Oh, wow. Amazing. You did it again, Master Psychologist. What You are suggesting here is not new, but it's the first time it penetrates to the core: All discontent big and small is with myself, only with myself. There is no other discontent. At one with myself, what could be wrong anywhere and with anything or anyone? Conversely: In disgrace with myself, what could be right, let alone all right?

We are going to change that now. Yes, please. I am sure You will spare Us the working through, the search for causes, the whole understanding project. I still don't see that dram of the joy You take in me. Maybe it's I who has to take a dram of joy in me first. How different that is from everything ever attempted, how never even considered and tried. Amazing. Wow.

You know in Whose heart you lie. You know the beat of My heart. We are so close, and you have all of Me.
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You are My heart of hearts, and I am yours.

Love you so much.
Berit

dear God heavenley father,
i dont know wher am bigin to say, am so gratitud your heaven words,
when you give me born of this earth, you planted as of our heart of love
and feel your love, of cours we dont know what your dream of,
it your dream becom true, and what am hear and what i see and what am feel,
of this earth it all about you and i am so gratitud because most of your
chaildren folow your steep, and also its my wish for many years,
your heaven words its the light for as in our life,
thank your dear God father,,

Dear MAESTRO, CREATIVE DIRECTOR OF THE MUSIC OF LOVE AND THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES AND THE MUSIC OF HEAVEN,

SO, THIS MORNING I AM STOPPING TO TAKE INTO CONSIDERATION THE IDEA THAT I BRING PERHAPS A DRAM OF JOY TO

YOUR HEART. I JUST LOOKED UP DRAM AND CAN'T FIND OUT WHAT AN ACTUAL DRAM IS, OR IS WORTH. BUT I MUST TAKE

FOR GRANTED THAT A DRAM IS WORTH SOMETHING. YOU SAY A DRAM IS ENOUGH TO THE WHOLE PICTURE I HOLD OF

MYSELF. A DRAM CAN MAKE THE VERY SUN SEEM TO RISE IN MY HEART. A DRAM OF YOUR LOVE AND TRUST IN ME

IS ENOUGH TO COVE THE WORLD IN JOY. OH, I DO WANT TO RECOGNIZE THE WORTH I HAVE BECAUSE OF YOU.

RE-COGNIZE MEANS TO KNOW AGAIN AND THAT MEANS I HAVE ONCE TRULY KNOWN I AM A WORTHY PERSON.

I AM SO WORTHY THAT THE WORLD IS WAITING FOR ME TO REMEMBER - ASAP.

“Ear” right in the middle of a hearing Heart seems the essence spelling of a word combo possibility like “Listalkening”, to intimate an animating instantaneous experience of good hearing and authentic expressing without any perception . To welcome the delight of an experience of love’s fullness fountain misting right through us, is to become so empty of other ideas that silence itself becomes us, to welcome our all inclusive invisible and eternal whole ONENESS Universe of infinite possibilities, oh so pleasing and grateful.

There are no laws or rules with true humility, teachable openness, and devoted willingness to let go and let God speak right through us, and what better way than to live and let live gives us, and others, freedom to just be our authentic, spontaneous flowing energy of light, love, and alive with healthy humor. Not holding any perceptions seems a really effective way to avoid the unconscious guilt that replaces innocence. Holding perceptions conceives moving pictures that dance all around in our hard heads, and protecting our ideas can seem absurd.

What pretenders we all are as gender trappings, and who among us never pretended conception without holding onto learned perceptions? Is all this really just in our heads, and if all this is just in our heads, then whose idea was it that started us believing together that there was ever even a need for the words “collective consciousness” and the unconscious guilt that makes believe there is ever more than just ONE of us?

Is our shared perception of any conception just another idea or better, is our conception a mere misperception, so non-authentic that even we, ourselves are the very misperceptions that are pretending conceptions? Is this real or is this mere memory reflection to reinvent time on a continuum perception. Are our children, then, like the hands on our own clocks that tick and tock our old stories instead of listening to our hearts.

Just imagine that speaking from the heart in honest intimacy can be used to create a loving bond as our ONENESS needs no more celebrating than just itself. Delightful reunions of former seeming other ideas warms us from within our own light, and as we bathe within such divine communion, time stands still and so can we. Within our very own Holy Night resides our immortal love within stillness paradise and such calm and bright abides enough rock and roll seeming silence that dancing needs no more time than moving still.