Old-Fashioned Giving

God said:

Everything in the world is a symbol. Christmas lights are a symbol of lighted hearts. The symbol, consciously or subconsciously, reminds you of all the light that goes on in the human heart. It is a reminder. Let the love in your heart be seen. Turn on the light in your heart.

Symbols are required in the world. Santa Claus is a symbol of giving. Wrapped gifts are a symbol of giving. Naturally, there is a greater than an electric train or the most desired doll or anything you wrap and put under the tree.

There's no fun in obligation. Make sure that your heart goes with the gift you give. Make sure that you have delight in the gift-giving. Nothing is given unless joy goes along with it. If you cannot think of the right gift, if you cannot think of something material that is just right for the person you are giving to, then give them something that they can share with others. Chocolates are an old stand-by. Flowers. A plant.

Gifts are meant to be tokens of love. Pull those tokens out of your heart, and give them.

During the year when there is no holiday or special event, still be thinking of what you can give. A note of appreciation is good. A toy whistle. Anything at all so that someone knows he is in your heart and welcome there. It is a wonderful gift to think of someone and to let them know you are thinking of them. And then they will think to pass on the light you gave to them to someone else.

This is how love grows in the human heart.

It is your heart you are to give on all occasions and for no occasion at all. The opportunity to give a dewdrop of love exists. You will find it.

Allow your heart to become soft, not hard. Unharden your heart. De-ice it. Start right now. Let your heart melt in love. There is every occasion to give love. There is no occasion to withhold it. I know you think there is. You think there are plenty of pitfalls around, and so you lift up the skirt of your heart, careful to keep your heart above the throng.

Beloveds, when you give with thought of return, you haven't given. You have been fishing. You have been trying to catch something.

When your heart feels hurt, you have been expecting something, and you didn't get it. You may like to think you are sensitive and that others are insensitive, but let Me tell you squarely, that is your ego whispering in your ear. Your ego takes affront. That's what ego does. Ego tells you that you are owed something, and an individual or two or life itself has been remiss, and so you sniffle.

Beloveds, if you are owed anything, you owe it to yourself to open your heart and give and give and give. It really is not your heart that aches. It is your ego. You are trying to stand up for yourself, or defend yourself. There is no need. What you need is to give more. Preoccupy yourself with giving and not with feeling hurt.

Do not compare the gifts you give with what you receive or don't receive. That is a blind alley. Don't go down it.

This is one advantage in giving anonymously. You don't expect anything in return, not even a thank you.

And that is how you want to give, just old-fashioned giving from a heart that knows its role in life and loves to play it.

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OLD FASHIONED GIVING

DEAREST MAESTRO, GOD-CREATOR, AND LOVER OF HUMANITY

YES, it is the role and the meaning of life to give , just plain old -fashioned giving from a
heart that was created to give love and therefore to light up all other hearts that might be fearful, so frightened are so many hearts.

AND IT IS GREAT PRACTICE TO CONTINUALLY GIVE WITHOUT ANY EXPECTATION
OF RETURN, NOT EVEN A THANK YOU. TO COMPARE WHAT I GIVE WITH WHAT
I EXPECT IN RETURN TAKES ALL THE JOY OUT OF GIVING - TAKES THE LIFE OUT OF
GIVING. THAT IS TRUE!!

I LOVE READING WHAT YOU SAY ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO ALLOW OTHERS
TO KNOW THAT HE OR SHE IS IN MY HEART AND THAT HE OR SHE IS WELCOME THERE!
VERY BEAUTIFUL! DON'T WE ALL WANT TO KNOW WE ARE WELCOME IN ANYONE'S
HEART? YES, THERE'S NO FEAR THEN, ONLY PEACE AND GLADNESS, KNOWING
WE ARE WELCOME. IT WHAT WE ALWAYS WANTED TO FEEL ABOUT OUR BIOLOGICAL PARENTS - THAT WE WERE WELCOME IN THEIR HEARTS. THEY WERE
SO FEARFUL THOUGH, THAT THEY ONLY WERE ABLE TO TELL US HOW UNACCEPTABLE WE WERE. OH, WELL. THAT'S ALL PAST. NOW IS WHERE LIFE
IS AND LIFE IS SUCH A TREMENDOUS GIFT, THE SUNRISES EVERY MORNING
AND THE STARS TWINKLE AND SHINE EVERY NIGHT, AND FLOWERING TREES
DELIGHT US AS WE PASS THEM FOR THEY SEEM TO BE SINGING A SONG OF
THANKS FOR THEIR ABILITY TO BLOSSOM AND FLOWER., WHAT I TOO CAN DO.

old-fashioned giving

i am new here. i don¨t know why i am here, but i like to write to God-
My whole childhood i was confronted with Santa Claus. My birthday is one day early, so my parents thought it is a good idea to have him on my birthday. but i did not like it at all and i could not explain them that i wanted to have my birthday celebration separate from Santa Claus activities. Anyway it brings me here and who knows what i learned from him. He played his role in my life and i learned to accept his gift as they were presented.

fulfel of my wish

dear God heavenley father,
i am so happy i have my hearth soft,
to giveng, for me my crismass it
everyday and i love it to give i am not expected
them to give back what i give and i dont want to,
most of all i am happy because you give me this
hearth to giveng am bow in my hearth to the sky,
and say to you thank God you give me this hearth
of giveng, am remember when i was fiveyears old,
i say to my mother i have find job earn the mony
to give you so you can buy the foods what we can eat
everyday and that i fulfel my wish to my mother
am already work when i was five years old i am houskepper
to my nebor to aern the mony to give my mother so we can eat,

What a beautiful story,

What a beautiful story, beloved Carmen. And what a heart you have.

lameness / story

here is the story, enjoy

..alles nur um zu leben. der kinderwagen hat schon wackelige räder und der lahme vor mir blickt mich freundlich an. seine augen blitzen und leuchten, als sei es ihm das grösste vergnügen, lahm zu sein, schliesslich macht er erfahrungen die anderer nicht hat. hinter diesem lahmen steckt ein mensch, der bereit ist zu teilen. so einfach das teilen ist, der lahme hat die welt nicht für sich, sondern die welt ist für ihn. doch wo bleibt das vertrauen, wo die wut, wo der glaube. das kind schiebt den kinderwagen weiter, der lahme weiss, dass wenn die räder auseinanderfallen, muss er stehen bleiben, wo er ist. er weiss nicht wo dieser punkt sein wird. die wackeligen räder bringen ihn sowohl äusserlich wie innerlich weiter. wir sind wie flüsse, wir fliessen dahin wo wir gelenkt werden.

Welcome, beloved Nirmala.

Welcome, beloved Nirmala. Perhaps someone can translate this for us?

translation

[I don't quite understand all of it, but you will get the idea.]
 
...all of it just to live. the wheels of the stroller are wobbly already, and the lame one in front of me looks at me kindly. his eyes are sparkling and luminous as if it were a great pleasure to him to be lame; after all, he is having experiences another has not. behind the lameness is a human being who is willing to share. easy as this sharing is, the lame one does not have the world for himself, but the world is for him. but where is trust, where rage, where faith. the child keeps pushing the stroller, the lame one knows that when the wheels fall apart, he will have to stop where he is. he does not know where that will be. the wobbly wheels carry him forward inwardly as well as outwardly. we are like rivers, we flow toward where we are guided to.

... tutto soltanto per

... tutto soltanto per vivere. la carozzina ha già le ruote traballanti e l'uomo paralizzato davanti a me, mi guarda con gentilezza. i suoi occhi scintillano e brillano, come se essere paralizzato fosse il più grande divertimento per lui, in fin dei conti lui fa esperienze che altri non fanno. dietro il paralizzato c'è un uomo, disposto a condividere. Condividere non è semplice, il mondo non è del paralizzato, ma il mondo è per il paralizzato. ma dov'è la fiducia, la rabbia, dov'è la fede. il bambino continua a spingere la carozzina, il paralizzato sa che se le ruote cedono si deve fermare dov'è. lui non sa quando questo accadrà. le ruote traballanti lo fanno avanzare sia esternamente sia internamente. siamo come fiumi che scorrono ove siamo guidati.

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Hello Friends,

God said start right now
Give love anonymously
On all occasions

Love, Light and Aloha!