Illusions

God said:

What is it that makes your heart ache so? How do you account for it? How can a heart be so happy one day and not so happy the next? What cruel joke do you play on yourself? You are the whole story. Your story, no matter how it may seem, is dependent upon you and no other. You can only become disillusioned by illusions you carry. Who chooses to illusion yourself if not you? Do you really need illusions so wholeheartedly?

By and large, your illusions boil down to that you are dependent upon something other than yourself for your share of happiness or, by the same token, the obliteration of your designated happiness. You perhaps carry illusion in order to become disillusioned of it. That you are dependent upon others for your well-being is an illusion that will fall by the wayside. It has to because it is an illusion. It is an illusion by the very fact that it lacks truth. It is not Truth that disillusions you. You can not be disillusioned of Truth. You can only be disillusioned of illusion.

Of course, you can make yourself dependent upon others, yet the life of your heart does not depend upon others. It depends upon you. You make yourself happy or unhappy. Be not unhappy because untruth fades away. You have long learned that because you want something a certain way does not make it so. The world as you know it does not always yield you your dreams, or, if it does, it doesn’t always let you keep them.

What this means is that you are the captain of your own ship. This is the inevitability of life in the world. You are your own consort. Perceived otherness in the world does not always bring you your cup of tea, that which you like to perceive as your cup of tea and which may not be. You may be finished with that cup of tea.

You may believe that your happiness is dependent upon this or that, and yet your happiness is dependent upon you. You are responsible for your state of happiness. No one else is. You made your decisions. You are the one who decided that your happiness depended upon something that it does not.

No one outside you is capable of being responsible for your happiness. This is a Grand Illusion. It may seem so, and yet it is not so.

This is a good thing. You don’t really want your happiness to be dependent upon what wafts in or out of your life.

Come, establish yourself in Being.

Life is you and I as One. You are sufficient unto yourself.

You can bend down and smell the sweetness of an iris. So sweet. You can even pick the iris and put it in water in a vase on your mantel. You can love it. You can adore it. You can love it all you want. Nevertheless, the sweetness of the beautiful iris is here today and gone tomorrow. It gives you its essence while it can, and then it can’t any longer. The iris did not let you down. You know better than to assume that your happiness is dependent upon how long the iris offers itself to you in its splendid moments of full beauty. You aren’t despondent because an iris gives you all it can while it can. You are glad for its gifts. You know better than to blame a beautiful iris later for not sustaining your happiness. You never told yourself it could.

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You are the whole story... By and large, your illusions boil down to that you are dependent upon something other than yourself... you are the captain of your own ship. This is the inevitability of life in the world. You are your own consort. Perceived otherness in the world does not always bring you your cup of tea, that which you like to perceive as your cup of tea and which may not be. You may be finished with that cup of tea... You don’t really want your happiness to be dependent upon what wafts in or out of your life... Life is you and I as One. You are sufficient unto yourself.
 
Cups of tea have sometimes been brought and sometimes they have not. More often than not they have not. But sometimes they have. This is not easy to see through, and I sympathize with our mistaken belief in cups of tea being brought or refused. I do sympathise with our whining, praying, scheming and fighting for cups or tea being brought to us. That old paradigm, although it will remain active in many of us for some time and to some degree, is busted.

It was magical thinking, believing that if I push the right button or pull the right lever, my cup of tea will be magically supplied. If I meditate dilligently, practice right living, right thinking, right mindfulness and all the other items on that long list of right things we have compiled from the spiritual traditions of the world, my cup of tea and Cup of Tea will surely arrive sooner or later. Others may have quite different items on their lists of things that need to be done do secure their particular cups of tea. But with the dawning of the realization that I am the whole story, the end of magical thinking is in sight. The end of magical thinking is in knowing that my cup of tea comes from no one but me, from nowhere but here. You are sufficient unto yourself probably does not mean I have to content myself with poor little Jochen who doesn't even know how to make the world deliver his cup of tea or pot of gold. I feel I know what it means, and that I am being shepherded there.

I imagine giving myself all the things most longed for and hardest to "come by." I have been the withholder. I will be the giver.

Jochen gives us his cup of tea to read the tea leaves.

Jochen the child born to a Kalahari Pigmy sees life in a way different from a child born in Hawaii, or Manhattan. The Australian Child on his first Walkabout thinks thoughts he needs to think to just survive. Did he choose to do the walkabout or was the scrip of his life in the hands of bigger things?

Is each of these children sufficient to themselves or are they the product of social forces that go back to the beginning life?

Did the five young men who road to work with me every day choose that moment to burn to death? Should I call this kind of thing an illusion of choice or part of a divine rhapsody of God's composition that leaves me spellbound? I watched a bunch of young buddies drenched with aviation fuel and burn to death close enough for me to feel the heat and burn my hands as I tried to help. Is there any magical thinking that can erase the unimaginable stench of human flesh burning, or the noise of unanswerable calls for help. Was that their cup of tea or was it also part of the cacophony of God's partly finished symphony? The meaning of Life is its actual meaning in the moment of the now that they encounter. Love does not always resemble love.

George

George, your words, well

George, your words, well chosen, well put, make me grateful that I don't know and don't have to know. Lives are not comparable except when something that is not the mind knows the tertium quid. We each have our inklings, and the ones I am given dissolve whatever belief I may have had in eiter "scripts" or "the hands of bigger things" or even "the now". I'm beginning to see that I don't exist as what I thought I was, and thank God I don't. I feel your huge heart in what you say and ask, that's all I can know about these things. And reading this Heavenletter again, I am relieved to find all the questions fully answered — as far as I imagine I understand the answers.

Hi Jochen...

I like tea too. How are you today? Love, Jimi.

tea

Munich, 8:30 p.m.

It's been a beautiful day, Jimi. I collected slugs in my garden and took them to the nearby park which is why five o'clock tea was an hour late today. I didn't like tea until I was around 30, and then quite suddenly I turned into an absolute lover of tea. I also love coffee, but if I had to drop one of the two, it would be coffee. I usually have a mug of tea in the morning, one cup of coffee around noon and two cups of tea in the afternoon. Since I enjoy those times very much, I hardly ever drink more. Which is good because I usually prefer the most expensive stuff.

I imagine that I'm six or seven hours ahead of you and that tea time is among the things you are looking forward to right now.

tea time

Yes Jochen, I love tea as well. There is a wonderful tea shop in Sedona called White August. The owner travels around the world to come up with unique blends...of green, white and black. Over a hundred varieties. It is fun to go in the shop to smell and sample. My wife, who is from the UK and France is a real tea lover...and even a couple of years ago...when we had very very little money, she would occassionally buy expensive blends...but it was worh it ( I finally found out). I love to watch it steep...and then sip/savor...a timeless pleasure. Love, Jim(i)

IRIS

"You make yourself happy or unhappy." Iris makes me creative, it is all creativity - Mose Rose - charity, Daisy - innocence, Red Rose - passion, Buttercup - humility, Shamrock - vitality, Veronica - faith, Pink Rose - friendship,
California Poppy - success, Hydrangea -
perseverance, Hearts Ease - soul.mate, Chives - balance, Rose - love, Ground Ivy - affection, Red Poppy - pleasure, Dandelion - happiness, Rose tea - kindness, Clover - industry, White Rose - purity, Mallow - sweetness, Rosebud - hope, there are two unknowns in it if you want to see here the link
Iris is my own interpretation because it is not in it, but it is making me really creative. How does a Iris look like? A little bit like Hearts Ease....

No one outside you is

No one outside you is capable of being responsible for your happiness.

Nothing to add.

much much love
Berit

Love

Hi Berit. Thank you for your words and your loving presence. I like love a lot. Life is so full because love lives here. I love love. Love, Jimi.

Illusions seem so real!

You have dreamed of things in a dream that seemed real but were really in the dream and not real at all.

Tell me, was the "dream" real? "Just pinch yourself and you'll know if it's a dream." But what if you pinched yourself in the dream? Dreams arrange for the pinch to feel like a pinch.

Perhaps our most important illusion is that our body is US, not just a device to carry the real us to where we are going.

Is it possible for our parents, or teachers, or ministers, to give us illusions about self worth, or punishment, or shape shifting ideas? Yes but we are told that we choose to believe or not believe the illusion. Is that an allusion of a social process we are so caught up in that we don't see that we are sleep walking, or in other terms, we are "dead men walking?"

Reading Heaven Letters can help sort out this strange process that seems to have no handles.

George

i have woderful people around me,

dear God heavenley father,
this your letter today, you give os to remind
in aour daylife, i am the one of them am not goodt
of decide, but i know how to make happenes my self
for oneness sick, i have onley one life i have my reason
to be happy,
God father i want to thank all of this weekend
i have wonderful people around me of this weekend
evry of them it so happy,

Hi Carmen

I like people too and I have a lot of people around me. Sometimes, for me, it is hard to talk to them...so i just enjoy them...like trees in a forest ...or flowers in a meadow...I just enjoy them. Sometimes I find it hard to relate to what they are saying...cause my mind doesn't work any more the way their minds work. I still love them though...As a matter of fact, I love them more this way...the way of the heart way. Love, Jimi.

Hibiscus too

"...You can bend down and smell the sweetness of an iris. So sweet. You can even pick the iris and put it in water in a vase on your mantel. You can love it. You can adore it. You can love it all you want."...

Yes God...and I just picked a hibiscus flower and put it in a glass...to see it and love it. I do this with people too (except the putting them in the glass part). Love Jimi.

Java Love

I am in a coffee place in Sedona called Java Love. I like it here. I road my bicycle here with my computer. The place is full of people...they are like flowers...they come in all shades of colors and they mostly buds still...but some are hinting at a bloom. I love them all...They make a nice bouquet. I look at them with God's eyes...and I feel them with God's heart. Same goes for you! Love, Jimi.

Thank you, Jim(i).

Thank you, Jim(i).

Hi Jim

Good morning Jim Keller. It has been a while. I am a coffee fan as well. I buy my coffee from an organic grower about 30 miles away who does everything organic and dries his beens in the sun instead of a dryer. I like the lightest roasted coffee, Ok you need a bit more coffee but the aroma is better and not as bitter. At least my wife and I like the lighter roast better. We drink coffee around 9.30 10.00 in the morning. With wife, if the neighbours are away or with the neighbours who happen to be our oldest son and his lovely wife and two fantastic teenage boys. We live on an organic permaculture garden. I see Beethoven favourate fruit growing out of my window. Beethoven even wrote a symphony about this Fruit. You all heard his BA-NA= NA_NA. his Fifth. All well here and greetings from Paradide Love to ALL Jack