Being Who You Are

God said:

From the vector of My heart comes My love. Wherever you are, whoever you are, whoever you think you are or the world thinks you are, you are the direction of My love. Furthermore, you are the receiver of My love and the disseminator of it. You are everything to Me. I more than embrace you. I am within you. You you are My beloved Self. I know no strangers. I know only My Own, and all are My Own. We are One bound in love which is the same as to say that We are One freed in love. Love can go anywhere. It does go everywhere.

You are the love of My heart. I cannot say this strongly enough. I love you in Me, and I love Me in you. I love, and you are My love resting on Earth. You are the light of the world, and so am I. We work in tandem. We don't make a move without the other, as if there were other than the Oneness of Love.

We use such figures of speech, and yet We divulge Ourselves in Silence. Our power is not in the thunderclaps. Our power is in the Silence from which the thunderclaps come.

We are the Power. We are the Source of All That Is Good. We serve the Universe and all who abide within it. We abide together within Our One Self.

We have such an intimacy. We have an excruciatingly beautiful and divine intimacy. There is nothing like it. When you as perceived individuality love to see a drop of dew on a leaf, We are intimate, the perceived you, I, dew and the leaf.

When you breathe in fresh air, We breathe together as One. You are My Oneness brought to Me in a myriad of ways, and, yet, Oneness can only be Oneness. It cannot be less than Oneness. Oneness is Mine, and it is yours, and, so, it is Ours. It is Our Oneness. We are Oneness Guaranteed. We are Oneness for Eternity. We are permanently established in love. There is nothing for you to know. There is everything for you to be. You roll over in Our love, and it is good.

If I am Almighty, then you also must have My Almightiness. Whatever I AM, you ARE. Potential is Reality, beloveds. If Christ and Buddha and all the Great Ones lived Divinity on Earth, then so can you. What is Divinity on Earth or in Heaven but love, love not loud or branded, just simple silent love echoing in waves of itself. Oh, the power of love. Therein lies Our Almightiness. Therein lies Our Beauty. Therein lies Peace. Therein lies Our Simplicity. Therein lie Our Hearts, Our One Heart, Our One Love stirs the pot of the world, and it is good.

Your purpose is the same as Mine. We serve the Universe. We culture it. We love it. We internalize and externalize the Universe, you and I as One wield Oneness right and left. We are the baton of love. We set the beat of all hearts. We beat to the tune of love. We are the intention and extension of love. We are alike.

We are greater than your individuality has dreamed of. The inseparable Oneness of the proclaimed Us is all-consuming. We are consummate love, and We are nothing but. Any seeming else that drifts across your vision is illusion. It is only a mask of the world. It is not the real thing. The real thing is love, and you are learning the mastery of love which is simply being Who You Are.

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thank you thank you of your loveng letter

dear God heavenley father,
whem am read your heaven flower of love,
am feel so garden you planted your beauteful rosses,
in my hearth, yes am feel so being wher i am,
must of my being life i feel so very flower to you very fresk,
and my hearth i feel like crown not my thought,,
dear God thank you thank your loveley letter,

You are everything to Me. I

You are everything to Me. I more than embrace you. I am within you. You you are My beloved Self.

We have such an intimacy. We have an excruciatingly beautiful and divine intimacy.

Whatever I AM, you ARE.

The real thing is love, and you are learning the mastery of love which is simply being Who You Are.

Amazingly beautiful, how I love God's Love Letters, how I love when His/our love inundates my Being, every cell of my Being, every heartbeat and every breath, and everything dissolves into One Love.

sory

dear my loveng Gloria and readers,
am sory of my spelling of english--
i maen of my first words of english , when---not whem,
sory,, et very lovley God letter today,

No apologies, Carmen

No apology needed, dear Carmen. English must be the hardest language to spell in the whole world. Well, maybe Welsh and Polish too. You always speak from the heart and we know what you are saying. So does God. We all love you and your wonderful words.

Love and sorry

Gear Carmen, Why Sorry,when you express your love so beautifully. As Charles said we and more importand GOD understands, Engglish by the way is not a language Charles it is a speach impediment. I probably spelt that wrong to. Love to you all Jack

Amen Charles

Carnen we adore your ways of expressing your thought with "our" words.

George

You are an inspiration,

You are an inspiration, Carmen. The beauty of your love for God and for the good of all shines through. What a little thing is spelling.

You are brave to post. You put ego aside and post. What could be a better example than that?

Taglog was your first language, am I right? And now you live in Denmark, and Danish is the language you mostly use. And English on the web site. How confusing.

Carmen, when I am in Argentina and speak imperfect Spanish, I hope I am like you and that I won't let anything stop me from speaking or writing my heart.

Incidentally, we all understand you very well. Maybe we understand you best of all.

dearst Carmen, I love your

dearst Carmen,

I love your posts EXACTELY the way they are !!! boundless love and joy and union with God flows from every single word - THANK YOU !!!!

Sweetest Love to you dear
Berit

To be or not to be? A question or a perception?

We know who we are because mom and dad named us the person we seem to be.. That's right, isn't it?

Mom and dad gave the name to the skin and bone suit but you get to awaken to a different identity that comes out of the "Thunder of Silence." You are only wearing your birthday suit while visiting here.

Oh, come on now! You're pulling my leg; aren't you? No, not really.

"Be still and know..." Know what? For one thing: "That I Am is God," Also you get to know that the impersonal Energy you came from as an egg or sperm had already plotted your destiny and knew where you were headed before you had a head with hair, a brain and a bunch of beliefs that made you question that you were of the I Am.

You're just now rolling over in the universe's bed to awaken from your dream. It always happens but it seems to happen quietly, gently and sneaks up on you when you least expect it. It's like mom or dad kissing you awake from a bad dream. It's part of the life you are engaged in right now, in the Now. Ask George, that's sort of what he thinks.

George

Dear George, what a

Dear George, what a beautiful cosmology for the kids we are.

Blessings

Normand

Yes, George

George, you have such a lovely way of speaking and such a deep understanding of what its all about. Thanks for all your words, bud.

From Russ Michael's newsletter regarding this Heavenletter

Note from Russ Michael:

As do all Heavenletters, this Heavenletter especially rings and rings through my whole body, mind and physical human soul being!!

Upon my body death at age 18...I relived every thought, feeling and emotion, and not GOD, but human ME judged harshly where I had failed. I was shown glimpses of two other lifetimes when I had also failed to accomplish the same life mission, and felt very despondent...I called to GOD for help.

At the exact moment I asked for help, GOD instantly appeared, before me--first as a tiny far distant pin-point of light in the infinite dark void--speeding closer and closer, growing larger and larger, soon appearing before me in GOD glory as a mass of the whitest, white light imaginable.

GOD gave me the choice to reincarnate again as a 'future' new-born babe, or a passage back down into my totally lifeless 18 year old body, to continue to complete my 'life mission' in it again in the NOW on Earth.

GOD transmitted to me all of the essence of what is disclosed in this wonderful 'soul reminder' HEAVENLETTER... Through the decades this memory has been indelibly imprinted within my mind, heart and soul. Everyone on Earth needs to receive and know the truth of this message....

In essence, GOD said, "I am you and you are me." And so it is....

***I am One in Love with All That Is....

Knowing the Truth is where we are going.

We all longed to hear this word. The Truth of what you told us takes our mind off the "wake" of the boat to look at the sails, see the wind and enjoy the tiller. Wow!

George

The real thing

The real thing is love, and you are learning the mastery of love which is simply being Who You Are.

This feels to me like a summing up of so many things Heavenletters have been saying. Or perhaps it is just a summing up of my struggles. God, love and other goodies can look hopelessly out of reach. You have tried everything, you jumped through hoops, you even tried to be a good boy, only to become a pleaser who hated himself for trying to please. If you feel deeply separated and yet your heart clearly knows about Oneness, that's quite a challenge. In separation, trying to be a good boy is only natural; in Oneness, it's simply not possible. Anyway, after struggling until you don't know how to go on even one more day, suddenly you find yoursef shouting: "If none of those super goodies can be had, I can still be me, I can still be Who I Am! And believe me, I will!"

Naturally, I like to hear that being Who I am is the mastery of love. I always knew it. But I was also taught that being who you are is ultimate selfishness and therefore ultimate unworthiness etc. How can you not dread being yourself, and how can you not dread love then? But it's over now although the cleaning up may still take some time.

It's so lovely, I will quote it again: The real thing is love, and you are learning the mastery of love which is simply being Who You Are.

Does it matter whether I know what the real thing really is? I don't think it does. It can't be known anyway. Let's put a smiley for the real thing. Just kidding. Love is a nice word once you are no longer quite so intimidated by your feeling of embarrassment. Intimacy is an absolutely beautiful word, very close to Eden. I don't know what to do with "serving", I must say. I's a concept I'm not fond of. It feels too self-conscious, and there is, for my taste, too much of a purpose in serving. But that may just be the point. We need so many synonyms for being Who You Are — love, serving, caring, giving, Oneness, intimacy among them — because there are so many different temperaments. I think it is all right to pick out the words that speak to your heart.

Beloved Jochen, how can we

Beloved Jochen, how can we know you are love, and you wonder.

You do require reminders,

You do require reminders, however, so I am genially reminding you of what has always been.

http://www.heavenletters.org/a-world-spinning-in-galaxies-of-wonder.html

picking out words

I wonder how can I not be fond of "serving", "peace", "forgiving" and, yes, not even of "love", yet to be here.
Maybe because I am fond of "truth", "greatness", "light", "knowingness", "beauty","freedom".

Dear Emilia and dear Jochen,

Dear Emilia and dear Jochen, you are just answering your own question: choose the words you love and forget about the rest. God is wordless, anyway.

Big hugs to both of you, children of light!

               

 
               
 

"God is wordless"

Imagine, if He hadn't been wordless, we would have now at least seven billion Heavenletters, one for each inhabitant of earth.
Big hugs to you too, Normand.

one for each electron,

one for each electron, quark, and boson!

Jocken asks "What's the matter?

Jochen your words give away the truth about mind over matter. It seems to me that to look for truth in matter, in past activities, in fake personalities that have been pushed on us from the crib, in behaviors that seem to take charge according to our moods which tend to delight us or frighten us with little notice is walking down a poorly lit street. Little light down that street!

Truth is found when we find it by accident, by insight, by intuition by inspiration or migration to another place of lodging our imagination. Your hungry; that helps. Your terribly honest; that's a social block which is defined by much too much slippery, evasive thinking by people who think they know truth when all they know are some fun facts and moss covered thoughts of others.

Your walk down the road of love has turned into a brisk run. It's fun to watch. Love you

George

No moss covered thoughts

No moss covered thoughts from George, ever. That's for sure.

No offense, moss. You are beautiful. As is George.

Jochen talks about the beauty of moss

Jochen, your words warm my heart

George

A different slant on serving

Jochen, you say you are not fond of the word “serving.” What if everything we do is serving and there is nothing that can be done that does not serve? Could it be that there are two different kinds of serving, the direct, conscious kind and the indirect, round-about, unconscious kind that brings us to the same point eventually? Could the direct kind avoid a lot of unpleasantness that is not necessary and the direct kind be so much more fun as we bring our chosen dreams to life? Could “serving” be the most direct path to who we really are?

Love your questions......Chuck

Chuck your riddles penetrate deeply

The concept you approach Jochen with, open good places for your book. Wonderful thoughts, but quite deep. Love

George

serving

You mean, the way the sun serves, the way rain serves? But of course, Chuck, of course. My feeling not quite comfortable with this word (and others) is strictly a matter of … how to call it? … of personal taste. I hope I have made it clear that I nerver pretend to universal truths. For me, the sun and the clouds simply spill over. Giving just happens. If you ask me to describe my ideal life, I would say it's a life "just like that". But what about serving God? He says that deep within myself I will find His will and see it is mine.

All of that does not mean I'm opposed to serving. It's just that this word, like surrender, does not resonate with me – which of course makes me wonder whether there is something the matter with me. But I'm not really worried. In India, where they love typologies, they have (among many others) the devotional type, the cognition type and the work/service type. Everyone is a mix, of course, but with a clear predominance. The point, I believe, is to become understanding of another's sensibilities even if we do not quite understand them.

Jochen wonders if something is the matter with him.

The matter is the matter. Flesh, brains, intellect, sensual facilities, all represent the earth stuff and matter. Jochen, your intellect is so darn smart that it can pass for wisdom but the "pass" is always intercepted by a short, fat, quarterback who always runs toward the windmill shouting: "I got it, I got it," He never dreams all he caught was hot air in pig skin.

We no longer run with the pigs in the manner of the Prodigal Son, we are on the way Home to be welcomed and loved by the Father. The Father knows that our words are learned symbols that have no meaning.

The Father asks for the stuff behind and out of which the words are formed in our "pretend" mind which is all we got to keep the Ocean back from the dike. It turns out to be a small finger at that. But it's all we got in our dirt bag suit we were born with, except the eternal suit of Light, love, life, energy that snuck in with us, hiding in our inner person out of sight, with amnesia of the Source out of which we came.

When Paul, the Apostle, said: "Behold I show you a mystery, we shall not all sleep, but we all shall be changed, in the twinkling of an eye..." he was talking about the mystery of all of earth's life and thinking. We have to "Get it." the way Gloria "gets it" from the Source. You are both beautiful!

George

learned symbols that have no meaning

Say, George, you don't happen to fancy writing a book of graphic little pieces like this one? I would buy it.

Your kind and caring observations are deeply appreciated. You are not only kind and down-to-earth, you probably also remember how stubborn one as young as I can be.

Suspecting myself that all of it is hot air, even the pig skin around it, and that "God is wordless anyway" as Normand says, I sit in front of those millions of Heavenletter words, thinking, "No, wait, let's not throw out the baby with the bathwater." At the same time, I find I believe in "earth stuff and matter" less and less and instead believe more and more in these words combing my soul the way blades of grass do when I walk through the fields. Earth stuff and words alike are … what are they? This face, this sunset, what is looking at me there? The feeling is that this, not some "stuff behind," is IT; and that there are no different suits.

I love what you say about the "small finger". So small.

Jochen's words to George are...

It's a combination of feelings that go with the taste of the pudding in the bottom of the pan mom just gave me to lick. The feeling made me grab her around the legs and squeeze. I loved to hear her giggle at me surrendering to love and joy as I nearly licked my finger skinless.

To write my thoughts in a book would be like trying to write in the top of a parachute that only partly opened. Your words make me fear the sound of "SPLAT!" when the ground swallows my rear end. I guess I hate hard landings too. I sure love you.

George

Dew

"We have such an intimacy. We have an excruciatingly beautiful and divine intimacy. There is nothing like it. When you as perceived individuality love to see a drop of dew on a leaf, We are intimate, the perceived you, I, dew and the leaf."

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Ohhh!

Ohhh!

You do the dew so beautiful!!!

To say thanks isn't to express the feeling your painting gives. Wow!!!!!

George