To find our calling is to find the intersection between our own deep gladness and the world's deep hunger.
-- Frederick Buechner
Tuesday, June 21, 2011, 11:34 AM [General]
To find our calling is to find the intersection between our own deep gladness and the world's deep hunger.
-- Frederick Buechner
Thursday, May 19, 2011, 1:09 PM [General]
couldn't resist sharing this with any who may pass this way, this is great...
HEAVEN #3828 Enter the Heaven of Lightheartedness, May 19, 2011
Hither and flither, whither and yon. So is the nonsense of the day. Much of the time, nonsense makes as much sense as sense. Some days, nothing makes sense no matter how you turn it over and look at it.
Love that gives and doesn’t ask for anything in return beats its drums in the human heart. Let love, not sense, be the point of your day. Even in a desert, you can love. Even in a mountain cave, you can love. Even in a dungeon, you can love. Even lost in a woods, you can love. There is nowhere where you cannot love.
I will tell you further that there is no one that you cannot love. The truth of that may seem far away from you now. It may seem absurd to you now, and yet that is the truth of it. You can love one and all. If you can love one, you can love all. Perhaps you have not loved one. Perhaps you have not even loved yourself. Or not very much. Only a little, or only when you wear a mask. Odds are you haven’t really thought of yourself as worth loving. It’s a good thing you have Me in your corner, for too often you do not really have yourself on your side. Too often you have been self-defeating, alas.
Now come out of the doldrums. Come out of the dark woods of your thoughts and enter into the Heaven of light-heartedness. You do not manufacture joy, yet you can call it to you. You can call anything to you. You have.
Now wholeheartedly call to you love for yourself. Say, “Love in my heart, get over here. Love me. Love God. Love all others. God tells me that there are no others. Well, then, love me and let that love be enough for all. How about it, God?”
That is what I have been waiting to hear you say. How about it? It is just hunky-dory with Me. Catch the love I give to you. I give it to you by the barrel. By the ton. I deliver huge cranes of love, and the love is light. It is bright light, and it carries weight, and yet it doesn’t weigh a feather. The most valuable asset you have is love. There is none other equal to it. Nothing compares to the love in your heart. Love in your heart has always been there. I delivered all the love in Heaven to the world long ago. You may not have noticed. You noticed perhaps a little. Mountains of love have been stifled. Bring all that love out now. You can do it. You can intend it right now.
Say to the love in your heart:
“I speak to you, all that buried love in my heart. Make yourself known now. Come out of my heart like budding flowers, and let yourself be seen. Let me see the flowering of my heart. Let my heart blossom and never stop. Let my heart be a blossoming rose or even a common dandelion. Love can be sturdy. It can be yellow like a dandelion. It can be any color it wants. It can be any color of love it is. An ounce of love is as good as a mile. My heart is a garden of love, and it spreads everywhere. I tell you now, My heart of love, spread yourself everywhere now so I may see you and give you away at the same time I hold you close to me. Bury my heart in your beautiful blossoms of love, and that is how you reveal my heart. Right now, I blow kisses to my love, and send you off, not to seek your fortune, but to give yourself away like dandelion puffs that fly everywhere, hither and flither and yon.”
Friday, May 6, 2011, 11:33 AM [General]
HEAVEN #3815 Bright Golden Light , May 6, 2011
Do you have any idea of how enchanted I am with you? Yes, you. You with all your foibles, I adore you. That’s how it is. I love you, and I love the core of you.
With each of My children, I see a bright golden light. Each of you has that, is that. This is what I see. I see this golden reflection of Myself. That is the core of you. That is you without all the encumbrances you wrap around yourself.
I see your essence, and what I see is the essence of you. Your light, My light, are the same.
Your light is covered with a body and all your thoughts.
Imagine yourself for a moment, if you will, as bright beautiful radiating golden light. Imagine your heart as a bright sun revolving in your chest. That’s it. That’s who you are. A bright sun spinning. How Our light embraces.
At the core of you, you are no less than the Great Ones. What they had, you have too. It is all there within you. If only you could see yourself as this bright golden light, you would own the world. You would own Heaven. You would own love. You would own to love is what I mean. You would admit it. You would know Who you really are. You would not be blinded by your radiance. You would see for the first time. You would see yourself as I do see you. You would be light itself.
And then you would see everyone else the same. You would see Truth. You would move in Truth. You wouldn’t compromise Truth. You wouldn’t be distant from it. You would embrace the light of yourself which is Truth abiding. There is no other Truth than love, and you are the bright light of love. You feed the Earth and all in it with your abiding light. You are the light that shines. You are My Shining Light. You are the light of the Earth and you are the light of My love, resplendent on a world that needs Our light.
What could possibly trouble such beautiful golden swirls of light as My children are? What strength you are. What a Being. What nothings can you be entangled with? Let the entanglements go. Allow yourself to be the bright light that you most certainly are. You are nothing but bright light. All the rest is illusion you have been carrying on with. You have been talking to phantoms.
You are light and nothing but light. You are the radiance of My heart. You are My glance upon the world.
There are no conditions to My love, for I see My light in you. There is no fault to find with your beautiful light, and, when I look at you, that’s what I see, the magnificence of My light as if I were looking into a mirror. I am looking into a mirror that is you, and I see Myself. What is not to love?
I have said before that you are love and nothing but love. And now I tell you that light and love are One. Do not hide under the covers, beloveds. Bare your light so that the world and everyone in it is lighted. You are not this mortal dust. You are not meager. You are not suffering. You know not illness. You are not timid. The Bright Light that you are knows not fear. What is there to fear? All bright light is One. You and I are One Bright Light. We are like laser light that pierces the world into knowingness of itself.
The seeming world is made of many bright lights, and so the world is lighted, and you are the lighting of it. You are the lighter of the world and the brightening of it.
Monday, April 25, 2011, 4:28 PM [General]
Savoring it all...
For 13 years I had a stained glass studio. I
Wednesday, April 20, 2011, 8:21 PM [General]
i feel this one is important for all of us to read and comprehend!
HEAVEN #3799 Welcome to Heaven, April 20, 2011
The world you live in is a dream. Make it a good dream. Your dreams are coming true. You are your own dream coming true.
I see such a panorama before Me. It is whirling fast.
You have been feeling the whirling, the spinning, the helixes of life on the move.
The world is not staying the same, nor are you. The world is flowering right before your eyes, and you are flowering right before My eyes. You may not have kept up with yourself yet. You may be seeing yourself falling apart rather than coming together, but you are not broken. You are a new design being put together. Whirling in space, you are coming into your own. You may be feeling that you are being whipped into shape and perhaps roughly. Never mind. The centrifugal force will slow down and you will be stepping out of the time travel car you have been riding in.
You are entering a new dimension of life right where you belong. It may take some getting used to. When Cinderella moved into the palace, she had to learn her way around. At first it was strange. She had a lot to get used to. It took a while before she knew in her bones that she was a real princess and no longer had to think about it.
As for you, you have entered the vast Universe. The boundaries have faded. Yet you are not lost. You are found. You are finding your true nature and the nature of the world. You have entered the Promised Land. You are here. You have passed Go.
You made a voyage, and you have reached the New Land. You have lived in it before, so it is not really new. You have rediscovered it. Beloveds, today you are new on the Planet Earth. All the bulwarks which previous bolstered you have floated away. You have been feeling the ocean waves, and yet you are not floating. It may seem so, yet it is the other train that is moving away. You only feel that you are. Nothing is really topsy-turvy now. Everything is right-side-up.
You are not floundering. You are getting your bearings. You will begin to feel a balance, a taller balance, let’s say. You are feeling taller. That is how rising makes you feel. It is as though you have been in a whirlwind, and now you find yourself in a tree. How did you get here? You are still you, and yet you are you who has opened your eyes wide. You see better, all the better to love what you see. Your vision is better. You can throw away your old glasses now. You don’t need them. You are a new you looming over the horizon. You are entering the other side of the horizon, the horizon that you have always wanted to peek over.
The distance between Heaven and Earth has shortened. You are taller, and you are just in reach of Heaven. Extend yourself, that’s all it takes. Extend your heart and your hand. You have been hiking to Heaven for a long time, and now Heaven has come to you. It has landed on you. It has reached your awareness. With new eyes, you see. You see what has always been, only hidden, only disguised from you.
And you, yourself, are no longer in disguise. You have bared your heart to Me and to the world. You have taken off that big cloak, and you have bowed down to the Sun of Life. As you bowed, so have you risen. Welcome to Heaven. Welcome.
this painting [farchian] is called 'the veil of secrecy'
Saturday, April 2, 2011, 6:35 PM [General]
this short film blew my socks off - i hope you'll spread this around...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011, 8:00 PM [General]
A letter from Dr Masaru Emoto...
"The water of Fukushima Nuclear Plant,
Sunday, March 27, 2011, 12:05 PM [General]
and they just keep getting better and better - this is best yet, IMO!
HEAVEN #3775 Deeply Desiring Oneness with God…, March 27, 2011
Naturally, you feel a sadness at the idea that your individuality will disappear, that you will no longer exist, you, this individuality that you have become so tied to, this individuality that sets you apart. Your individuality has been your signature. If your individuality doesn’t exist, you wonder what is left. If you, as you know yourself, are gone, then you are no longer separate.
You are sure you have deeply desired Oneness with Me, yet, at second thought, if that means you disappear, you’re not so sure. You have depended upon your name Fred or Alice and your ties and all the ruffles of you. They seemingly hold you up. The truth is that, although you may not adore every bit of your life, you really do adore your identity in the world. You like to hear your name. It makes you turn around, and you are pleased. You have been noticed. You have been singled out. When you win the lottery, you have been singled out. You want to be One with Me, and, at the same time, you do like being singled out.
Deep in the shadows of your heart, so attached are you to your individuality, so affected are you by that which makes you stand out from everyone else, you are not so sure that you want to, in effect, throw yourselves to the wolves, or, in this case, throw yourself into the brew of Oneness.
You would never be happier than in Oneness with Me, and, yet, parting is such sweet sorrow, and you are not so inclined to depart from your individuality.
Let’s face it. There is a tug of war that goes on inside you. How holy do you want to be, you wonder. What about those nights on the town with the boys? What about movies and books and fish? Are you going to have to give up your favorite foods as well? What about celebrations? If you were One with Me, you would really have to let go of the past. Could Oneness be a limitation, after all?
I assure you that Oneness is expansiveness. Individuality is a border. Individuality is a limit. Oneness is not. In Oneness, do not think that you are giving up. There is a difference between giving up and letting go. A time comes when toy trains aren’t so important to you as once they were. You do not and cannot give up that which you have already passed by.
Oneness is not sacrifice, beloveds. In any case, Oneness is ordained. It is not for you to weigh and sort. It is not like you are going on a long trip and have to decide what to take and what to leave behind. You are going to a new pasture, and what is there that you have to take with you? Honestly, you don’t have to bring the relative world along. Enjoy the relative while the relative is yours. You will enjoy Oneness a hundred-thousand-million times more. In Oneness, it is not an option to enjoy or not to enjoy. Besides, enjoy is too small a word for the joy of Oneness in Excelsis Deo. In fact, there is no word for the ecstasy of Oneness. Where Oneness is, there is no language as you know language. Well, there is the language of love which you understand instantly. You discover what love is and how much of it you are.
Don’t worry about taking your toe out of the water you have dipped it in. In My metaphor, you trade in your toes for wings. You turn in your toys for the ecstasy of Oneness with All That Is, and you are not making a decision at all. You are ready. Really, it is not a biggie.
Thursday, March 24, 2011, 2:09 PM [General]
HEAVEN #3772 Begin Love Today, March 24, 2011
The person to forgive is yourself. No matter what you have done, it is done, and it is the past. Please forgive yourself your past. It is yourself that your heart is set against. It is yourself you are impatient with. It is yourself who has trespassed, and it is yourself that you must pardon.
The seeming streams of other people are pictures taken of you. This is hard to take, I know. The only enemy in the whole world is yourself. This is all illusion, of course, for you imagine enmity. You make it out of thin air. You oppose yourself. You fantasize disabling thoughts, and blame them on someone else.
The thing is that there is no someone else. You, as you know yourself, do not exist either. So what is this whole fuss about? You think it’s about what someone else said, or what someone else did, or what someone else should have said or done in justice to you. You can only be all fraught with yourself. All the affronts to you, you perpetrated upon yourself. You framed someone else. You targeted someone else. You made a false picture of yourself and put someone else’s name under it.
There is no such thing as someone else. Nor do you, as you see yourself, exist. Bodies seem to exist and receive lots of attention, yet bodies are not the heart of the matter. Your disavowal of Truth is the heart of the matter. What is the matter is not what someone else has said or done. You are in disfavor of yourself. It is a great con game you’re involved in. You have conned yourself into believing that you are aggrieved.
I, God, am not aggrieved. I never am. I do not stay awake all night belaboring anyone’s ignorance or lack of tribute to Me. I know better. You, on the other hand, are disjointed and look outside the Kingdom within you for comfort or discomfort. Grace yourself instead.
There are no bad guys. You have created them all in your fertile imagination. A spark of your thought was lit somewhere in the Universe. You saw it like a fallen star. You have decided yourself as the one who is to remedy the world. Remedy your misperceptions, beloveds.
The thought of being true to your own self be true takes on new meaning. Rid yourself of false thought.
Consider, what if you have been mistaken? Consider, what if you have been misled? What if you have misled yourself? I repeat. There are no bad guys. The bad guys are your thoughts, and it is not the first time that thoughts have manifested themselves. Let go of negative thinking by forgiving yourself for your imagination. Forgive yourself for having created less than beauty in the world. You have scribbled on the world and drawn graffiti. You have been busy. If the world were a great artist’s rendition, you have scribbled in a moustache. In so doing, you have falsified the art, and you have falsified yourself.
Begin your reformation by forgiving yourself. There is nothing else to do. Stop holding things against yourself or against any other. Free the world from your sense of reparation.
No one owes you anything. You owe everyone everything. You owe everyone forgiveness of yourself. Let yourself out of the prison you have made for yourself. You made the bars that block your perception. You condemned yourself and others to a life of trial. Condemn no one. Certainly, no longer condemn Truth to obscurity. Say goodbye to falsehood. Pardon yourself. Give yourself a lifelong pardon. Begin love today.
Sunday, March 20, 2011, 1:02 PM [General]
HEAVEN #3768 The Sunlight Is So Bright , March 20, 2011
There comes a time in life when you recognize all that you are and all that you are capable of. At the same time as you soar, your feet touch ground, and you no longer see yourself holding the importance that you once had. You are stronger than ever, and yet you don’t exist. You are a cipher. You don’t know where you are or that you even are. In the act of discovering yourself, you discover you have flown the coop. You have flown away somewhere you know not where. You never existed. You were mistaken. You only thought you existed.
The realization that you are not can be disconcerting. You thought you were going to become exalted, and you find you have disappeared. This great enlightening has been a world reality check. Why, you are nothing at all. There is nothing left of you. You are invisible to yourself. You cannot locate yourself anywhere.
Then it must be that you are everywhere. How can you be everywhere and nowhere at the same time? How can you be nothing and everything at the same time?
The sunlight is so bright you cannot be seen. The sun is in your eyes. You are more than you ever thought you were, and still you are nothing at all.
Has the idea of enlightenment been a fraud perpetuated on you?
Have you been nothing at all right along?
You cannot find yourself. You would like to look up at the stars and see yourself, and yet you don’t see yourself in the stars. You embrace the stars, but where and what are you?
Were you ever? Did you ever exist? All that you thought you were – was it a false image? Were tricks being played on you? Were you playing tricks on yourself?
When you go through photo albums, you wonder who that person is that seems to be so full of himself. Once upon a time, that’s who you thought you were. A body surrounded by other bodies.
A terrible thing has happened. You can’t see yourself. You amount to nothing. You can’t see anyone else either. You are blinded by the Sun, or is it that you were blinded before when you thought you could see? Have you been looking at the TV? Once you were a TV star, and now you, the you that you believed in, has disappeared before your very eyes.
You see your hands typing away, yet whose hands are typing away. What are hands doing there, moving there, fluctuating there, connected to the keyboard there? They are as much you as the keyboard is you. Everything has disappeared. The whole world disappeared when you did. Will it ever be found again? Will you ever find it again?
You are waiting for something to appear.
The way it is now is that you can’t even see Me, sense Me. You sense a void... You may even feel that you have been left holding the bag.
This long-touted enlightenment takes some getting used to. Of course, it does. The whole world is floating away with you on it. You are unlocatable. Nothing is locatable, and where are you or anyone to locate the world or anything at all?
You feel as Rip Van Winkle must have felt. You went to bed. You think it is the next morning that you are rousing yourself, and yet you discover that, in Earth time, it has been years and years. In your case, it has been eons.
You have heard that to find yourself, you have to lose yourself. You seem to have lost yourself, and, yet, you are nowhere to be found.
You ask yourself: “Where am I? Can I be found? Or, am I lost forever? If I am in God’s embrace, when will I feel the warmth of His embrace? Am I no longer able to?”
It seems that you have been lost forever and will never be found again. Why do you have to be found somewhere when you ARE?
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