God's Beloved Piano Player

God said:

Come sit on this bench with Me, and We shall the piano play. Let's play a duet. I sit beside you. I hum a tune. Your fingers move the piano keys. You are My piano player. I whisper into your ear. You are My hands. Together, We will play a symphony, I silently, you banging the keys. From whence does music come?

This is Our relationship for the present. One day We will blend into one another until there is only One of Us to sit on the bench and play the piano. There will be no pounding the keys. The piano will almost play itself.

You can hardly call Us an orchestra, and yet We make mighty music. Our music reverberates everywhere. It sets the tone for the world.

Our tunes are catchy. Everyone picks them up. The spring in their step is the rhythm We make.

My beloved piano player, how united We are. It is said that I am the Ocean, and you are the wave, and yet who is it that discerns this? Not the heart. No, not the heart. Then it must be the mind.

Heart and mind will merge, just as you and I merge. The mind will have a great awakening and will start laughing at itself. The mind will start playing greater music as it becomes an accompanist to the heart instead of trying to beat its own drum. Can you begin to see the heart and mind arm in arm, walking down the street of life as the mind follows the pace of the heart, mind and heart both ennobling the heart. This is harmony, mind and heart.

This harmony builds until the world and Heaven are also One. Why not? Why cannot the world rise to Heaven? All the world has to do is to take off its old shoes and put on new shiny ones. New shoes could be considered the passport to Heaven.

If the world were a boat, it would bail out long-standing water, and the world would be lighter.

Heaven alighted on the world long ago. Now it is the world's turn to rise about its old self and naturally meet Heaven on Heaven's terms. There is no negotiating with Heaven. Why wouldn't the world rise when it has everything to gain and nothing to lose but old ways of thinking?

Heaven welcomes the world. Heaven invites the world to become partners in an adventure like no other. Oh, My, what can Heaven and Earth not accomplish together when they set their hearts and minds to it? All the world needs is an intention, and it will rise, and Heaven and Earth will be in tandem.

What music Heaven and Earth will make. What a dance Heaven and Earth will dance. A new music, a new dance, a new world and Heaven as it always has been. This is not theory I talk about. I talk about the inevitability of a new world right before Our eyes. It is not really a new world. It is the original world without the entrapments it has been carrying. A new world of wonder.

It has been that My children are in awe of Me. And now My children will be in awe of the world as it achieves its rightful place in the Universe. The world achieves its rightful place by letting go of borders and boundaries, these manmade nothings that became so important that vision and wholeness were forgotten, laid by the wayside, perhaps to come back to later, yet since time does not exist, later never came.

Time is also a barrier, and so time will be stepped over, and the world will enter into the realm of Eternity and know the holiness of this instant as it truly is. Ready?

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My beloved piano player, how

My beloved piano player, how united We are. It is said that I am the Ocean, and you are the wave, and yet who is it that discerns this? Not the heart. No, not the heart. Then it must be the mind.
Heart and mind will merge, just as you and I merge.
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Time is also a barrier, and so time will be stepped over, and the world will enter into the realm of Eternity and know the holiness of this instant as it truly is. Ready?

Yes, ready, absolutely, NOW - IN THIS HOLY INSTANT !!!

Good morning Father !
Berit

GOD'S BELOVED PIANO PLAYER

Dearest MAESTRO, CREATOR-GOD, LOVE AND LOVER OF ALL THAT IS,

GOODNESS! YOU DO WRITE AN APPEALING LETTER, AN IRRESISTIBLE LOVE LETTER
TO YOUR FAVORITE PIANO PLAYER! AND SHE IS ENTHRALLED, ENRAPTURED BY
THE POETIC WORDS AND PHRASES YOU CHARMINGLY WHISPER INTO HER EAR.

I AM ALSO SMILING FROM EAR TO EAR AT THE WAY YOU SAY THE MIND WILL BEGIN LAUGHING AT ITSELF AS YOUR CHILD FINALLY BECOMES ENLIGHTENED. THE MIND
WILL SEE THAT IT PLAYS PARTICULARLY BEAUTIFUL MUSIC WHEN IT STOPS TRYING
TO BEAT ITS OWN DRUM AND IS, IN IT'S NEWLY ENLIGHTENED UNDERSTANDING,
QUITE A MARVELOUS ACCOMPANIST TO THE CREATIVE MUSIC THE HEART MAKES.

AND THE THOUGHT THAT THE WORLD WILL SIMPLY STEP OVER TIME BECAUSE
TIME IS JUST A BARRIER ANYWAY AND SO THE JOY OF ETERNITY WILL BE THE ONLY
MUSIC WE COULD POSSIBLY WANT TO HEAR, THE DELICIOUSLY STRANGE MUSIC
OF LOVE, THE SO CALLED "STRANGE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES". SO HEART MELTING!!

Ready?

I can only echo, "Oh, my." It's not the same "Oh, my."

Am I ready? Confused and at a loss and stupid-feeling (etc.), does that amount to being ready? It has to, it's all I can offer. Am I in awe of God? I don't know. Tasting the words for a moment, I don't even know what they mean. Is that innocence, and does it mark me as being ready? Riddled with pessimism and negativism, unable to trust that anything is ever going to be any better than this, alone and lost in the middle of a horn of plenty, am I ready? Well, if these things don't add up to being ready, the answer has to be no.

I talk about the inevitability of a new world right before Our eyes. Dear God, You have more than once said things to that effect. That the new Eden is coming anyway. In my case, I feel, anyway will have to take care of just about everything.

"entrapments"

"It is the original world without the entrapments it has been carrying"
You have perfectioned Your plan in the meanwhile!
I feel we pioneer together in this "adventure like no other".
Hope in something better than space-time's invention.

God and me a duet? Are you kidding?

Perhaps Gloria has heard of this, perhaps not. When my darling wife was bedfast she had her keyboard in the room tuned to "Pipe Organ" so she could touch the keys now and then as she was our church organist..

One day I put my fingers on the keys and unbelievable music came from the keyboard. My darling was shocked because she knew I had no training or lessons in music. She cried and laughed as I spent hours playing old hymns and an occasional song that came to mind like "Somewhere over the Rainbow." Tears ran down our cheeks as God sat real close and actually played a duet of love to my wife as she lay in beautiful transition.

People came in and were shocked to hear such "love" music coming to my darling. They would comment that I could play by ear. Yah, God's ear. He's such a loving prankster when we let Him get close.

George enjoying memories on his 85 birthday

 George

 
                          
                              
                    
                           
                            
        
                          

Jochen makes me a star gazer

My heart flows with love for your stars and words. Thanks, Love

George

what a great month!

Thank you for sharing your sweet memories with us.
A bunch of stars for you, beloved George.

Emilia: Like the stars you shine in my heart

My heart and soul (and soul mate) says thanks sweet one.

George

Beloved George

Beloved George,

thank you !!!! tons of love and tender hugs to you dear !!

Berit is like the fragrance of the rose he sent.

To even comment is futile, the fragrance is forever.

George

The Love

Happy Birthday George,

The love that exudes from your words is the stuff of which God speaks of daily. God Bless Your Love...freely given....freely shared.

In Oneness,
Nancy

Nancy's words resemble God's heart

Nancy, your words embrace my love for life and with you I sit in wonder at the radiance that flow from love so freely shared by all your words.

George

Yes, beloved George, happy

Yes, beloved George, happy happy birthday to you and many more. Thank you for all the happiness you give to us. Your #1 fan, Gloria

Gloria touches my heart.

I searched all afternoon for words that spoke honestly about my feelings.

Couldn't find any. I suppose there are some words somewhere that express my inner feelings about Gloria and Heaven Letters but the only words that come close are by the angels who wished me well on my birthday or were warmed by my occasional mention of my wife. You can read them above. They say what I would like them to hear from me. Thanks you sweet Gloria; we all love you as our God channeler.

George

Beloved George, beautiful

Beloved George, beautiful friend, the fact is that I am a dumb typist. How do these beautiful messages come -- I sit with my mouth open every day and marvel that they do. There is nothing in the world to explain this wonderful thing that has somehow happened to me.

It has to be important that the messenger is not mixed up with the message. Important for you, and important for me.

Gloria the dumb typist?

Sweetest One,

"Dumb" never got in the way of the anointing. Knowing that we are "dumb" shows only that we know our real source and simply love the melodies It sings into our consciousness. Even the Master tells us that He knows nothing and is nothing but His Father is all.

Gloria, precious one, we all know these deep and profound things but it takes one like you with the Father to show us how to release the "imprisoned Splendor."

Our love for you is not based on you as a human person, but you as God's faucet. Deal with it sweet One.

George

NO! You must cease and

NO! You must cease and desist. Will you do this for my sake, dear friend?

Ok, oh, I'll call God by some other name.

Gloria, I have unquenchable thirst for Truth in all its forms.

Is it my fault that you take one of the most precious forms of "living" truth?

You don't choose to say the beautiful things you say. At this age I really don't know how to desist or cease thinking.

Sweet one would you rather I stopped posting for a while? I'll obey your every command, if I can figure out how to do it.

George

Oh, no, you are absolutely

Oh, no, you are absolutely required to post, George. You wouldn't blackmail me, would you?

What? Me blackmail Gloria?

I have only a splinter's eye view of the thousands of e-mails you get, the hundreds of letters to comment on, the miles you have to travel plus living your life with family and helpers. I know that Santhan helps by pointing out certain ones that really need attention.

Sweetest one, if the subject matter of what this Tin Man happens to mutter on his way out of Kansas has in anyway hurt you or the precious letters I would count it a joy to just read the diamonds every day and let Jochen, Milia, Chuck, Jim & Jimi, and countless others post the way Alohalight sends so much love. Are my comments too religious? Too personal? Too self centered? Help me Sweet Gloria.

George the post ghost

Oh, dear, I have been

Oh, dear, I have been insensitive. I'm so sorry. It would be awful if you stopped posting.

All I wanted was you to stop praising me, dear one. That's all I meant, most dear George.

Please excuse me for not being clear.

And keep posting, you hear?!!!!

Loving you,

Gloria

God's faucet got turned on me.

Sweet One my absolute love of God, Life, Love, Spirit, blinds me to my love's affect on the beautiful vessel you are to this darkened world. I'll try to be more sensitive to your wishes sweet sensitive one.

George