The Heavenletter before this was about your sometimes desire to change the past into a new life, a life that you would not want to resist or rewrite, a thoroughly ideal life that you could eagerly partake in as you might a beloved book of fairy tales. You would keep turning the pages over and over and reading your story again and again for the happiness it gives. So you may have desired.
Happy life and happy children, or unhappy life and unhappy children and all the degrees that could be contained - the prescription is the same:
Stay in Infinity. Stay with Me right now, this very moment, for We exist in Infinity.
The future does not exist. The future doesn’t arrive in a minute. There is no future in Infinity. There is no past. All of Infinity is wrapped up in this very moment, but, of course, in Infinity nothing is wrapped up. Nevertheless, Infinity is instantaneous.
We could think of Infinity as a string that is automatically pulled, yet Infinity isn’t exactly a pulling of a thread as if all of life would appear in a horizontal line, for in Infinity, there is no before or after, no sequence. There is Fullness. Infinity is more like All at Once. You can’t really pick up where you left off in Infinity. In fact, there is no leaving off. There is only sailing or floating as if on a sea of silk.
It is not a mere theory that you live only in Infinity. You are alive in the present, and that’s it. There is nothing else to live in but Infinity regardless of your imagination. Here today and gone tomorrow. Even as you are an observer observing Infinity, still, there is only Infinity.
How can that be?
If Infinity were a train, you are riding on it. In fact, you can’t get off Infinity. You can try to run away from Infinity. You can try to replace Infinity with a minute ago or a minute from now as perceived on Earth. Try as you may, you are nowhere but in Infinity. Infinity does not have even one demarcation.
You can try to make the past alive and encourage your plans for the future to be real, yet Infinity is a field that you are always in regardless of how many decoys you may plant. Infinity is not exactly a moving field, you understand. Infinity encompasses everything, and it is vibrantly alive.
You can try to run backward. You can try to run forward, yet there are no directions in Infinity. All is contained in Infinity, yet Infinity is bigger than specificity. In Infinity, you can’t run backward or forward. There are not directions, and you can’t be blocked in any non-existent direction either.
Infinity does not run away with you or from you or over your head or beneath your feet.
Infinity is full. It is full of Oneness. Infinity is like transcending as you float on the sea looking up at a beautiful blue sky. All is contained in Infinity, yet nothing is separate in Infinity. Nothing. You have never not been in Infinity, only you never really noticed Infinity. You cannot extract Infinity. There is no space or size in Infinity, yet all rest in and fit within. You do know, however, the surge of Infinity in your heart. It is exquisite.
There is nothing to compare Infinity too. There could be a soupçon of Infinity in reclining in a sailboat in still waters on a day when no wind blows and you look up at the sky, yet you cannot extract Infinity.
All the while, you, yourself, are Infinity. There is no long and the short of it. I am Infinity, and so are you.