Know God

God said:

Come to Me, My beloveds. Come to Me as a swan floats on the water. It is natural and easy to come to Me. Glide to Me. Or somersault to Me. Do cartwheels to Me. Or come to Me the way you might change your seat at the movies, wanting to get closer to see better. Come to the Source the way you might step up to a popcorn man. You are entitled.

Or tiptoe to Me, if you prefer. Limp to Me, if your feet ache. Jump to Me. Careen to Me. Ride to Me on your motorcycle. Parachute to Me. Swing to Me. Bounce to Me. Just come to Me. Alight before Me.

One way or the other, you come to Me. You can twiddle your thumbs, and still you will come to Me. You can flee, and still you will come to Me. You can climb a tree, enter a cave, sail a boat, and yet you will come to Me.

Run away from Me, and you will bump into Me. You cannot elude Me. Whatever direction you go in, I am there, and you will meet Me. There is no beyond Me, beloveds. If you hide, and I seek, I find. And, oh, yes, I seek you. I seek you, and I see you. Come out, wherever you are, and see Me.

What do I ask but that you know you are loved? Feel My love. Feel it like drops of rain that will not let up. Feel My love like the warm sun on your back. Feel My love like a spa or a lazy lagoon.

Know My love like a good book you like to return to. Know My love. Know love. Know love. Who cares whose it is when it is love, and love is all.

Of course, I care. I care very much. I care that you know the love that connects you to Me, and Me to you. We are connected. For sure, I am your Soul Mate.

Leap to Me, and I catch you. I cannot miss. You are already in My arms. It is a flight of fancy that you are not. It is quite a feat to imagine that you are anywhere but where you are.

You have imagined that you are on an island of fear. You have imagined that you are deserted there. You imagine there is a land mass of fear, and you gravitate to it. If there were such a land, it would be an island. But would you be abandoned there all alone? Never. You would have much company there, each isolated on a dot of sand, each huddled with a lump in his throat. Even on that island, I AM. There is nowhere I am not.

If purgatory existed, I would be there to get you out. If I were a fighter, I would fight to get you out. As it is, I am a different kind of warrior. I claim victory by the sword of love. No one defeats Me. I hold the whole world in My arms, and I never let it down. I am holding the world up now, and you with it.

You are on top of the world. The top of the world is Heaven. You had a little dream, a rip-roaring dream that you were somewhere else. Oh, how you trudged in that dream. How you held on to that dream, the way you would hold on to the side of your bed. Now I say, go ahead and fall from that bed where you dreamed you were anywhere but with Me. Give up that dream, beloveds. The Reality of where you are and Whom you are with far exceeds any wayward dream.

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God's lullaby.

What a beautiful caress and lullaby God sings to us. As "grown up", we have lost the sense of LIFE that we have swapped with the sense of survival. The baby child is not stressed by survival, the baby child knows he (/she) is in security because he feels even closer to God than to his own parents. He still remembers _for a short while_where he comes from that is why he is basically happy.

As we grow up we program our body for the survival mode rather than the living mode, so we modify its chemistry accordingly. The survival mode brings its plethora of pains and diseases. The seek for confort and pleasure also pertains to the survival mode, the old logical program. If we swap our need to survive with the deepest need to LIVE which is to LOVE, we might modify the chemistry of our body accordingly. Hence living better, healthier and happier.

«If purgatory existed, I would be there to get you out.»

Who put ourself in purgatory, in the first place? Aren't we the one who chose the survival program rather than the LIFE program? Isn't the survival mode the ESCAPE mode from what we really are? Aren't we getting tired to be in our own self-created prison? Aren't we tired of not being with ourself? Aren't we tired of those two beings always separated? Don't we want to come back with/to ourself?

God says repeatedly «Run away from Me, and you will bump into Me. You cannot elude Me.»
Even if our soul is longing for Him, our survival mode still triggers intermittently the escape script or program. «You have imagined that you are on an island of fear.»

Can we let go enough of our old program to let ourself be lulled by God again?
Now, every night, before falling asleep, I take God's arms and wrap myself in them.

Beautiful Message

Thank you for that beautiful comment, I like how you said " Now every night, before falling asleep, I take God's arms and wrap myself in them." I like that statement. There are moments in my life where I feel like God took me in his arms (off course we are always in his arms....), or hugged me... It is a special feeling.

Veronica, I loved that

Veronica, I loved that statement of Normand's too. I never quite thought of it that way. "I take God's arms and wrap myself in them."

If you hide, and I seek, I find.

And, oh, yes, I seek you.
I seek you, and I see you.

Thank You for the reassurance, Beloved & Gloria.

Gloria is part of our dream.

Dreaming is almost always at night. It's easy to let the dark convince us that it's real.

At times the dark seems to comprehend the Light but a Heavenletter like this helps us curl up and go back to sleep in God's world of symbols designed to make us think we are a body rather than a bit of the eternal song of the ages.

What a melody! What a bit of divine humor at work in love.

George

Bless You All That Is

Bless You All That Is

 

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