Heavenletters

God said:

Beloved, it isn’t exactly that I look upon you, although there is that. I look within Myself, and what do I see? Why, you resplendent within Me. I champion you Who art My very Self.

“Good job, God,” I say. Yes, I take credit, for you, for, yes, you are My Will, My Creation that I hand to you with great satisfaction. I know something good when I see it. I give you credit from the joy of My heart. Stand tall, Beloved. The soft spot of your head touches Heaven.

God said:

Beloved, when your heart aches, I am well aware it’s no joke. Let Us get you onto the sunny side of the street. Does this sound corny to you? Then let it be corny.

Here, take My hand. There is more to see in the very world you live in. All you have to do is to cross the street with Me. Let’s stroll along hand in hand, Beloved.

God said:

Beloved, you know that when all is said and done, of course, you do hold some responsibility for the hard road your life may go down. You know better by now than to think that you are totally free of responsibility for your life. You contribute somehow, in some way, somewhat, sometimes, now and again in one way or another.

God said:

Beloveds, Godwriters who write down for Me know only what they hear Me say. I, God, on the other hand, have the whole picture all at once in what could be called in an instant. A fine, deep Godwriter who hears me well may pick up a piece at a time and then another piece of the puzzle as he or she waits for Me to plop more down. Therefore, even the most sentient of Godwriters knows the short of it and not the long of it. It may be like this, yet not always. One or another Godwriter may hear me in one long patch.

God said:

Beloved, I know your Oneness like you know the nose on your face. You are just catching on to Oneness. You don’t yet know every inch or mountain of Our Oneness. Go ahead, take center stage. Express yourself now as far as your questions take you. You, valiant Godwriter, write!

God said:

Beloved, I hear you ask Me from the far reaches of your mind:

“Dear God, what is the sum total of life, and in particular, my life, if I can indeed call my life my own? Where does this that is called my life exist? Is my life lived within its recollection, or is it not?

God said:

Beloved, dearly Beloved, Seeker of Love and Wisdom, keep your heart flowing and blossoming and your heart as light as air with the essences of sweetness of flowers at your beck and call as love mills all over the happy Universe.

No heart is to carry the weight of heaviness nor darkness. All hearts are to be full of light and love. And this is it. This is the whole story as it is reported in Heaven. This is the whole story of God, and the whole story of God and life on its high-spirited way to you and the wondrousness of enlightenment. This is the true story of the flow of life and what is God-given to you without reservation. All is set full sail for you abounding.

God said:

Beloved, you think of another long ago friend of yours from many long years ago. Your heart aches to talk to once more to this friend. You have no way of knowing if this long ago friend is still alive.

God said:

Life gives you second chances, and human hearts ache for revelations to be the way life used to be when you were young – barefoot and rosy-cheeked, life new and full of glory when you made leaps and bounds, and a surprise dawns, calling to you, a new twist, a delightful upturn, an accelerated brightening, a stirring, a reconnoiter, a love for life as it arises on the horizon. As it happens, two twists unexpectedly came your way today – sort of two Universes – can they be called Parallel Universes?

A long-ago acquaintance wearing a big smile, her arms full of a big hug, rushed up to greet you in the supermarket this morning. She, whose name you can’t remember, was overjoyed to see you. She made seeing you an event! She walked out of the mist happy to see you.

God said:

Beloved, in terms of daily life, you are in the present. I wonder, does the present mean between one moment and another? That is: Where does the present exist?

It’s clear to Me there is no past that resides. There is no time after all. Time can only be transient. There is no way that Infinity and Eternity can be staggered in separate spaces. Wholeness is Wholeness.