide your bright light forever. You have never hidden it from Me.
Why hide that which is the most beautiful of all? Why not be a butterfly?
Your days of being a bumbling caterpillar are over. Now you are going to fly. Bared of the old cloaks, you are going to be as light as air, and you are going to light up the whole world. Think of it, your light going on all over the world. You will be waking everyone up to the bright light they have held back on. Your light is not dim. Your light is bright. Only you have covered it up. You are a bright candle, so now let your light be seen.
What choice do you have, dear ones? You have the choice to brighten the world or to cast shadows upon it. Take a stand. If you wish to represent Me, then represent Me. Instead of casting shadows of doubt or negativity or whatever, cast out old thoughts that darken life on Earth. Jump out and let your light be seen. You can't hide your light forever. You were born to be king or queen. No longer can you hide in the crowds. Now you come forward and accept your crown. I dub you now the bright light that you always have been. Bright light, stand up. Come forward and accept what you were born for.
From this day forward, you will acknowledge yourself as bright light. You will come out from under the eaves and reveal the light that you are.
If you don't know where to begin, then I will tell you. No more old thinking. When an old thought appears, replace it with a new thought.
If you have previously thought that you are not worth much really, now say that you are worth a great deal.
If you have previously thought that you were not lovable, now say that you are lovable and how much you love yourself.
Negative thinking is old thinking. There has been a preponderance of old thinking on Earth, and that is going to change now. You are going to change it. And you change it by stepping out of the past and putting on a pair of new shoes. They are spanking new shoes, and you can only dance in them, and you can only speak truth in them. In these new shoes, you can only glisten. You can only step out of the old shadow of yourself, for you now recognize your bright light and hide it no longer.
You are a bright star from Heaven who has alit on Earth. Where did you think you came from if not from Heaven? You are still from Heaven. You were Heaven-sent, and now you are rising to Heaven, and you pull the entourage of the world along with you. You are not an idler here on Earth.
You are a proponent for Earth. As you dance on Earth, you lift up the world as you would the hem of a ball gown, and you raise Earth to Heaven so that darkness disappears and only the sun shines on Earth. You are the sun that shines. Do not deceive yourself that you are a cloud. Clouds burst, and you have burst out of cloud-consciousness now into starlight-consciousness, into moon-consciousness, into sun-consciousness.
You are the sun.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness" ~Author unknown~
Of what sing the birds and the trees? Of what shines the sun? And what wakes you up, and what puts you to sleep?
You know there is something more than yourself that walks the Earth. There is an orchestra leader that beckons you to begin the day and close the day. There is far more than you, this person who struts, tumbles, pauses, speeds up etc. on a patch of Earth. There is more than where you place your feet at this moment. There is more than mind can see or even imagination can conjure. There is greater than mind and greater than body.
There is a whole thunderous heart and soul of you. All the angels are clapping for you at My behest. They can't help it anyway, because when angels see something beautiful and wondrous, they can only clap. Beloved, the whole Universe is clapping for you, cheering you on, inviting you into the sunshine and beckoning you forward.
The same power that elucidates music from the birds taps you on the shoulder, and your feet start dancing.
This Heavenletter is a tribute to you, even though you do not yet recognize the power that stirs within you. Even so, there is nothing you can do about it. Power is within you, and it is yours.
Orchestrated from above, you are your own orchestra leader at the same time. How can that be? You are the follower and leader at the same time?
Certainly.
There is a great wise guide within you. You hold yourself in the palm of your hand. You toss yourself up in the air, and you catch yourself. You are multi-tasked. You juggle many oranges all at once. You wear many hats.
And, yet, at the same time - at the same time (which does not exist) - you are Oneness Supreme. You don't know what's going on, and, yet, subterraneously, you know exactly what is going on, for you pulled the script from your depths, and you see that the handwriting is familiar. The script was written in your hand.
You pulled yourself out of the fire, so to speak. You started the fire, and you blew it out. You ordained yourself. Strange as it may seem, you wrote the score to the music, and you played it, and you watched it, and you couldn't believe it, and you believed too much in it.
You are the Source, and you are the evidence. You are the song and the one who sings the song and the one who hears the song and the one who dances to it.
What immense star in the galaxies are you? From what galaxy are you, if you are? Surely this rough-edged person who runs around on Earth is not you, certainly not the whole of you. You are only a visitor here on Earth, and yet you are the host, and yet you wander through a palace you believe you have never seen before.
You know nothing, and you know everything. You are nothing, and you are everything. Everything is of the utmost importance, and nothing is important. Everything changes every second, and nothing changes ever.
Your fingers play the piano on a table without keys, and still you make music. And all come to listen to your music, and I listen to your music, for I am like a player piano within you, and I love the music I make, and I love the imagined player of it, and I love and I love, and you love the same. How many ways can I say it? How many ways can I say that there is no you? There is no We. There is I, and nothing but I in all the Universe.
There never was anything but I, yet in the guise of you.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness" ~Author unknown~
HEAVEN #3939 What More Can God Say? September 7, 2011
God said:
Let Me come to the fore of your life. There is no better company than I. Through thick and thin, I am with you. If you want Me to silently trail after you, I do that. If you want Me to be voluble, I whisper in your ear. I am to you whatever you want Me to be. No matter what, I am your Friend. There is no other like Me.
That I accommodate your intention does not mean I am malleable. I do not take bribes. I do not favor one over another. I love all. I Who am Power itself am helpless when it comes to love. Nothing can deter me.
There is nothing you can do to prove that I do not love you. There is nothing that can happen to you that disproves My love. Try as you may to disbelieve in My love, My love will course through your disproval of Me, and nor does your approval buy you points. I Who Am so personal nevertheless cut a wide swath. You may see one way. You most certainly do, and I see another way. We can say that from the top of the mountain, I see all and know all and love all.
From your preoccupation in the world, you see one way while I see another. What you see as tragedy, I see differently. I have the long-view, and you have the close-up. You value close-ups, no matter how much they may make your heart ache. You see loss, and I see Truth. In Truth, there is no loss. Physicists know that.
But, alas, you have to take that on faith that I know what I am talking about. You do not yet recognize that you are short-sighted. With the glasses you wear, you simply can't see the Overall as the Overall is. You see death when death is not. You believe utterly in your illusions. "But, God, but God." you say. There are no buts about it, dear ones. You and I are One, and I am here to stay. That means you are here to stay as well. Eternity and Infinity are.
In your view, everything is in disproportion. Your view is distorted. My view is pristine. Your vision lacks what your heart deep down knows. My heart is already smack in the center of yours, and yet you run around the rim. In Truth, your heart is solid. There can be no heartbreak. There is no reason for heartbreak. You allow toy rubber knives to cut your heart. This is what suffering amounts to.
Suffering is not noble. It is not worthy. It is not real. Oh, yes, it seems very real. It seems the realest of all. Nevertheless, suffering is a trumped-up thing. There is no reason to suffer. There is no sense to it. Suffering is painful, and yet you adhere to it. You believe in cause and effect. You believe that A has to cause B. You believe that it is inevitable that you suffer. And so you suffer. You allow Earth Life to be your backbone, and it fails you. A loved one dies, and you fight it. You are sure this is not supposed to happen, and yet, in Earth terms, it has always been so. The Great Ones leave the Earth, and your great loves leave the Earth. Be not sad for them nor for you. What is true never leaves.
What is false never was. Attachment is a losing game. In the outward world, nothing stays the same. In Truth, there is nothing that changes. Love is, life is, and they are Eternal, and what more can I say?
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness" ~Author unknown~
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