We know that our perceived limitations don't come from our body but rather from our identification with the body. This identification is a mental projection which can be but a confusion in motivation. And this motivation is about the willingness to accept the premises of God or the premises of the ego.

God is always in our mind as part of our identification with His. But free will creates states of mind which are not God's and our recognition of what is in them depends on what we believe about our mind. And there are only two sets of premises which condition two sets of beliefs: Truth and illusion.

The difference between Truth and illusion is that Truth, as long as it is God's will, has nothing to do with our willingness. It is our ability to see the logical outcome of God's premises or ego's premises that comes from our willingness to see it. God says that we are redeemed, that there is no need for redemption. But we think we have to be redeemed so we can play the role of cast-off, of hostages. That is why we need to demonstrate the obvious to ourself because it is not obvious to us, even if it is obvious to God. The problem is not whether what God says is true, but whether we want to listen to what He says.

Can we really make the difference between what is joyful and what is painful? We are likely to confuse the two. When God proposes us joy, we think He is asking us a sacrifice. But the real sacrifice is giving up the ego and yet, sacrificing the ego is sacrificing nothing. On the contrary, it is gaining everything.

"If there is suffering, the intellect has misconstrued." If we associate suffering mainly with the body, how does the intellect misconstrue? Could we go as far as to say that the body is endangered by the mind in the sense that it is the mind that hurts itself through denial? Does the body just suffer because the mind fails to realize that it is the victim of itself? Does the mind use the mask of the body's suffering to hide what it really is suffering from?

The mind seems to be its own ennemy. "You don’t have to be fooled by the intellect. There is another view in sight."

Sometimes I feel a Heavenletter could end after the first paragraph, the first sentence.

Where does upset come from? Body? No, only from exclusive identification with body.

From first glimpses of what Greatness means, I know I have never believed in Greatness almost my whole life, even my whole spiritual life. I have not believed in God, I have not really believed in spritit however much I thought I did. I was a materialist although I would have vehemently denied that. Until you see, you don't believe.

Now, often, I feel something around me, huge, gentle, kind, smiling, powerful. It is distinctly an entity and distinctly personal but formless; it is a you; and it is I. I would call it all-powerful friendliness. It's what you would have needed for reassurance those many years ago when you started doubting.

Anyway, intimately knowing this entity, this other side of yourself, upset is unthinkable. And when there are first glimpses, reunion and intimacy cant' be that far.

Yes, without at least first glimpses, poor intellect can only package things wrongly. It is not to blame. It was sent in the wrong direction once and will gradually rethink now.

dear God heavenley father,
i feel conportable your letter everyday when am read this letter,
that day com for me my last end of my life, am not wory,
eneymore, you are with me, thank you so much all your
letter,dear God,,

To express sorrow, especially with a humorous grin, is the most honest way we can bow with Grace and compassion.

All form eventually disappears so man-made commitments will always disappoint us here, and since the only game in town is that we think we are still here, then the most honest way to express is to ruefully bow with a humorous grin. What we each carry inside our form is as precious as Spirit seems is so invisible, so even when we think we can move around some here, anywhere can seem to merely express our own private portable paradise, honestly.

Since what is essential is invisible to any eye, and since love and joy can’t come visit us until we are not there, and since listening with a God-give Glisten seems what will always make believe we can disappear for others talking, and since our form only has value when we ‘be the love’ that ‘believe’ says without even saying, then ruefully grinning can become the beginning of letting go any ruthless and poignant energy of ego fear and control hostage taking.

We would be more honest than most if we admit to ourselves that only shame and fear are what keep us wanting to pretend we are still here. It has been my turn to pretend that I have been a man, mere man, here and the more I forgive others with the help of Spirit and a conscious contact with God, the more I begin to think like Spirit as if ONENESS is the way out of our shared delusion. I begin to think that God loves us so much that when we drop in here in this phase of our spiritual development that He gives us even linear time illusions to slow down enough to reconcile with our lost Spirit light, love, aliveness.

We perceive that getting born here is a sort of life, and while our unconscious anger and shame make us deaf and spiritually blind, while God may send us here with renewed conscience that withers as soon as any child pretends for the sake of parent form that has forgotten their own claim to inner child-like innocence. LIFE in Spirit, as Spirit, in the formless, even riding around in the portable paradise of our body taxis can unlearn ego impressions of hidden karma, forgive others as fast as they appear as daily bread, and develop a new mind of light, love alive by animating energy again on the way to expressing delight in response to every stimulus of form, if we just admit that even thinking in bodies is a symptom that we are still really filled with disappointment and sorrow.

What better inspiration than an unassuming rueful grin can ever speak better to the ultimate honesty than our usual self centered arrogance that precludes a life time of pretending our essence as human brings has more value than our Spirit. Ruthlessness, then, seems more like a hiding place as we pretend this phase is the only way to really live. All of us are always really innocent as we play the mirrors for others that need us to learn to unlearn and relearn the joy of learning that only comes with an honest intention to become kind, gentle, and emanate goodness again.

Old perceptions fall away like the skin falls off any undead perceptions, new hearing begins to take place in the heart that even the spelling of ‘heart’ implies, and seeing on the heart of others' sorrow, and fear becomes the catalyst to renew even more and deeper compassion for, even ourselves, so weary and indifferent. New perceptions of what love is and what love isn’t help our new mind of delight and compassion serve others with such devotion that emerges like an inner fountain and never again seems like old fashioned helping from ego that deeply wounds the shared hearts of codependent victims and victimizers, totally resigned to the hopelessness of emerging resentment building.

Peace comes to givers and receiver mirrors of Divine communion enterprises and truer letting go of pretentious ruthlessness upturns lip edges that bow with a knowing rueful expression that monks and mystics reveal as the most honest way to inspire others to surrender. Children play and actors seem driven on a mission pretending this is life, elder statesmen share from their heart-humility as if admitting humor is more a sign of Spirit than any serious attempt to keep on pretending. Life in Spirit, even before we drop here in some form or other is where we all return to eventually, but we don’t have to die first to activate our own energy of light, love.Funny how the way to the light isn’t like a moth to the flame, but more love than ever imagined comes from accepting and forgiving others around us as the mirrors of our own selves.

When we fall into a dark hole that is waiting for us all to experience, then the way out isn’t toward the light at the entrance of our trap, but to ask for help when we’re experiencing the darkness of our own projected trappings. If we can pretend that this is all Maya, and illusion, then we can pretend our way right back out of what has merely beguiled us all here together like lost sheep. The way out isn’t toward any centralization herding, but up mountain paths to the pure emerging springs that comes with renewing thirst that always sweetens as we ourselves, transform into ambassadors with no more judging that only can come from our own unconscious guilting projection movies.

Seeing without any more need for form, hearing truth and beauty within silent night stillness, talking from the heart of touching honesty and inspiration, God Glistening when listening to encourage others deeper honest telling, and grinning with a touch of humor when bowing with a rueful expression of God-given Grace, all will help let go of ruthless pretending as goodness emanates from renewing innocence as a gentle kindness replaces any more need for more poignant seeming worshiping form.

Discipline and devotion to forgiveness through Spirit, ascension toward the Golden Mosaic scintillating new wonder and happiness of ONENESS, renewing innocence within a conscious connection with our precious conscience, and enjoying intuitive guidance that only can come with renewing prescience, all help us hear the ‘sssss’ sound of ‘sc’ together transforming form into freedom from guilt, where that ecstasy comes flowing when imbibing in more formless intention paradise.