God, why would anyone do anything but spend time with You?

God said:

Because you are on Earth, you think you have the choice to be without Me. But on earth as in Heaven, you do nothing but spend time with Me.

As you practice life on earth and your attention on Me, life and My Love become One in your eyes, and no longer do you have to tug at yourself to think of Me. You become aware that you are never without Me, and you know that I am the Doer of all activity and you are a silent witness to what I perform through you. Your arm will move the same, but you will know that I moved it. Not that you are a puppet, no, but that you are in the mainstream of My love and therefore can only act from it the same way that you swim in water. And so you swim in My Love.

Increasingly, you come to know that you ARE the Mainstream of My love, that you are the Flow of My heart, that you are My breath that I blew and continue to blow across the Heavens, that you alit on Earth so you can rise and know that you are always My breath, always an impulse of My heart, always immersed in My Consciousness, always in plain view of My eyes, always at the tip of My tongue, always within earshot, always in My embrace, always at My fingertips, always, always, always, and that you are My very thought exploring the perceived dimensions of itself and finding out that there are no dimensions at all. What dimensions can exist in My heart? If My heart encompasses all, there is no ending to it. Nothing is peripheral to My heart. There is no 'outside it'.

I well know that you don't quite grasp what I am saying. I also know that you are greatly heightened by My words. My words, no matter how unfathomable to you at this moment, delight you. And they will continue to delight you. My words, slipped into your heart, are like gifts stuffed in secret places that you will come across one day, and your eyes will widen in delight at the simple gifts you find, one by one, each a Message of Love in your heart from the One Who loves you above all.

My words do not leave you. They leave your mind, but that is a little thing. My words, like My blessings, permeate you. My words are long-lasting. My words are eternal. They are actually your words for I am wordless. I am beyond words. So the words are but My thoughts filtered through layers of Being into what you call language. And, so, I play with words so that your heart may be impregnated with them. The words you hear and read are kept deep within the recesses of your heart and within the solubility of your every cell. My worded thoughts are like envelopes with tender messages inside that you will open one day and be amazed at what they say to you, and you will wonder how you ever missed their drift before.

But your mind will not be on messages missed. Your mind will be on Me which is the same as to say on you. Your mind will be on this mutual love We exchange. We exchange it as a manner of speaking. It is not My love and your love that are exchanged, as if there is a you and I and Love can be exchanged. It is Love Itself that We play with. We blow bubbles of love. With Oneness, there is nothing to be exchanged and no one to exchange it with. But We blow bubbles of love for the fun of it.

How high will the bubbles of Our love go when there is no high and no low? Love will just go everywhere all at once, and nothing but Love will be. Not even a remembrance of all the other stuff you thought existed will remain. You will utterly know that Love Alone Is, and that you are simply Love loving Itself.

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I well know that you don't

I well know that you don't quite grasp what I am saying. I also know that you are greatly heightened by My words. My words, no matter how unfathomable to you at this moment, delight you.

I suspected as much

Well Jochen, I suspected that there was magic going on in these letters. As the quote you highlighted shows, the cat is out of the bag. God admits it :-)

Exactly!

Exactly!

With Oneness, there is

With Oneness, there is nothing to be exchanged and no one to exchange it with. But We blow bubbles of love for the fun of it.

This is the key

Yep, the bubbles of separation made out of love are not real, yet the fun of it is.