Caught Up in God

God said:

Beloved, there is a certain something about life that intrigues you. It’s like life has you over a barrel. Life on Earth likes to have you all sewed up, going at a fast pace, keeping you on edge, faster and faster, keeping you running uphill and downhill, hurtling you through space, seemingly keeping you off-balance, hardly touching base, feeling far afield as if peace and silence are illusion instead of the real deal. You want the real deal.

Certainly, you are off to the races without end and have no idea what you are on to, what you are really doing and don’t know what is going on, nor do you yet grasp what is to come. You feel reminiscent of Jack and Jill running up a hill to catch a pail of water, and then what happens? You come tumbling down and, as if I caught you in a poem. We dance off into Eternity, which turns out to be your address right along and now forevermore.

Oneness camps out and sleeps under the stars. Under the stars, you and I as One – Oneness catches on. That which you had thought of as you – you begin to get the idea that somehow you never missed a trick really, that you have always been on a lark. No mistakes were taken into account or ever made or substantiated. You never fell by the wayside. In truth, you are essential to a symphony in a summer concert held in the park.

Every blossom on Earth falls at the right moment. The breeze blows the blossoms back up. Summer looms large. Truth be known, you were always on vacation. Ever were you a hummingbird humming in mid-air, dancing to the tune of glory in excelsius. You round curves and finally are caught up in God. You fly off and land in style and are unbounded and make home runs to beat the band to the tune of your heart.

You wake up to find yourself swaddled in more love than you can contain, yet always were you love alone. You are filled to the seams with love, yet you are seamless with love and God. There is no such thing as hindsight or foresight. Only beauty is to be seen, and you are beauty to behold. You cover the ranch. You take to the sky. You are whisked into Heaven. It is impossible to stay away. No one wants to leave. It dawns on you the miracle of your Self and Oneness and Beingness altogether. You are constant.

You discover yourself mid-air. You can’t get out of it. You realize you have always been a beautiful mountain stream. You are all the beauty you ever thought of without cease. Let’s face it! You are a dream come true. You are It – Oneness Proliferate.

All you have to do is to touch your heart, and what you think appears. This has always been so. Now you are better at better thoughts, higher thoughts, thoughts worth thinking of. You twirl them in front of everyone. Oneness thinks of wonders alone, and wonders are.

Love exists. The only flower to pick is love. There are no quarrels, nothing to sort, nothing but love in all its bursting colors. Love takes over and turns Earth into simply Heaven. Love cashes in. Love is true. You are bursting with love beyond sentiment, love in good form, love melting into all there is, love joining hands and hearts on a picnic in the One World that can’t help itself. Love is all, and love is grand.

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How I especially love a

How I especially love a Heavenletter like this that seems to be a dance and a thrill a minute. When I used to teach school, the kids referred to me as the poetry teacher, and I always loved that. Of course, Godwriting is about what I get and not necessarily what I most desire. As a matter of fact, I also love the down-to-earth Heavenletters as well! And I am so happy to share Heavenletters with everyone.

Peace and Gratitude

I too am grateful for every Heaven Letter and thankful that Heaven Letters are shared Daily. I am inspired by God's words.

This feels like a

This feels like a Heavenletter to add to the collection of three as an introductory reading. Yes to the picking of more love flowers!

Dear Heaven Admin Santhan,

Dear Heaven Admin Santhan, yes what should be do with many of these beauties. How should we do this? We can't put them all in -- or how?

And, yes, to picking more flowers!