On Earth or on the Stars

God said:

The thought of dying seems to dominate in life. The thoughts can be avoided for a time, and yet the thought of dying returns and stars in your life. It is hard for you to get away from this blade that seems to hang over your head. Wherever you turn, the thought of death is imminent. Even when death is far away, thoughts of it are imminent.

There is even the child’s prayer: “…and if I should die before I wake…”

Death is viewed as a haunting ghost that is out to get you. The Grim Reaper is after you. He stands on all sides of you, ready to reap you.

Beloveds, death, what you call death, is really a cushion you fall onto. You fall into My arms where you have always been. Is this to fear? And, yet, feared it is.

You are not here on Earth permanently in a body. From the moment you are born, your body changes. Your body is not timeless. It is temporary whereas you are timeless. There is no clock when it comes to the eternal essence of you. No timer is set. No alarm goes off. Peace be unto you.

How the world will change when death is not an enemy at all, but a friend to escort you somewhere where you would like to go. As it is now, fear of death is an enemy of vast proportions. Fear of death has gotten out of all proportion.

If you could feel the silence of timelessness, death would be but the blink of an eye. It would be nothing at all. Certainly not an interruption of life. Not even an interlude. The interlude, beloveds, is life on Earth. For what may seem long to you is only a moment. You visit Earth and try it out. It is inevitable that you return to full awareness of where you really exist.

Death is spoken of as a transition, yet it is your life on Earth that is the transition, a temporary dropping-off place, the place where you are a nomad, the place where you have a body wrapped around you only to take it off at a certain time. The time is certain. You just don’t know when that is. And yet, time is not. Even as you are a transient, time is not. You are enmeshed in time, yet time does not exist, and there is nothing for you to be enmeshed in. And yet you are. You feel wholly dependent upon your visit on Earth.

You dance a perfect spiral. You spin through the Universe. You hop onto the stars. You kiss the moon. You fry eggs on the sun. And all the while, you are nowhere. There is nowhere to be, and yet you are Being. On Earth or on the stars, you are Being. The viability of Being does not change. You experiment on Earth, and all falls by the wayside. Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

It is more realistic to say that all fall up, all rise up. There is no death for you to be resurrected from.

Snow falls. Souls rise. And even the snow that falls goes back up into the skies from where it came.

Up and down are also illusions commonly agreed upon. You may be upside down now as you think you are right-side-up.

What do you know, beloveds? You think you know there is death. You think there must be death because bodies give up the ghost and lie down. Bodies stop. They become inert. But you, beloveds, you never. You never sleep. You are always awake, and you are never anywhere but with Me deep in My heart, deep in the heart of Heaven, deeply love, deeply in love, deeply loved, deeply and immeasurably Mine. There are no two ways about it.

Enjoy the world more because your sojourn is temporary. And, at the time you leave your body, which you call death, enjoy that too, for what is really changed but the scenery?

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Love Song

... you are never anywhere but with Me deep in My heart, deep in the heart of Heaven, deeply love, deeply in love, deeply loved, deeply and immeasurably Mine.

Beautiful!
BlesSings Beloved & Gloria

upside down or right-side-up

"What do you know, beloveds?"
Nothing God, but there must be a reason for You to speak like a priest ( except for "you fry eggs on the sun").
I don't fear death in itself, but the unknown.

Ashes, ashes

Spoken by whomever, it's a good question, isn't it? And your answer is perfect too.

I might have stayed interested in organized religion/spirituality had I ever heard a priest speak about death as a friend to escort you somewhere where you would like to go; about the silence of timelessness. But I never heard them say that time does not exist or that There is nowhere to be. They may be fond of saying Ashes, ashes, but does their vanitas talk match up to this?

Is the fate of poor body ordained? Can't be. God is not an ordainer. Mind made him that, but mind's surmise can hardly alter Reality. Whatever is or appears to be is chosen. Slowly, slowly, Emilia, cara, I begin to understand that I have never been subjected to anything. I am free. I choose. And I chose to experiment with a mind that loves its feeble knowing and abhors what it calls the unknown. It's a game.

I emphasized the word "like" in one of the qotations above. That's the big one. We like what we are doing, we even like the delusion of being sentenced or pushed around. In truth, we are the One who created creation and saw it was good. You see, it is really very simple: We either are free as God says or God is a windbag. Once you know what you prefer, you will simply go there and not look back.

everything or nothing at all

I have known good priests, jesuits especially and dominicans too, not countryside's curates. But I "like" hyperboles.
Yes, the choice is simple, either we are free to determine our destiny in every aspect ( "fate of poor body" included), or God is a "windbag". Either I am God or I am not, either I am unbounded or I am not. No conditions to freedom allowed or it will not be freedom any more. But what is the value of being "god unbounded" without knowing it? At present I don't even know I "like" what I am doing, maybe or maybe not.
I "simply" ask to ride my life ( and death is an aspect of life). I can't accept explanations or reassurances of any kind. If I am God I am entitled to know or I am not.

That's the point. Where does

That's the point. Where does the entitlement come from? And who can withhold it? Who explains, who reassures, who accepts or doesn't, who is the perpetrator of "not knowing", who the victim? I begin loving my own victim consciousness. Such a nice toy. And so enlightening.

who

It is a game between Me and me, I suppose you suggest.

Me and me

As far as making sense is concerned, yes. Making sense can be a great first step, but I believe reality is even more wondrous. It is the unknown. We call it love which is a very good name, but really no name reaches there. That's what I love about it, it can't be pocketed. It's free.

ON EARTH OR ON THE STARS

Dearest MAESTRO, GOD, THE CREATOR OF STARS, THE SUN THE MOON AND ALL
THAT IS,

THIS HAS DEFINITELY GOT TO BE THE SWEETEST LETTER FROM YOU THAT YOU
HAVE EVER WRITTEN !! IT SIMPLY DELIGHTS AND UPLIFTS AND WARMS AND CHARMS!

WOW, I'LL LOOK FORWARD TO THIS SCENERY CHANGE WITH "VIGAH" THANK YOU!!!

This is

This is wonderful!
Especially since we've just "lost" a friend to the Lighter side..
I will send it to his family.. It will be a comfort for them.
And, where are you(s)?
You started to leave your phone number on my message machine but you had forgotten it. THAT was the best..
Love you lots! Tlot (and Bubbah)

Gloria knows that I know all about this!

My darling of 64 years heard: "Come Home Sweetheart: Your Dinner's ready" and with a gentle, quiet, joyful voice she said: "Ok, Honey, get in bed and cuddle me NOW." With deeper emotions than words can express I jumped in bed fully dressed, took her frail, darling body in my arms and as I sang softly to her she awakened in That Other land. Now she was free to another kind of Life's ebb and flow of the New Song being sung by her Other Lover, the One she knew so well in our other always Life. We both have been in love with That Lover.

George

You have told this before,

You have told this before, George, but this time I get a clear sense of what it's like. Almost nothing left of you. Almost all God.

You make me remember I know moments of this kind.

How fortunate your

How fortunate your sweetheart was to be loved by you and God.

love life

dear God heavenley father,
thank you of all your messeges,
about deat you help as to understan
that day we live aout our body,
am injoy my life aslong am breath,
love life and bless all pressent you give to as