Everyone Has a Soul

God said:

You live on Earth while you are anchored in Heaven. There is no distance between Us. I am everywhere, and you are everywhere with Me. I am in Heaven, and, therefore, you are in Heaven. Heaven is a state of mind, and yet Heaven is more. Heaven is a Reality. Heaven is not fiction. Your perception of Earth life is fiction. Your caterwauling is fiction. Suffering is fiction. Illness is fiction.

I hear your protests. Pain is real, you say. Suffering is real. Illness is real. People die from it, you say.

Inasmuch as no one dies, dying is also fiction. Popular fiction. Fiction that a high price is paid for.

Either you are immortal, or you are not. Your body is mortal. You are immortal. If you were only a body, life would be such a limited thing. Here today and gone tomorrow, as they say. You and I are forever. That is the Reality.

What was Christ saying when he said you do not die? What was he saying when he said, "I am resurrected." You have to know that Christ is with you still. He is not, was not his body. This is as true for you as it is for Christ. Ashes to ashes refers to your body, not to you.

I understand that it is easier for you to believe in the visible rather than the invisible. Sight is a sense like any other. All the five senses belong to the body. Surely I don't collect bodies in Heaven. There is sight beyond seeing. There is knowing. If you could see Me, God, in a body, would I be more to you, or would I be less?

You have enough difficulty with your own physicality. Would you really want to keep your body forever? Would you always want to be on stage at the theater? You do like to go backstage, and take off your make-up and your costumes. After your performance in the theater, you do want to come Home where you can just be and not get caught up in all the performance and worldly matters.

As engaging as life on Earth is, it is not the only life. No question, life on Earth is a stand-out. It gets cheered, and it gets booed. You are not really in the show for all time, however. You do run off stage. Scenes come to an end. Acts come to an end. Plays come to an end.

Life on Earth is often lovely, lively, most beautiful, and it is also often sad, empty, and annoying. It is a given that physical life is short-term. When was it otherwise?

Death seems unreal because it is unreal. Death is not true, nor is life on Earth true. On Earth there are embodiments of Truth. Truth can be found on Earth because the Truth of you does exist always wherever you may be or wherever you may think you are.

Your True Voice cannot be heard by the ears. By the heart, your True Voice is heard. The Truth of you is contained within you. We can say in a manner of speech that the Truth of you runs along beside you, or We can say it runs way ahead of you, that which you call you, that which you are known by in the world, that which is a shell of you, a shell of you moved along by the vitality of your spirit. Call this vitality soul, if you like, for you are indeed a soul from Heaven who intermingles on Earth and then leaps back to Heaven from where your soul has never left. Everyone has a soul, and souls are beautiful even though they cannot be seen but known.

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EVERYONE HAS A SOUL

DEAREST MAESTRO, YES, WE DO THINK THERE'S TRUTH TO LIFE ON EARTH. WE HEAR THE WORDS, FOR EXAMPLE,
ALL THE TIME, "DO YOU SWEAR TO TELL THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE T RUTH AND AND NOTHNG BUT THE TRUTH, SO HELP YOU GOD?" AND WE RAISE OUR RIGHT HANDS AND SAY, "YES, I DO."

IT DOES SEEM REAL, BUT SURELY IT'S SO VERY LIKE A PLAY OR A MOVIE. WHEN WE WATCHING IT, WE FORGET IT'S
JUST MAKE BELIEVE AND NOT REAL AND WE GET SO CAUGHT UP IN IT , SWEARING IT'S REAL, NOT FICTION

BUT OUR SOULS REMEMBER THE VERY LOVELY TRUTH CALLED HEAVEN, AND ITG IS A SUBLIMELY BEAUTIFUL TRUTH
AND WE LOVE IT WHEN YOU TELL US THAT HEAVEN IS HERE AND HEAVEN IS NOW. THANK YOU, MAESTRO!

fiction

Your perception of Earth life is fiction.

Without etymologizing, this seems to say that what I perceive is not there as an entity or reality in and of itself. It has no existence of its own, it has no substance, it's a perception, a projection, maybe informed by powerful beliefs and an unconscious intent born of those beliefs. I will not ask whose perceptions, beliefs and intents they are.

But after this, it seems to me like an unnecessary complication to speak of a mortal body and ashes to ashes. Is a body more than just fiction? Is there a real body? A body is perveived, and then it is not. The perception of a body is intended, and then the intent peters out and so does the perception of a body. Why call that dying? Why keep that old grim-looking bogey? There is only the fade-in and fade-out of a projected image. Or is there more?

Why is that important? Well, either a real birth and a real death happen to me, in which case I am at their mercy, having no say; or they are fiction, in which case I may be their author or co-author, and everything, everything at all, may be a matter of intentional perception. I believe it is. Until now, our intentional perception, which is another expression for creation, has been based on automatically adopted beliefs; from now on (well, maybe from tomorrow), it will be based on love more and more or on joy if you prefer. I'm really curious to see what the beginning and ending of a body perception will be like then. A big party, I'm sure, just like everything in between and before and after.

Jochen sees through a glass darkly but sees.

Jochen, when the balloon we are inflating pops we laugh and get another and as life goes on we end up getting lots of balloons and believe me that takes a lot of hot air.

Words should give meaning to essence but they can't do that job for us. The word water does nothing for your thirst, nor does the word cool help on a hot, hot day.

Birth simply explains water that is wet, breaking, grunts that deliver a little being that has no idea where it came from but loves the love of that which hold it.

Life' like that. One second at a time is all we get to eat at life's picnic table. If we grab the past we end up with a guilt dog, and if we try to grab the future we end up chilly dog that gives us fits. For me, it's fun to rest in the hammock of now and laugh and laugh and laugh.

George

A big Party ????

Jochen my friend, What we call death is a beautiful expierience, at least it was or me about 30 odd years ago. Apparently docters found out about 8 years ago I has a heart attact long ago. The experience was, I arrived in a lovely area among people I knew and all was LOVE, I was welcomed and told to relax and they would make me acquainted with everythng. I asked to go back as I wanted to finish something that at that time, I found extremey important I was told that it was not important at all and I would be very happy there and I could feel the love all around, But stuborn me wanted back. Ok do what you have to do. I woke up in Bed and my heart went BOOOOOOMMMM!!!!! BOOOmm!!! booom boom boom and slowly back to normal and I got on with life A beautiful experience and took away my fear of dying. What at the time I thought was important was not . I thank God who is ALL LOVE every day for that lovely experience and life is getting better and better all the time and it will become as heaven LOVE YOU ALLL Jack

Everyone has a Soul

Gloria,

While I do honor the Light within you, I have to be honest with you, my friend.
I found this offering rather verbose and (for me) rife with speak of separation.

It is my perception,
Nagi

any way at all

Since I know sentiments like the one Nagi expresses, I think I do understand what he means. The funny thing is that reading his comment, I start feeling protective toward this Heavenletter and others that have been, well, criticized. This can happen even with comments I wrote myself! The impulse, I believe, is to put everything that I think is not to my liking in the context of the great liberation work Heavenletters are. If I don't see how that can be accomplished, I ask our Cosmic Heavenletter Generator: "Hey, what about this?" Often I get an answer that puts things into perspective for me. Today I did got one:

The day will come, beloveds, when you part with all the physical. Even your life is an idea you have held on to. You will let go of all of your ideas. Then you are freed from everything including the imposed obligation to think certain ways. Now you can be any way, any way at all.
http://www.heavenletters.org/the-infinite.html

Reading the phrase freed from everything including the imposed obligation to think certain ways, I suddenly knew what God wants me to remember. Life as a physical being in a physical world, whether imagined or real, seems to impose requirements like walking on feet and smelling with a nose and thinking certain thoughts and answering "No, Sir" when asked whether I have been drinking alcohol before driving and lots of other things that can be quite entertaining or at least neutral as long as I don't have to do or not do them. It is all right to be a human being, it is all right to be Jochen, unless I have to. Oh, to let go of all of my ideas! I want at least the possibility, but as long as I see myself as a physical being, I don't have that possibility, I don't have the freedom to be any way at all. I cannot even let go of something as simple as the idea that breathing is necessary. But I want to, I want to be any way at all, I want to be anything at all, I want to be free. It's nice for a time to be what we call an individual, but I don't want to have to be something or someone in particular, and it's quite natural one wants to be outta here after some time. But outta here you can't be here, and what is left of your any way at all then? To be any way at all, you must be in both worlds at once. And that is what I truly want. It also is what makes me defend a Heavenletter even against myself.

God heaps up our plate with this one.

This beautiful Heaven Letter tells us what we can't know but helps us deal with growing anyhow.

My oldest sister had a baby with hydroencephelites so it's tiny head grew and grew until my sister was frightened with every move it made for fear it would snap it's tiny neck. And one day it did and stopped breathing. I can't tell you about the love she felt, only about the sadness she showed when it ended it's short time of life's stage. Not knowing how to think, or what to think, it rested in love until it was time to go back stage and take off the earth suit for something that suited it better for eternity's long pathless trip of mystery.

Study this Heaven Letter as though you will be tested. You might, you know. Love

George

If death was real there wouldn't be any Creation.

How can you imagine death in Being? Only theoretically can we oppose the two concepts of Being and Not Being/Not Existing. Statistically, life on earth had 1 over a millionth chance (1/1 000 000 if not less) of actually happening and it happened with a probability of 100%. Can we say that we don't exist, that we Are Not? Is the idea of I existing/being a fiction? Nothing opposes to Being.

Being cannot be a Fact. A Fact is a projection, a crystallization that comes from a Relation. Being is equal to One. And One can create only Relations to Itself. It becomes a Trinity of Love: the Creator, the Created and the Love that intrinsically bounds The Creator and the Created into an indissoluble Unity.

Before coming down to Earth, we, as Angels were pure relation of Love with One. We were not separate angelic entities but more as the notes of the musical scale. Not a single note of the scale has meaning in the absence of the other notes.

In our contract (relation) with God, we accepted to leave this pure Relational Reality to experience the unity in a dualistic mode where 1 separated itself artificially from 1. And even in the apparent opacity and separateness of our physical body, we can say that our 5 senses are not a product of our body but that the 5 senses are the creative relational principles of our body as the energetic means to explore the fictional world of separateness.

And we know so well that the 5 senses are the greatest source of fiction in our physical existence. Yet it is through the relational composition of our 5 senses that we can Create "realities".

One is indivisibly One and One can create only by creating a Relation with Itself, which is Love. And Love cannot divide but only multiply. Hence pure physicality is a fiction, an illusion, an un-reality. The Only real Reality is Pure Relation, hence Pure Love.

Everyone has a soul.

Thank you for the peace of mind you give me everytime I read this beautiful , uplifting letters and walk in the path of earth in Jesus Christ name. Bring light to the world thru these exceptional letters. They bring meaning to my life. Thank you.

Normand touches heaven with this post!

Norman I love the way you speak. The things you write flow a pure thought from on high, not reflected ideas from someone else's mind. I was awed by your depth of thought! Thanks sweet friend

George

Thanks dear friend. I am

Thanks dear friend.
I am sure, dear George, that some of our posts (which include everyone on this forum) come, once in a while, from very high inspiration. Some particular times, you have the certainty that God is directly inspiring you. That's a unique feeling and you just know that is was meant for you to diffuse. And it happens when you want to express God's thought and not your own. And God seems to know (and He does) exactly when you are ready to receive a particular special enlightening message and transmit it. Most personal, analytical thoughts are more or less ego's complaints or victimization by-products. Expressing God's point of view through us must be what Godwriting is all about.

Normand your words shine;

Normand, your words shine from the divine mirror and need little comment. You're somethin' special.

George

this is very strong words

dear God heavenley father,
this is very strongwords you writteng to os,
it also very inportan to os to know life after life,
it's i am glad you telleng to give clear in our deat body,
i am also undertand why you dont collec bodies in heaven,
al what we experince her in the earth it onlley fiction,
and thank you you takeng os everywher, dear God