DEAREST MAESTRO, I AM SORRY THAT WE SOUND SO DISAPPOINTING TO YOU. WE ARE NOT IN HEAVEN, THOUGH
YOU TELL US WE ARE. WE ARE HERE WHERE THERE'S GREAT PAIN AND SADNESS AND TRAGEDY AND HORRORS
THAT ARE INDESCRIBABLE.

I KNOW YOU ARE NOT CAPABLE OF SEEING WHAT WE SEE HERE.

OH, WELL, IT IS NONETHELESS AN EXTRAORDINARILY BEAUTIFUL WORLD, THERE ARE GLORIOUS SUN RISES
AND SUBLIME SUNSETS AND THE MOON IS SO INSPIRATIONAL TO LOOK AT. I READ SOME WORDS RECENTLY
THAT THE MOON HAD TO SAY AND SHE IS QUITE AN EXTRAORDINARY LADY. FLOWERS DELIGHT US. AND DOGS
ARE GREAT COMFORTERS TO ADULTS AND CHILDREN ALIKE. WE HAD SOME SPECTACULARLY HEAVENLY WEATHER
FOR 2 WEEKS IN OCTOBER., THAT FELT LIKE PARADISE MIGHT FEEL. WE LOVE TO READ WHAT YOU SAY, NEVERTHE-
LESS. WE DO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOUR ALMOST INDESCRIBABLE LOVE CREATED US. THANK YOU.

PERHAPS I OUGHT NOT TO HAVE SAID THAT WE DISAPPOINT YOU. FOR YOU ARE NOT DISAPPOINTABLE, I AM SURE
OF THAT. YOU SEE US IN A LIGHT THAT WE SIMPLY CANNOT SEE BY. WHEN YOU DESCRIBED REAL LIFE YESTERDAY,
WE COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WERE SAYING. WE ARE TOTALLY BEFUDDLED BY REAL LIFE BEING INCIPIENT ,
WHERE THERE'S NOTHING HAPPENING. AND THERE'S ONLY LOVE EXPRESSED ALWAYS. THAT SOUNDS SO FOREIGN.
WE ARE ACCUSTOMED TO ILLUSION DOWN HERE AND I GUESS WE'VE LEARNED TO LOVE IT, IN MANY WAYS.

I WISH WE COULD LOOK EACH OTHER RIGHT IN THE EYES, AND FEEL THE LOVE THAT WOULD POUR OUT FROM YOURS.

Hi, sweetest Gloria and everyone.
Well, I don't feel your lack because every day I read you and bring you all in my heart.
Love is a choise, yes, starting from the belief we all are love and, even if incapable to know this, we belive it. The choise bring itself our realization. Choosing love we choose everyone of us, that we are one.
We are that we are, human and divine.
Blessings to all

This is what I suspected. That I really don't know about anything. That no one I know does. Well, it's rather a relief to hear that things are radically different from what I thought they were like. What is there to do? I think I'll go on shouting commands on my paper sailboat, acting as if I were not simply blown about. Waiting for that day, soon, when I will step out of where I have held myself captive. Just to give You another information, dear God: It's not nice to be my own prisoner. I'm not even a nice guard.

If I were a cat I would say "miaooo"; if I were a dog I would say "bau"; if I were a bird I would say "cip-cip"; but I am me and I say "Booo...".
"Indecipherable" we are to each other.

It's not often we are taken to the Lamp in the movie projector to be shown why our life movie looks the way it looks but this Heaven Letter does exactly that. Read it again and listen to the Ship's Captain tell you about it's mystery, not about the ice burgs, or sharks but about the Deck were we all rest as guests of the Captain. He knows his job so well, and He knows how we look at life from what we think is a tiny row boat. Learn to trust the Boat of Life and its Captain.

George

Something that keeps haunting me since I first read it.

It could be said that I wanted to look in a mirror and see all the possibilities of the carriers of My love, the dispensers of My love. Truth be known, all I can see, really see, is love. In terms of anything else, I can listen to your words and repeat them so you know that I listen, yet I am incapable of seeing what you see. I take your word for it, beloveds, and so I say back to you what I have heard you say to Me. I repeat your words so that you can know I do hear you and listen to you. But to Me, all your angst is indecipherable. I accept what you say as being true for you, yet what you feel is foreign to Me. I do not go down to your level, and yet I am like a father who, for a moment, stoops down to his child so that they can look into each other’s eyes.

I still don't know what to think.