Get Used to Happiness

God said:

Happiness in the relative world is a habit. Unhappiness is as well. It is a habit of mind, a habit of thought. Habits can be recreated.

Unhappiness is not a state of Being, beloveds. Unhappiness is utterly opposed to Being, beloveds.

Consider unhappiness a habit like nail-biting. You can stop biting your nails. In the same way, you can stop telling yourself that you are unhappy. Sense of unhappiness is an aberration. You don't need it.

This is not a question of talking yourself into happiness. Once you stop feeling unhappy, happiness will take over. I mean happiness as an evenness. Happiness will just be there. It won't be overtaken by or covered up with unhappiness any longer.

When something untoward happens, it makes you unhappy, troubled, worried. At the time, that seems to be the only way to feel. But who says so? Who says an event has to take away your state of Being called happiness? Perhaps you have thought of happiness as being overjoyed. You don't have to be overjoyed in order to be happy. Plain old steady happiness is good enough. It is very good indeed.

Notice your joy. Put the attention on it that you used to put on unhappiness. Haven't you turned unhappiness every which way? Haven't you dissected it and given all the reasons why you can only feel unhappy? And yet later happiness returns, even when the seeming cause of unhappiness hasn't gone away.

Beloveds, get used to happiness, nice easy happiness that stays with you like a loyal friend who stands beside you even in trouble. If you lose your money, your friend stays with you. Your friend doesn't come and go. Your friend has declared his friendship, and so it is. No matter what, your friend stays with you.

Cannot happiness be such a friend?

I am telling you that happiness can be such a loyal friend. It's you who forgets your friend happiness. You must think you can't have him. Happiness is perfectly happy to stay with you.

Yet you say, "How can I possibly be happy when I lost my job, I lost my house."

I say you can be happy when you have lost your job and you have lost your house. It's easy. All you have to do is think of what you have and what you can do and what you will find.

It really really isn't what happens that makes you unhappy. It is what you tell yourself that what has happened means. You interpret in a way that can only make you bring unhappiness front row center.

Losing your job is one thing. Maybe you didn't want it anyway. Nevertheless, the fact that you no longer have your job doesn't mean all the other things you may think it means. It doesn't mean you will never find another. It doesn't mean you are a failure. Even if you were fired, it doesn't mean you're a failure. What have you failed, beloveds? You can't fail life. You're not infallible, yet you cannot fail life.

Stick with the words. Stick with the facts. You lost your job. You don't have it anymore. That's all you know. That's all it means.

If your house has been foreclosed, your house has been foreclosed. Now you will lay your head down somewhere else to sleep.

A lot of what distresses you is ego-related, beloveds. It is status.

What if, to the world, losing your house, your job, was a desirable thing, how might you feel then? If it were desirable, everybody would want to be in your shoes. What if such loss made you like a star, how unhappy would you feel then?

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A lot of what distresses you is ego-related, beloveds. It is status.

I have been staring at this passage for a while. Is it a short history of mankind? Or just of this writer?

Status! The dictionary defines this kind of status as "(high) social standing". So it's about how others regard me and think of me.

Indeed, what if the things I dread and worry about were highly respected, even enviable? Put differently, What is unpleasant or worrisome in and of itself? The answer comes as a display of images and scenes – serious sickness, pain, death, starvation, standing naked in the sleet... And the answer is short and simple: hardly anything. Hardly anything is in itself really bad, really devastating. Bad is in what I imagine others will think of me when ... I get evicted because I can't pay the rent anymore. Things of that magnitude. How could others' regard become so all-important?! Wrong question. How can I switch to not giving a hoot?

Now, before stumbling on this status thing, I have, of course, read about nice easy happiness that stays with you like a loyal friend. I'm sure that's the solution for everything. And as for dreading people's thoughts, I will not try to solve that problem, I will stop regarding it as a problem. Being more aware of it now, I will simply lean elsewhere. Elsewhere is the hand where I will lay my head down to sleep when in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes.

Do we know, dear Jochen?

Many of my favorite artists who are famous now, died without a cent to their names. Some without ears. The darling little child prayer: "Now I lay me down to sleep..." should be our song at birth when earth begins to beguile us into thinking it's the real thing.

George

Is unhappiness a game?

Usually unhappiness starts with a question: «Why things are so difficult? Why doesn't it work? Why is my life a big no no? Why did I loose my job? Why is my relation nil? Nobody chooses for us. Their is a paradox here: one must discover that he/she likes the idea or the feeling of saying that things don't work, that it is a nil relation. Then one can put responsibility on someone's else shoulders, and does not have to take that responsibility. That is one answer and that is what's happening so often. One maintains himself in the relation, because or not because he does not have money; he stays in this relation because he is a victim and he likes it. But one day he might get tired of that. We could call that the "pleasure of unhappiness".

Unhappiness is also related to the idea of Having/not Having and of course of comparing, evaluating and judging. It always comes from the outside. Happiness can circumstancially come from outside (as an habit like unhappiness) but basically happiness is a state of Being and not a state of having/not having.

Very often, loosing a job, even though it seems like an apparent loss, gives a new opportunity to enjoy life, to see things differently, gives time to rebuild oneself, take a beneficient new breathe. It calls for inner creative ressources rather than relying on the "System".

Human kind is afraid of tomorrow. It needs security, repetition, but a security that relies only on anxiety and on external habits. Comfort is just another word for secure investment, minimal benefit but also minimal risk and maximum boredom. What's a creator' life without so called risk? "Everybody would want to be in 'a great artist's shoes". But does one want to take the risk that comes with it? Happiness is a constant creation and re-creation. It relies on an inner sense of Security. We already are Happiness in the Creation of God, so we don't need to look for it outside. And happiness doesn't need to be fireworks: «You don't have to be overjoyed in order to be happy. Plain old steady happiness is good enough. It is very good indeed.» (I absolutely love those two stressed sentences, Gloria!)

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"What if such loss made you like a star, how unhappy would you feel then?"
God, I have no intention to become a star in men's eyes, this idea woudn't add to me an inch of happyness, rather it distresses me. My happiness is not related in any way to having an house or a job ( these are burdens to me ) and my unhappiness is not related to their loss.

like a star

I have been pondering your words for a while, Emila, concluding there must be reasons for unhappiness I'm not aware of. What are they?, I wonder. Speaking only for myself, if I rule out life circumstances (job, house, health...) as the real causes for unhappiness, there seems to be nothing left but interactions with people. If I feel treated badly in any way, what is it I'm unhappy about, the treatment itself or what it means to me? In my case, the latter. It would mean that "they" don't consider me worthy of respect, consideration and fairness – and that is what hurts, not the treatment itself nor any other calamity on earth. Why, I ask myself, are animals not unhappy (except in rare cases where it may look as if they are after too much exposition to people not loving them)? Because they are unable to attach meaning to anything. That, I feel, is what makes them eagerly sniff their world even on three legs, even on two. No meaning, no ego, no status. Could it be that simple?

But in your case it seems to be something more or something else. I would love to understand. At least that is what I felt when I started writing this. It's changed now. I only want for you, as for myself, some more of that Plain old steady happiness that, as Heavenletters say, is there and only waits for us to agree to feel it. This has turned out true for me, and I'm confident it's true for you and everyone.

Elysian Fields

What remains is "interactions with people" and what their treatment "means" to us. Indeed Jochen, your conclusion is impeccable. No meaning, no interpratation, no recrimination, no suffering. It would be something valuable to achieve, but then what? Has the absence of pain something to do with the fullness of happiness? I can't have any plain or extraordinary happiness without that missing part of myself that I simply hope and trust is somewhere. I want it back or I can't have peace. I just pass my time, in an house ( preferably a beautiful one ) or outside ( not too cold ), with a job or without it ( better without!), with people treating me well or badly, with my interpretations of their behaviours or without, with my up and down. And I already know that "All the happiness in the world is only happiness in the world" ( God said so, not me ), fine to have it, but then what? The Promise was not this plain happiness, this is a sweet candy, where are the Elysian Fields? In my heart... in my heart they abide...for now.

Yes, I see now, dear one,

Yes, I see now, dear one, there seems to be some huge gap for you. (Reminds me of Aldous Huxley who said: "...even Shakespeare, even Beethoven – – is that all?") I think I can, in my way, comprehend this sentiment. In this respect, I may be a little better off in that I naturally tend to experience all things in life and LIFE as being situated in one continuous spectrum so that everything shades into everything else somewhere and, most importantly, nothing is somewhere else altogether and therefore unreachable. There is, for me, no "somewhere else", and even if I feel far from my true self (or the "missing part of myself") now, I know it's on the same plane and I will bump into it sooner or later without having to cross impossible chasms.

And let us think again: With "no meaning, no interpretation", what question, what lack, what longing would there be left? Let's be prepared for big laughter when, after the dropping off of meaning, interpretation, questions & Co., it turns out that the Elysian Fields are – – this.

Dear Jochen, you are a

Dear Jochen, you are a treasure. Thank you for asking and understanding me and for telling me that "everything shades into everything else", it "means" a lot to me.
As you feel you are on the same plane of your true self and as, for what I know, all true selves are on the same plane, if you happen to bump into mine, could you tell him I am still waiting here? Will you?

I will. Emilia, everything

I will. Emilia, everything is within calling distance.

Emilia's thoughts to Jochen

Jochen speaks from the inside of God's heart. We are all connected and we all hold and squeeze you.

George

Jochen has God with splitting sides

I can just see God reading Jochen's punch line.

He calls over Gabrial, Gloria, George with a bunch of others and they roar with joyful laughture and shout, "they're catching on."

Jochen you amaze us.

George

Dearest Emilia

Happiness and unhappiness take their refuge in a place in our head that plays tricks on us all the time.

I find it necessary to not to try to feel happy or unhappy, but rather simply be present, alive, juicy and ripe. Don't worry, it only happens to really old people.

George

dear George

Dear George, you are a poet and what you say I know where it comes from:

( Un)happiness, a trick of the mind
please don't try
simply be present, alive
juicy and ripe.

I will, dear God, I will.

not completley happy

dear God,
thank you of your masseges evrymoment you give
to as, but forgive me, am not realey completley happy,
my wishes and pray to my life my chaildren be happy theres life,
i am the mother of my chaildren and i care realey much,
of this year i wish all the problem get resolution,
is not about the mony is not about job,
is about the way the thought of my younggest dother,
that why i am not completley happy,
forgive me my God am express this felling to you
but i am not never ever forget you
because you are evrything for me,

Carmen darling knows something

Sweet, sweet Carmen to love our children the way you love yours brings us Americans to what we call God's "speed bumps" that make us slow down our pace a bit.

Your love, being true love, will make your heart weep real tears. Don't mistake those kind of tears for lingering unhappiness. That kind of caring brings what we call "manifestation" in the lives of our children. That's not what God is talking about in this precious piece.

Trust your feelings dear Carmen, but trust God to know what you feel is real.

George

Dear Carmen, I can

Dear Carmen, I can understand you very well, I am mother too of three sons.
See your daughter in the perfect light of God, perfect herselfes too. Don't stop do it. See a spotlight in your mind only her own, a beautifull light of God, her personal spotlight of love from God. Then bring her hand and live she in the marvellous light that nurishes and purifies she. Belive me darling, it works so much. It's a great suggest that God gave me by Gloria.
I am near you with all my bright thoughts.
Love
pitta

Dear God. How could say you

Dear God.
How could say you are wrong? Certanly no, it's impossible. But let's reflect on togheter. We create aour world, so we can create a new job, to follow your example. It's ok. But do you think, if I can say think to you, that is always possible? Sometimes it seems to me you tell us fantastic stories, really stories, like Israelite in the desert. It will happen, yes, when doesn't matter.
When we think about like we already have, we enjoy like we already had.
Belive me, it lacks something to me. I have lost a piece.

It's easy. All you have to do is think of what you have and what you can do and what you will find.

You see, it's more than 40 years we try.

Pitta Darling speaks with wisdom.

Sweetest Pitta, your words lead us joyfully looking for the Easter eggs that God has lovingly hidden for us to find. You sure have found some beautiful ones. Sure one falls out of our little dirty hands now and then but HE only laughs and guides our innocent longing to another egg. That's the way He is.

George

Happiness vs unhappiness

When I kissed my darling's forehead after her transition I had a very brief thought about happiness creeping off into some dark cave.

Wouldn't you know it? There were shadows on the wall that spoke to me of an exploding joy for her and the birth of something in me that was deep and lovely.

In this piece our Father kissed us with insight through Gloria's surrendered hands. Now we look to the Center from which we are squeezed by His mighty love.

The music we hear is holy and dear, kind of like Mom's voice.
The scene that opens to us is like our back yard when we were just awakening to what life would come to mean.

Eventually the sounds took the form of posters on Heavenletters and sounded like Hulalight, or Pitta, or Carmen, Chuck, Jochen, or.....I could go on and on speaking of the Son's sparkling words that form the stuff of a downy quilt that keep my insides warm while making my mind thoughtful, and my spirit so darn happy. I'm glad that Gloria is an aperture through which God dumps the JOY. Thanks all

George

What if?

What if much of our unhappiness and many of our difficulties are due to influences beyond our comprehension? What if impulses to bring forth destruction and pain arrive from beyond our individual lives and even from beyond the universe that we know and imagine? What if the lowliest beggar is in truth a courageous warrior struggling with forces of awesome and unsuspected power? What if those we judge to be evil suffer from burdens of suffering far beyond our understanding?

What if the happiness of our most inspiring art, our most heart-rending music and our most elegant ideas has its source in dimensions of which we are yet unaware? What if we mistakenly claim credit for wonders emerging from far beyond our imaginings? What if there are unseen sources of love and healing arrayed to support us in every moment?

What if the revelations of heaven are a grand stew of potatoes and carrots and onions placed on our stove by our Creator? What if our reading and commenting and sharing are the adding of our own spices and our stirring to help blend the flavors? What if sips of this stew serve to heal us, heal our world and even heal dimensions beyond our world that lie unsuspected?

Could we be the heroes of an unknown cosmic tumult?

Could it be that we are graced by the ardent labors of hosts of loving beings?

Could our labors be mending a deep rending, many ages old, and far beyond the lives and
world we navigate?

Could these things be? What, then, if?

Yes, they could. And it

Yes, they could. And it would be more than beautiful, dear Chuck

I know some of the

I know some of the channelings that state and detail this, Chuck.

Heavenletters say that all is/are near, in fact, one; that spatial and temporal distance do not exist except that our thinking appears to be sequential to our thinking, and the seen appears located to our vision; that, yes, each of our thoughts and feelings is sensed everywhere, but there is, in Heavenletters, nothing on ominous influences beyond our control coming from who knows where. And since I hear an echo in my soul of every statement Heavenletters make (we tend to call that "believing"), I do not see where, and why, to fit in such a what-if.

The most heart-rending music, Chuck, must originate in my heart, or how could it rend my heart? The unseen forces must be God's and Chuck's.

Jochen's words resonate

Dear Channel in drag. Your words about Chuck make us smile at the way they open our hearts to Chuck's insights. Wow, what words you write! I'm speechless. But I love your music.

George

Chuck and "What if."

Chuck, you have made "because" sound just like "what if." You form your divine question in a way that makes it THE answer. You paint with God colors, and hum with the sounds only God can make. I for one thank you for putting it just that way.

George

"what if"

Not knowing "What is" we can just conjure "What if". We live in the realm of all possibilities. I think that All is Within, all dimentions, all forces all beings, everything may exist and nothing at all. But if, as you say, we could be the heroes, then we are not mistaken to claim some credit. I am already asking God to prepare angelic triumphant chorus and celestial glorious music to welcome me back, I do claim my credit!

2 Heavenletter Haikus for

2 Heavenletter Haikus for you

Hello Friends,

God said think of it
It is what you tell yourself
That makes you happy

God said it's easy
Happiness will take over
So notice your joy

Love, Light and Aloha!

 

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