Adrift from the Ocean of Love

God said:

Do I have you, or do you have Me? What is the difference? In Oneness, We behold the love of Our One Heart. That I am you, and that you are I, is a play on words, for Oneness alone is. Oneness is rich and never lonely. I am never lonely, and yet this particle you call yourself often is. Loneliness could be called a condition of life. No one likes it, and yet there is a tendency for My children to hold on to it as though the illusion of separateness were a precious thing. The good is that loneliness pangs your heart. Your heart knows that loneliness is fiction. Loneliness squeezes the Truth out of you. It leads you to confession. It leads you to the confession of Our Oneness. It makes you spit out the plum pit of Truth.

It does say something to be lonely. It says you are longing to experience that which is yours and yet that which you feel far from. The opposite of imagined loneliness is the Oneness of Oneness. Oneness is not lonely. A perceived particle of Oneness experiences loneliness because it has distanced itself in its imagination from the Whole. There is no deserted island. Adrift from the Ocean of Love, a particle of the Ocean yearns for All of Itself. All the while, the idea of separation is preposterous. It is too awful to contemplate.

And, so, here We are in Our Wonderful Oneness, and the imagined you imagines yourself isolated, and you choose a gang of one kind or another to keep you from the dismal sense of isolation which is an absurd sense, for Oneness Alone Is. You are One Wholeness of Love. That’s it. You are no “other.” There is no “other.” Oneness alone is. You may have turned off the light in your heart. You may have suborned yourself. You may have told yourself: “You are alone here. You are only a dot in the world. You have no standing, for you stand alone. Love has absented itself from you.” And then you beat your chest and you weep for yourself.

Beloveds, weep for your folly in adhering to such an idea. Indeed, your imagination is great. You can even imagine Aloneness. If you can imagine Aloneness, you can imagine anything. You have imagined Nothingness as emptiness instead of recognizing the Everythingness of Nothingness. You have absented your innate perception of Wholeness. Oneness is not a splinter. Oneness is All of It. You are not a sliver. You are Everything. You are Everything, only you have dispossessed yourself from Truth. You have wandered off somewhere on an isolated lane, and you have called that lane proof of loneliness. You, who sit in My heart, have proclaimed yourself away from love.

You own nothing but Oneness, and yet you have disowned it. You have disenfranchised yourself from your sense of Oneness. You cannot separate yourself from Oneness, yet you can detach yourself from awareness of it, and that is what you have done.

In life, when you have gone down a lonely lane and you know that isn’t where you meant to go, you turn around and find the street you had meant to be on.

Better you search for the lost sense of Oneness than to stay on the lane and mourn that you are lost in that little lane. Better to get up and find your true address. Your true address is where I dwell. Your true address is Heaven, or, if you prefer, your true address at present is Heaven on Earth. Yet there is no Earth, beloveds. There is Heaven, One Heaven, One Heart, One God, One you.

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With every good wish. Have a question

Hello sisters and brothers.
Good morning God.
Express gratitude for all my blessings.
Have a question.
While translating met a difficulty:
It makes you spit out the plum pit of Truth. , not sure that will translate perfectly well.
Thanks and have a great day!

plum pit

Elizabeth, dear Russian translator, there are lots of sources on the internet, you may have seen them, that say something like: "The feeling of an obstruction in the throat (when there's not an actual physical obstruction) is called Plum Pit" or that "Emotions such as sadness or frustration can produce a lump in the throat" that feels as if a plum pit is lodged there. Unfortunately, those sources are all traditional Chinese medicine, so we cannot be sure if this is the intended meaning in this Heavenletter, although it looks like it is. Let's wait for native speakers to explain this.

Thanks again

Thank you dearest Jochen.Thanks again. i've already translated, and understood correctly. I asked one nice native american and he explained me. Sometimes i feel intuitively, and when i'm not sure - i ask for the confirmation.
Thanks again and blessed be.
It's a great pleasure to receive such a kind notes from you....
Greetings and best wishes.

Do I have you, or do you

Do I have you, or do you have Me? What is the difference? In Oneness, We behold the love of Our One Heart. That I am you, and that you are I, is a play on words, for Oneness alone is. Oneness is rich and never lonely. I am never lonely, and yet this particle you call yourself often is. Loneliness could be called a condition of life. No one likes it, and yet there is a tendency for My children to hold on to it as though the illusion of separateness were a precious thing. The good is that loneliness pangs your heart. Your heart that knows loneliness is fiction. Loneliness squeezes the Truth out of you. It leads you to confession. It leads you to the confession of Our Oneness. It makes you spit out the plum pit of Truth.

Beloved Elizabeth, this is a metaphor, and, so far as I know, a new metaphor. The truth is that We are Oneness. We have hidden this from ourselves. We believed in fiction, and now truth comes out. "Now you spit out Truth." As if Truth were a plum pit that got stuck in our throats. Now Truth comes to the surface.

Thanks for asking, dear one, and thanks for all your translating. Fortunate are the Russian-speaking people who receive your translations.

Thank you dear Gloria

Thanks again, dear Gloria.
I made this translation on one breathe. Wonderful.
Do not sure about Russian readers, but as for my heart.....Full of love and gratitude.
This day is full of love now.

Blessings and blessings.
Love

A second degree metaphor.

We eat only "forms" of the Truth. The real Truth of the plum lies in the kernel, the pit, because it contains the plan. Our Real Self is a kernel, a pit, a plan. It can't be swallowed. It has to be sown.

ADRIFT FROM THE OCEAN OF LOVE

DEAR MAESTRO, CREATOR OF LOVE AND LOVER OF ALL THAT IS, WE DO HAVE VIVID IMAGINATIONS. AND YOU DID

SEND US OFF TO A PLACE WHICH DOESN'T EXIST, BUT SURELY AS THE DAY IS LONG, IT FEELS DAMNED REAL. I DO

REMEMBER IN JESHUA'S COURSE IN MIRACLES, HE SAYS, "'THERE IS NO WORLD". IN OTHER WORDS, IT'S ALL A DREAM.

WELL, WE'RE DOING OUR BEST THESE DAYS TO REMIND OURSELVES THAT THE DIVINE MAESTRO, FATHER MOTHER

GOD IS ALIVE WITHIN OUR HEARTS. AND JESHUA IS A MOST ADORABLE SPIRIT AND WE ARE IN LOVE WITH HIM AND

OF COURSE HE IS YOU. THERE IS NO OTHER. WELL, AS YOU SAY WE HAVE DETACHED OUR AWARENESS FROM

THE REALITY OF ONENESS. A STRANGE LINGERING SENSE OF ABANDONMENT LURKS LIKE A SNAKE IN THE GRASS

SOMETIMES. I KNOW YOU UNDERSTAND AND FORGIVE, AND WE DO LOVE THESE LOVE LETTERS THAT COME INTO

OUR MAILBOXES EVERY DAY, SENT TO HELP US WAKEN FROM THE NIGHTMARE WE'VE CREATED FOR OURSELVES.

Nothing else

Like the moth around the flame, I gravitate toward Love. ( I hope the address is right )

Seems to be a funnel. One

Seems to be a funnel. One address for all and everything.

Not that easy

Indeed! Heaven has always sounded so promiscuous to me. "Oneness is not lonely", that is quite a threat.
Anyway, same address, but miriades are affected with dyslexia.

Just be careful, Emilia.You

Just be careful, Emilia.You know what usually happens when a moth turns around a light or a flame?

the moth knows

But Normand, aren't we all supposed to end like the moth...burnt?
I will not allow moths to steal the game.

Most moths get eaten.

Most moths get eaten.

odd tastes

Yes, but you have to cook them before eating.

It does say something to be lonely.

Loneliness squeezes the Truth out of you. It leads you to confession. It leads you to the confession of Our Oneness. Once again I cannot help the silly assertion, "Correct, dear God, bravo!" The lonelier, the more urgent the confession is desired and perhaps the more resolute it is attempted. Following yesterday's Heavenletter, loneliness is a good wall to come up against. Something to love. Thank you, loneliness.

Loneliness, perceived God-forsakenness, has its history, of course, but I don't feel like staring at it any longer. Better you search for the lost sense of Oneness