| 2 years ago :: Sep 18, 2011 - 3:34AM #481 | |
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HEAVEN #3950 You Are God's Dream Coming True, September 18, 2011 One angel on Earth is worth thousands. There are many many angels on Earth. You may be one. Who on Earth has enough of an idea of Who He really is? You would roll over in joy if you had but an inkling. You are a twinkle in My eye, and you are more. You are what I am for. I am for you. I, who made you, made you for My delight. Will you also delight in what I have wrought? It is simple really, and, yet, I ask you to delight in the greatness I have wrought. We can say I put you on the anvil, and I made you as I willed. You became true before My very eyes. You were ambrosia to My eyes. Through you, My dreams are fulfilled. You are My dream come true. I dreamed you, and you woke up. You are in the process of waking. Wake up, children. Wake up. Wake up, slug-a-beds, and rise from bed and leap into the world and make it happy. I made you of clay, and the world is the clay you mold. I gave you the world. I set it before you. The world is a gift I gave to you. Accept what I have given you and make it your own. Make it a New World. Make it a New World free of all that which has held it back. You set sail today on the world. The world is your ship, and you sail it. You sail on the High Seas. Avast. Avast. Look through your binoculars, and you will see the shores of Heaven not far from Earth at all. From ship to shore go you. You sail on Earth, and, yet, the Ocean you sail on is I. I am at your service. Come ride on My back. Consider Me a pony you ride on or a turtle or that I carry you on My shoulders piggy-back. You are at My behest. I called you forth in order to serve Me. And you serve Me through the world. You are My eyes to the world. And you are My hands. You are My hands of love. And you are My eyes of love. Cast not down your eyes. Keep looking up. You will see Me in your heart, for I dwell here. I dwell in your heart. I dwell happily in your heart. Claim Me now. In love We travel, and We travel nowhere, for it is as if We are cemented in love, yet cement that has not yet set. And, so, We swim through an Ocean of Love. We swim together, and Our hearts leap like fishes. Our hearts leap and leap. We leap out of Our skins and become pure spirit which We have always been. We have skinned your soul. You almost reveal it. Of course, reveal your soul to yourself first, and then all will you see. What a power you are in the world. What a power you are in Heaven. The twain shall meet. The twain are meeting in you. Soon the twain will be One. What shall We call the mythical place We live in then? I think We will call it Paradise. Welcome to Paradise. Welcome to My Home. I invite you. I invite you to make yourself at home in the abode of My heart. Here is when you come to your senses, so to speak. Here is where you are at home with yourself. Within yourself, you have landed and put up a flag and announced that My land is yours. You may sleep in a tent now. Soon you lay your head down in the Palace. From ship to shore to Palace. This takes only an instant. It does not even take an instant. What is shorter than an instant? Timelessness, beloveds, timelessness. Welcome.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness"
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 19, 2011 - 10:17AM #482 | |
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HEAVEN #3951 God's Beloved, September 19, 2011 When you think you have nowhere to turn, turn to Me. When you have a dozen places to turn, still turn to Me. I never want you to go through that which you call suffering. I don't want you to go through suffering of any dimension. When you are going through what you go through, whether big or little, your suffering hurts the same. Why suffer? I am not called the Great Comforter for nothing. Turn to Me. Turn not aside from Me. Do not throw up your hands. Have recourse in Me. Give Me a chance to ease your heart. Your heart is not meant for aching. Your heart is meant for enjoining and enjoying. Join with Me. Pledge allegiance to Me. Choose Me over suffering any day. Choose Me. Choose Me now. There is no point to your suffering. It is an indulgence, beloveds. It is self-indulgence. Get up from the bed of nails you have lain down on. Sit up straight. Stand up. Move away from self-torment. You have been throwing hot coals at your feet. You have been slowing yourself down. You have been entrapping yourself in hot tar. You have been burning your heart. You could be loving yourself instead. Arise. Do somersaults. Leap. Leap out of the past and make way for now. A moment ago is the past. Unfetter yourself from the past of even a moment ago. Do not bang your head against the wall. Move away from futility. Become a resource to yourself. Be a resource to Me. You can rely on Me. I would also like to rely on you. I would like you to work for Me. Can you give up yourself for a little while, and serve Me with happiness? Your suffering serves no one. Your frustration serves no one. And I ask you to serve Me. Think of Me. Serve yourself some solace. When attention on an aspect of your life causes you discomfort, unhappiness, hopelessness, despair and so on, note that it is your attention. There are better places to put your attention. Take your attention off what is ailing you. Remove your attention. Climb another step. Look out from a different window. Find another view. Give up despair. When you don't like a street you walk down, choose another street. If one street is marked Suffering, and another is marked Forget About Yourself for a While, which street do you choose? What avenue of life are you going to stay on? Is it not your choice? Come to Me. At the very least, come to Me. Open your heart to Me. You have opened your heart wide to woe and trouble. Is it so hard to open your heart to Me? Is it so hard to lay down your troubles and sit with Me? We will have a sip of tea for a while. Not only will you forget your troubles, they will no longer exist. When you are no longer troubled, where are your troubles? They only exist as you say so. This and that may have happened, yet they are not to plague you. You have been plaguing yourself. You have been the trouble-maker. It is you who has sorted events in life and put them in a slot named Trouble. Put troubles aside. Do not claim them. Leave them off your list. Just let them go. You have Me. Whatever else transpires in the world, you have Me. What can the matter be, for I am with you. I hold your hand and I lead you to Heaven. Don't look back. Look at Me. I am holding you in love. Stay with Me. Wander not from Me. I will keep you on an even keel, for you are My beloved.
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 20, 2011 - 3:03AM #483 | |
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HEAVEN #3952 If You Were in Heaven Today, September 20, 2011 Imagine what it would be like if you were in Heaven today. Your heart would be light. Fear would be unknown to you. When you are All That There Is, what can consume you? At present, as you imagine yourself on Earth, your thoughts consume you. In Heaven, your thoughts would be quite different. Love would be all-consuming. You might not have thoughts at all. You would have your heart bursting with light, and the light from you would leave no room for the random thoughts that presently make up your life. You would be occupied with love. Not really occupied as you understand occupation. Let Us call occupation fulfillment. Yes, fulfillment is closer to the actuality. You would be in a state of infinite fulfillment. In Heaven, you yourself would be the fruition of all that you have dreamed of on Earth. Earth has been a landing pad. Earth has been a preparation for Heaven, strange as that may seem. Heaven needs no preparation, and yet you prepare for it. Your desires prepare you. At the same time, nothing can prepare you for Heaven. Heaven is beyond anything you could think of. In Heaven you enter a circle of love which is so binding that it sets you free. You are free now, only you have kept yourself in bondage to the world of events. On Earth you are preoccupied. Here comes the mind again with all its booming thoughts, sweeping the rug from under you, sweeping you into the brush, sweeping you right and left, back and forth, turning you every which way, even turning you against yourself rather than in favor of yourself. It is like Earth is the gym you go to, exercise in, over-exercise in, for you believe that strenuous exercise is the key to life. If the Earth is a gym, what exactly are you training for? Make Earth a spa instead. Rest. Rejuvenate on Earth. Make it a vacation on a gentle beach. Watch the waves. Ride them. Lie in the sun. Remark that this isle is to warm you up. Earth is a resting place rather than a fitful training ground. Beloveds, Earth can be anything you want. Unless you know that, then you have allowed your Earth life to go by default. What if, instead of thinking as you presently do, you thought that Earth was Paradise? What if you couldn't read so well as you do and you misread the name of where you are. What a good slip. What if your life, instead of being a novel called the Rough Seas, what if your life is a novel called the High Seas? What if you are a child in elementary school, and Earth is the recess where you play in the schoolyard? What if life on Earth is the playground that is meant for fun? What if all you know about Earth is that it is a playground? What if you thought differently from how you presently think? What if life on Earth is a rehearsal for Heaven? What if life on Earth is a preponderance of joy? What if joy is your reason for being on this isle of Earth? What if on Earth you are not only flesh and blood? What if you are the spirit of love? What if there is no space to float in and no time to do it in. Is the turtle its shell? Are you only your physicalness? You know better. You know there is a Vastness to you. Live in Vastness, beloveds. You are encased in nothing smaller than Vastness except as you have thought. Wherever you happen to be hanging out for the present, you are Vastness. Vastness cannot be smallness, and you are Vastness.
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 21, 2011 - 3:39AM #484 | |
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HEAVEN #3953 The Best Is Yet to Come, September 21, 2011 You are a rich tapestry. You weave in and out. You are not just one way. You are many ways. You are more than meets the eye. In the relative world, there is always more to find out and to find out about yourself. You find out more about yourself when you are alone, and you find out more about yourself when you are with others. In life in the world, you find out more and more about yourself and what you find is not always what you would like to find. This is one aspect of being a human being on Earth. Certainly, you grow without looking, and sometimes life has to point something out to you from which you grow further. It is not always easy for you to see room for growth within yourself and still love yourself. Love yourself then for growing. Love yourself for expanding beyond earlier limits. Love yourself that you are growing closer and closer to Me. Little by little, you come closer to Me, and sometimes all at once. Fast or slow, simply be glad that you are coming closer to Me. You can't race to Me by your volition, and yet, sometimes, you seem to speed to Me. Sometimes it is easy, and sometimes it is hard. Your progress toward Me is available always, for I am a magnet that pulls you. In life in the world, too, you are drawn to those with higher consciousness. You are drawn even when it is not always clear what higher consciousness is. And there have been times when you were drawn to those with a lesser state of consciousness. Some of what you spend your time on is where you used to be and not where you are now. I do want you to rise higher. It is a good idea to desire to rise high and to leave behind all that holds you back from rising high. The best is yet to come. Consider that in life you are taking flight instruction. You sit in the cockpit. You observe, and you learn. You learn to fly higher. You learn to fly solo. In every moment on Earth, you are learning, learning, learning. And also you yearn. Perhaps these are two steps of progress. Yearn and learn. Without desire, what is the impetus for you to move forward? What is the impetus for you to learn to fly? And to come fly with Me. You are finding a way in the world to appreciate yourself at the same time as you leap higher. How do you see yourself, see room for growth, and still know what a beautiful being you are. Perhaps you are beautiful because you have room to grow. It takes courage to be a human being on Earth. It takes courage to see ways to grow and still know that you are a perfect human being as you are, just as you are, perhaps unshaven, perhaps in an old bathrobe, perhaps twiddling your thumbs. You are assembling yourself. Give yourself credit. To love yourself means to love yourself. To love others is to love yourself. And when you cannot love another, wish them well on their journey and love them from afar. Part of letting go in life is letting go of people who are not uplifting for you and you do not feel good to be around them. Consider this as an allergy. Do not make a big thing of it, and yet love yourself and, when you must, stay away from what makes you sneeze. So life on Earth is full of hellos and full of goodbyes. Life is full of everything.
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 22, 2011 - 2:58AM #485 | |
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HEAVEN #3954 In God's Service, September 22, 2011 I say, "Come to Me," even as I know you are here with Me. This is what a God does. He holds you in His arms and says, "Come to Me." And sometimes He says, "Stay here with Me." Sometimes He says, "Be with Me for a long time in a land of no time." Sometimes He says, "You are with Me forever." He says, "There is no possibility of separation." And that is the whole story. There is no separation, and nothing really happens. Being is, yet it doesn't happen. It simply is. Life as you live it on Earth is a series of non-happenings that seem to be happening. This is your experience. Something is happening even as nothing is happening. How you favor experiences, those you want, that is. Desire is a bridge you build from thought to so-called actualization. From one version of thought to another. From one electrical sparking in your nervous system to another. From one leap to another. There is desire, and yet there is no bridge, and yet your thoughts reach everywhere and program themselves. You are like a turtle of Earth. You carry the Earth like the shell on your back. You don't know who you are or what you are doing. The doing you do is nothing at all. You think it is doing, and that is enough, to think it. You are not apparatus. You are a concept you draw a picture of. A parade passes before you, and you imagine you are in the parade. The whole of life on Earth is a parade. One brigade follows another. Like elephants who hold the tail of the elephant before them, you walk back and forth and feel tremendous excitement. There are no work days, yet every day is a work day. There is no time-off from work. There are only holidays, one after the other. Days are for busy-ness. Work is a supposition. Alive on Earth, you live. You live in a maelstrom of life. It is quite a dance how you go in and out and up and down and hold on to nothingness as if it were yours and your purpose. You mine for gold everywhere. Gold is everywhere, although you allow yourself to find it in only certain designated places. You pounce on gold as though you were hungry and gold a meal. You can't buy anything. You can only earn it. You deserve everything good whether you have earned it or not. You can transmute tin into gold. You can whirl the Universe with your thoughts and fling it every which way. You can catch the stars and spin them. You can warm yourself in the sun while you are on Earth. There isn't anything you can't do, and less that you haven't. You are a miraculous sleeping Being on Earth. Silently you wake up. You behold yourself and finally you say, as you have heard Me say, "How beautiful." You say, "How beautiful am I whom God has made, for God made me to serve the world. It is just sinking into me that God made me to make beautiful the world. I am just figuring this out. I am waking up to that thought that God put me here for a reason, and I am finding out that reason, not for my satisfaction but so that I may serve God to the highest and fullest, replete with love. I am God's desire. I just decided this. I just decided to accept this. "And so I have come to You, God. I would sit at Your feet. You raise me up to sit beside You as though You favor me. You do favor me, even as I know you favor all. It is my happiness to be at Your service."
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 23, 2011 - 2:36AM #486 | |
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HEAVEN #3955 Shining Light When you carry resentment in your heart, you are not free, for resentment lugs you around. You are at its mercy. Resentment carries you over its shoulders and bumps you into walls and bruises you. You have a heart that is meant for love, not resentment. You have a heart meant for softness, not hardness. This is true even when someone, in her own distress, seems to despise you. Her distress is contagious, and she would like to pass it on to you. It is a hot potato. You need not accept everything that is handed to you. Another's rough edges do not have to rub off on you. Do not latch on to another's hard-heartedness. It doesn't belong to the other person either, but for convenience, let's say it belongs to them. They will dispense with it by and by. It is for you to dispense with now. Dispense with it now and forever. You want to be free, don't you? Give up resentment then. The person who resents you wants to give you her resentment in exchange for your good will. She wants to steal from you. You have something she wants. It could be your good name. It could be your good fortune. She will not like the person she wishes to steal from. Do not allow yourself to sit on the seat of the other person's teeter-totter. Do not steal your good nature from yourself. Do not give it away. It is precious. Do not let someone knock you down from your perch. Do not let them walk all over you either. You do not seem to know how to balance such difficulties. Meanwhile, you fall down. Now pick yourself up. Do not give one resentment toward another. Do not amass resentment. Do not hold it close to you. You are more wonderful to refuse to accept another's judgment of you than you are to forgive. Get the one who resents you out of your mind. Let them go. If someone wants to resent you, let them. It is their business. Dirty looks do not have to hurt you. The only person who can hurt your feelings is yourself. When someone is unfeeling or negative toward you, you don't have to burn in the fire. You don't want anyone to shove you aside, nor should anyone try. Most of all, do not let anyone shove aside your peace of mind. Do not give another a piece of your mind. Do not tell them off, not even in your mind. Do not fragment yourself because someone else is fragmented. Do not cut your heart into little pieces. Your heart is precious to Me. It is, indeed, My heart. Would you stab My heart? Get anguish out of your heart. "But how," you say. "How do I do it? My heart is stubborn. It won't let go." Your heart is willing to let go. Your heart wants to let go. It does not want to collect debris. It is your unrelenting mind that will not let go. Free your mind and your heart will be absolved of resentment. Free your heart from the past. Shake it loose. Think of other thoughts instead of the tormenting ones that have been going through your mind ad infinitum. Find a way to escape thinking of yourself as wronged. Or, acknowledge that you have been wronged and walk away from it. Otherwise, you wrong yourself. You undercut yourself. You sentence yourself to despair. You override yourself. You eat poison. You can help yourself. Do not drink that last drop of bitterness. Toss it away. You are greater without it. Be My shining light.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness"
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 24, 2011 - 11:49AM #487 | |
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HEAVEN #3956 What Can Be Greater than God, September 24, 2011 What is it exactly that you let distract you from Me? Must you? Must you allow interference? Consider for a moment what I offer you. Why would you let anything disturb your perception of Our Union? We are so close. Let Me surround you in your awareness and let this circle of My Presence deflect anything in the world that would unsettle you. Really, can worry of one sort or another, take My place? Must you allow worry to set Me aside? Of course, it is illusion that I can be set aside. I suggest that you acknowledge the Reality of Our Oneness and let nothing in your imagination put Us asunder. In My Silence, what loud noise can disturb Me? In Our Silent Meeting, what can disturb Us? If something does come between Us, then it must be you who allows it. I would not. A loud noise, inner or outer, seemingly takes your awareness away from Me. You forget about Me momentarily, and you believe in something else. You let something come before Me. You let something take away the Eternity of Our Oneness. You let something lift you out of My arms. You let something jar you. It may be a boulder of old thought. It may be a thunderbolt. How is it that you can let anything startle you out of your remembrance of Me? What can compare to Me? It is like you accept dimes in lieu of Golden Moments with Me. You cheat yourself. You let something intervene. You let fear intervene, or excitement intervene. What we have is a precious gift. It is eternally My gift to you. Of course, it is a gift to Me as well. Do not lay the gift of Myself down somewhere and then forget where you left it. Do not get out of the comfortable seat beside Me, within My heart. When you leave, I go with you, and yet I am absent in your awareness. Be aware of Me. Stay awake with Me. Remember Me. Remember you. Awake in Me, do not forget Our Oneness. Do not forget from when you came. Remember your lineage. It is a noble lineage. You are descended from Me. Believe in your spiritual DNA more than in the limits of your physical DNA. Your spiritual DNA is more like it. Your spiritual DNA is also embedded in your physical spiraling helix. It has always been so. The Silent Stillness always exceeds the physical representation. Beloveds, what more can you gain than My Presence? When you come down to it, is there something more? Only in your imagination, and why would you imagine anything greater than I? I Who made you, what can be greater than I? I say this in all humility. I stick to the Truth. There must be something that fools you. What has fooled you, and what are you fooled about? I am no fool. What makes you think that you are to be deceived? And not only deceived once but again and again as though being fooled is somehow your duty. You have free will. You have the freedom to be with Me always in Truth and in your perception. Honor Me with your presence. Stand tall at My side. We are beholden to love, and, yet even love, is not to presume that We, you and I, are anything but Love Supreme. Of course, love is not snobbish. Love welcomes all, and loving all does not leave Me out. Let Me in. Let Me stay with you forever, or, at least, a while. Add Comment || Printer friendly version
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 25, 2011 - 2:45AM #488 | |
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HEAVEN #3957 When You Love a Rose, September 25, 2011 You do not have to mourn a passing love. It is a dream that is passing. How fortunate you are to once have had that dream blossom in your heart. You had the dream vibrant in your heart. You had the dream circulating in your heart. The dream was passed to you even if it were only for a while. In the world, love comes and love goes. Be glad for love given and love received. Cherish every moment of it, and if a loved one seems to have passed you on his way out, let the love stay in your heart. Keep the love. Why deny your heart love because someone is travelling another road? The path of love weaves as it weaves. The world itself is a passing fancy. There is no map to it. There is nothing that must be. If a loved one has passed you by for any reason or no reason, the love in your heart does not have to be removed. Keep the love, yet do not carry a torch. You are free to continue love. Treasure all love that was given to you, no matter how long or short it was given. Would you hold it against someone for having loved you? Let the loved one go. Keep the love in your heart without holding on to the lover. When you love a rose, even though the rose is a passing thing, kiss the now faded rose goodbye. It is this way in life on Earth. A rose is not meant to stay in bloom. You do not blame the rose for being a rose. You had the moments of the rose. The rose gave you all it had to give. It loved you. You cannot say that the love did not love you back. You cannot say that the rose was supposed to stay longer. You cannot say that a loved one is always to stay in love with you any more than you can say that a rose must stay in bloom. I know you want that rose, and it seems that no other rose can do. That was your rose. Kiss that rose goodbye. Everything in the world is fleeting, didn't you know that? One way or another, a loved one will leave. Or you will leave. What is the difference? Because a loved one leaves, you do not have to oust the love in your heart. The sun rises and the sun sets. The sun is wonderful anyway. The sun has not betrayed you. Because a baby does not stay a baby forever, your heart does not fall away. How grateful you are to have had your precious fleeting time with your baby. Must you be sad because a baby has grown or a bird of love has taken wing? Who can stem the tide of life or the seasons of love? Is there someone to blame that there are seasons? There is spring, and there is autumn. There is summer, and there is winter. And yet winter is a blessed preparation for the flowering of spring and summer. One season follows another. You have no choice but to let the seasons depart as they will. Who says your heart has to break? Where is it written that you are to take your heart and break it in two as you would a stick for kindling? No one breaks your heart. You are the only one who can break your heart. What makes you think you have to? It is not a good idea to break your heart. Keep your heart intact. See how big your heart is. See how it encompasses all the love in the world and in Heaven too.
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 26, 2011 - 9:32AM #489 | |
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HEAVEN #3958 Believe in God, September 26, 2011 On a cloudy day, life goes on just the same. As for you, My darlings, when skies seem dark for you, don't let the clouds dim your view. Keep on going just the same. In life in the world, nothing has happened. You may feel you are undergoing tremendous change, that life as you know it is falling apart, and so on, and yet nothing is happening. It is a changing world you live in. Everything has changed, and, yet, nothing has changed. From your perspective, everything has changed. Nevertheless, the rug cannot be pulled from under you. Once you were a participant in life with a certain rug under your feet. Now you are a simple participant in life without the familiar rug under your feet. And you are you, and even if you are changed, nothing has changed. If you put two eggs into a bowl, and you whip the two eggs with a fork, you still have the same two eggs in the bowl. What is the difference? A little stirring, that's all. Whatever seems to have transpired, consider that you have climbed a ladder. You didn't sink. On the contrary, you are rising. You are climbing a ladder of the past. You step on the rungs. You have passed a milestone, even if it is a milestone you didn't want. You longed for a permanency that doesn't exist. Perhaps you say: "Permanency exists for others. It used to exist for me." Be glad then. Be glad you had even what now has left. Adapt the philosophy that, although nothing has happened, perhaps something happened. Your feelings say so. Then consider that what happened, happened for your benefit. There is something good for you even in this change you resist. You wanted everything to go on as it was, even though you knew you were on slippery sand. Now you know. Now you have landed, even though it seems to you to be on a barren land. The land is not barren. You feel bereft. You have berefted yourself. You may feel you can't live through this, whatever it is, and, of course, you will. You have been through, even to your insatiable mind, worse than this. What you were attached to is a fantasy. Wasn't it? And this upheaval that you are going through is also a fantasy. Nothing has happened. We can put it this way: "I, God, am all that there is." You could say that I am the only kid on the block. You are never going to lose Me. Everything in the world can seem to change. Always you have Me. Can I not be enough? Can it not be enough that I am with you? We have walked together for many eons. Actually, more than that. We have walked through Eternity. There is nothing else to walk through. Whoever else in your world is with you or not with you, I am with you. Would you trade Me in for someone else? Would you really? Would you really choose another over Me? If you must hang on to someone or something, hang on to Me. You won't even be hanging on. You will be right where you are meant to be. You will be at My side, and I, at yours. You can stop putting so much attention on that movie screen you can't take your eyes off of. Remember Me. See Me standing before you. Stand on my shoulders. You don't really need that rug under your feet. You don't even need a floor. You have everything you need, Bright Star. You have Me. I am shining in your heart. I am shining in everyone's heart. You have lost nothing. There is no loss. I understand very well that you believe in loss. You even believe in death. Believe in Me. Will you believe in Me?
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| 2 years ago :: Sep 28, 2011 - 11:22AM #490 | |
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HEAVEN #3960 The Language of Life, September 28, 2011 Who can change the direction of the wind? And, yet, you would go back and change it. You would, if you could. You would undo some of your life experience, and you would add other experiences in their place, and then what would you have, beloveds? You would make of life a collage, and you would keep changing your mind as to what should be kept and what should be moved around. You would rearrange life. You would unmake life. You would unmake the bed you have lain in. You would pause a movie reel. You would run it in reverse. You would botch it. You would wake the dead. This is not life you would be making. Take away anything, and you have taken away life. Never mind what you wanted or didn't want. Having what you want the way you want is not the meaning of your life. Nor is the purpose of your life to suffer, so do not hold on to suffering. Let life be as it is, and go on with it differently. Be of good cheer. Beloveds, how do you know that what was hurled at your heart and so wounded it was not really a bouquet of flowers? You felt the thud. You thought it was a hard baseball thrown on you, and so you suffered. Even the most tumultuous matters in your heart, all your struggles there, are really buckets of posies. Flower after flower has reached you, and you thought you had knife wounds. Think anew. Even heartbreak is a blessing to you. You refuse to believe that. You can't believe that. Believe then, if not a blessing to you, a blessing to another. You weep for the loss of a loved one when your loved one was blessed to come to Me and leave the body behind. And you would restore the loved one to life if you could. It might help you to remind yourself that there is no cause and effect. This is just Is-ness. Each person has his or her own book. You have yours. It's better that each person read the chapters that are his to read. You cannot flip the pages of others' books for them. You have to hold your book right side up and let it be as it is written. And, so, you bless everyone on his way, even when it means going another way at the crossroads. Bless yourself on your way as well. When you come to a crossroads, you cross it. There is no choosing that precise road twice. You cannot go back in space or time. You can only go forward. Whatever befalls, it is a treasure of life that has befallen. No longer be a tragedian. What do you think would happen if you knew, really knew, that everything in life that befalls is a blessing? What would happen is that, soon enough, what you perceive as blessings, well, more of them would befall you. What is it you want? Dwell in the house of what you want. Get out of that maze that tells you that you made a wrong turn. Drink every drop of life, and relish it. When you are thirsty, drink. Drink at the well of life. And when you are heavy-hearted, drink at the well. Have gladness in your heart, for you are living life. You have life. You are an experiencer of life in the world. You know it is illusion that you have been hit with a ton of bricks. Where are the bricks that assaulted you? They are not to be seen. You know it is illusion that you have been hit with a Mack truck. Where is the truck that hit you? It is illusion that you have been hit with. If life were a language, you are simply not reading it right. You haven't understood it. Beloveds, you are taking a crash course in the language of life. You don't have to understand every word of your life. You just have to live it. You are learning the language of life.
"Gratitude is the music of the heart its chords swept by the breeze of kindness"
~Author unknown~ |
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