When you read a Heavenletter or receive other news from Me, it is like I gently lift you up and hold you high. And when you have finished, gently you are put down and returned to Earth, and yet, you are a little taller. Something of your Heavenward journey stays with you.
It is not that you keep photographs of it, although you may. The Heaven air has touched you. You have breathed it in. It has wafted through you and become part of you, in your cells, We might say.
Now, here's the tricky part. You are full of Heaven already. So our journey can't really rub off. Our journey is more like Our rubbing a sweet-smelling herb between your two palms. You already had this herb in your pocket, but now you take it out and move it around and stir it against itself in your palms. This releases its scent. This common herb, mistakenly held as rare, was yours all the time, and now it is reactivated. Hobnobbing with Me reactivated it.
A specialness of experience has happened to you. The experience is that you are lifted out of the mud of your thoughts. Your mind is cleansed and dried off for a moment in the Sun, and after that, no matter where you find yourself, you will remember something of the experience of being lifted up by God, embraced, patted, and sent on your way.
And if you do not remember, you will have the remembrance that there was something you forgot. You can't quite think of it this moment, but you know it will come back to you, whatever it is that you forgot and can't quite remember.
You are the sleeping beauty. You are the dozing beauty. What else can you be?
How much the innocent apple is blamed for forgetfulness. Adam and Eve and Sleeping Beauty are one and the same. And you are the replay of the theme. Or perhaps you prefer to be Cinderella who didn't wake up so much as to be recognized. Be your own Fairy Godmother. The wand is your awareness.
In any case, a state of grace awaits you. A reprieve? Much more than a reprieve. A permanent entering. You will enter this state of grace so much that there will be nothing else. It will never leave you, nor has it. But now you will carry it with you in your awareness and you will never forget.
You have been in a garden, and you have smelled a rose, and you have walked in the midst of scented petals, and that is all you know. The scent never leaves you. You become the petal.
Are you not a petal of Heaven's flower?
All flowers grow to Heaven.
And so do you.
The attraction is too great.
I am attracting you right now.
I dash in front of you so you will notice.
I drop things in front of you so you will stop a moment to see what has befallen you. What I drop will help you rise. Bend down, and then you look up. Stumble, if you must, and then look up.
You have been looking down. Enough of that. You have had enough looking where you've been. Look where you are rising to.
Your mouth is watering. You lick your chops. You pant in anticipation. Just a little further, and you will spot the oasis. The mirage isn't that it appears to be there. It is there. The mirage is thinking it's not there. It was and is there all the time. But you were looking askance. You were looking anywhere but at the full light of Heaven. Looking anywhere else is askance. Elsewhere is askance.
You carry a view of Heaven within you. It is a precious locket. Open that locket. You forgot you were wearing it. The locket is meant to be opened. And only you can open the locket so near your heart.