Infinite Being That You Are

God said:

There is a full day before you. It is a complete 24 hours. That has been agreed upon. The world attempts to be allied with nature and follow the sun. Often the world gets caught up in cement and dollars. What do cement and dollars have to do with nature? And yet the world tries.

The world tries to understand the sun and the stars. It contemplates them. The astronomers seek to know the love of the galaxies as much as a poet does. There is a seeking to get inside and get closer to the magnificence of the stars. There is the physical level, and there is the level that far outreaches the physical. Surely there is more to the lovelies of nature than the matter they are made of. Surely there is more to poetry than the words poems are made of. There is always something more, and yet the something more cannot always be pinned down, and, yet, it can be felt, and it can be enjoyed.

The physical offers its joys, yet if life were only physical and nothing more than physical, how much joy would there be? Physical matter is not infinite. It has an end. As much as you want to investigate the physical, the physical has its limits. That the physical has limits means that there is an end to it. It means that the physical is finite. As much as you desire to solve a puzzle, once you have solved it, there is an emptiness, a let-down, and the joy is reduced.

Fortunately, there is Infinity, the something more that you desire to grasp. The thing is that Infinity, by its very nature, is not graspable. And that is its very joy. It is unending. There is always more to it. Words fall short. One discovery leads to another. There is no conclusion. Infinity does not conclude. Your joy in the infinite nature of life is a niggling joy. It teases. That which you love about Infinity also eludes you.

That’s okay. Infinity does not have to know itself. Infinity is as Infinity does. The merry-go-ride of Infinity keeps on going. There is no getting off. And you are always on the merry-go-round ride. There is neither getting on nor getting off. That’s Infinity for you. That is its joy, and that is what makes it ephemeral. You crave Infinity, and yet you want to divide it into parts. You want to dissect that which is incapable of being dissected. That is its sweetness, and that is its torment.

Fortunately, you do not have to choose, for you are in the grasp of Infinity. Infinity never drops you off anywhere. You are Infinity trying to grasp its own nature which is whole and yet is indiscernible.

From nothingness everything comes. From emptiness everything comes. And yet, from the nothingness and emptiness and silence of Infinity, concrete arises. The Source of All is not seen. The Source of All is indelible, and yet not seen. It cannot be erased, nor can it be seen in order to be erased.

You swim in the deep waters at the same time as you seemingly drift on top of a winding river. You are on target. You have reached your destination even though you don’t really know what your destination is. At the same time, how can you reach Infinity when you are already established in Infinity?

What is it that you have to know and understand about the waters of life when you are the song of life itself? You sing in your depths, and you sing in your heights. All the while you swim in the ocean of yourself, infinite Being that you are.

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Fortunately, there is Infinity

Fortunately, there is Infinity, the something more that you desire to grasp. The thing is that Infinity, by its very nature, is not graspable. And that is its very joy. It is unending. There is always more to it. Words fall short. One discovery leads to another. There is no conclusion. Infinity does not conclude. Your joy in the infinite nature of life is a niggling joy. It teases. That which you love about Infinity also eludes you.

A most wonderful paragraph. I love it. There is no conclusion — how freeing this feels, how beautiful it is. Away from all those shelves of boxed items of philosophical, scientific, sociological, soteriological and every other nature, away from everything groaning under the weight of names and definitions.

Somewhere along the way there must have been a failure of nerve that made us start trying to pin things down and box them, rigging up theories of things called evolution, galaxies, economics and physiology — all because death and Infinity seemed so irreconcilable. And suddenly we found ourselves trapped in a finite world with only death of boredom before us. We made it a little interesting again by escalating things until nuclear extinction became a real threat. I think we saved ourselves that way. Times seem to change now. That which no conclusion can be drawn about takes on a new allure, becoming a niggling joy. Yes, finite life in the middle of ungraspable infinity is worth living once we stop trying to kill infinity.

This is a beautiful comment,

This is a beautiful comment, Jochen, like a seamless continuity with this Heavenletter.

Amazingly beautiful this

Amazingly beautiful this Heavenletter....

All the while you swim in the ocean of yourself, infinite Being that you are.

and thanks Jochen, for you took my breath away !

Loving you always

Infinity

...or once infinity stops trying to kill us. What I want to say is that we do not need to grasp infinity, but finite life is worth living only if we "know" we are "the song of life" and do not feel alien from infinity and eternity and at the mercy of the unknown.
Until then, having to dress up in the morning in order to do the reverse in the night before sleeping, is just oddity.

infinite Being That You ARe

DEAREST MAESTRO, WHEN I READ YOUR LETTERS TO ME, TO US, I AM DUMBFOUNDED BY THE MYSTERIOSO QUALITY
OF EVERYTHING YOU SAY, AND YET I AM SO VERY INTRIGUED BY ALL THAT YOU SAY!! WE THINK THAT WE, IN THE
WORLD, FOLLOW NATURE AND THAT WE FOLLOW THE SUN. WE SEEK TO KNOW THE LOVE THAT ABIDES IN THE STARS
AND THE GALAXIES BUT INSTEAD WE FIND OURSELVES INVOLVED IN CEMENT AND DOLLARS. SO YOU QUIETLY AND
LOVINGLY ASK, "WHAT DO CEMENT AND DOLLARS HAVE TO DO WITH NATURE?"

AND I LOVE YOUR REMINDING US THAT WE DO SEEK SO AVIDLY TO KNOW THE MAGNIFICENCE OF THE STARS. THERE
IS SO MUCH MORE TO YOUR LOVELY NATURE THAN WE CAN EVER PIN DOWN. INFINITY! AH, HOW WE DO CRAVE
TO UNDERSTAND IT, AND YET IT CAN'T BE GRASPED, CAN IT? NO. YOU SAY TO US, "BELOVEDS, YOU ARE INFINITY
TRYING TO GRASP THE NATURE OF IT, AND YET IT CAN'T BE GRASPED.

THE LOVELIEST PART OF ALL THS IS, AS YOU SAY, WE ARE ALREADY INFINITY, WE ARE INFINITE AND BY YOUR GRACE WE ARE ALWAYS AT THE HEART AND DEPTHS OF OURSELVES, SINGING HEAVEN'S ETERNAL SONG OF LOVE. OH MY!

thank of life dear God

dear God heavenley father,
thank of this words and yesterday,
and thank of your explain to os of our physical body,
aour physical it a joy, and am glad for because we can touch
for enything you give os a voice we can express in our words to you,
and love, yes i understan in our physical not for ever,
the must of all iam happy in our infinite of being,
the water of life i understan very deeply what you maen,
and music of life i understan to, joy and love,
defor is not defecolt for me of all life, aslong am a live
thank of life dear God,

Word, just words; Infinite Being is just words until...

Tasty carrot is only words until you eat them. Then they don't stay tasty but become you. It's the same with rabbit to a fox until it catches it and makes it part of the fox.

Tell me, is it possible to chase "infinite being" in order to catch it and eat the darn thing? If you know some other way to make it become part of your essential being I'd like to know.

When Jesus told his disciples "Unless you eat my flesh and drink my blood, you have no part in me." His disciples huddled together and agreed together that Jesus had "lost it."

Now we know that words only point at the real which we can't feel, steal, or make a deal; we have to ingest, metabolize, and grow the concept as DNA insights woven into what we begin to feel ourselves to be.

This deep Heaven Letter needs to be part of the mental library of consciousness so the word "infinite" is not just a long string of finites tied together with a string of human thoughts made to seem like forms they do not even resemble.

George