Sighting Infinity

God said:

This morning I hear your words walking in. I hear you say:

"God, when I enter Your Presence, then I feel You most clearly. It is like you envelop my heart from the inside. You open the curtains of my heart. You hug me from the inside. You spread a balm on me. You open my wings. I crave Your Words. You stir me and calm me.

"There are moments, God, when time does stand still, when time does not exist, and there is peace, and You give it to me. Still, I crave more of You. I want to walk into You and disappear. I am tired of myself and my childish ways.

"God, you take age away. With you, age does not exist. I am neither young nor old. Along with this comes a kind of State of Non-Existence. It is not that I have gone somewhere. It feels more like I never was. It is more a question of What was I ever, and Where am I? Do I or do I not exist?

"I feel like an observer of myself and My Self.

"There used to be sayings around that were to make children behave. They read like this: 'I am a watchbird watching you.'

"God, I am this watchbird watching my seeming self with cool objectivity. At the same time, I am not really here at all. I dwindle.

"All my emotion doesn't exist. I always thought that my emotion was who I am. Right now I do not know that I am or I am not. It is as if I exist, yet I do not.

"The other day, when I sat down with You, a part within me started to walk in and take over. You kept still. You were here with me, and yet I was listening to myself pour out words I did not know I had. You would say that it's all good, yet I would rather sit before You and hear Your Voice and Your Words than my wilting thoughts.

"I would be perfectly happy simply to hear You speak. I am tired of my inner dialog. Let me be done with all this interest in myself, in this nonentity called me. Dissolve my individuality. Free me from the past that You tell us does not exist and, yet, which I have spent my life on. Thank You, God. Now may I hear You speak."

Here is what I say to you, My Wandering and Wondering Beloved Children. You wander in the dusk, and you wander in the dust left from bygone years in Earth time. You are beginning to sight Infinity.

Time doesn't do it for you any more. Time presses you, yet time is not so pressing. It is not Life you want to be done with. It is time and its alternate reality of space that you want to be done with. You are more than a carrier pigeon who carries the news that may be no more than gossip in one form or another.

You are ripe for the real goods. You no longer want to pass the time away. You have had enough of ticking time.

You want to know the beat of My Heart that is timeless, as you are timeless.

You think there is somewhere to get to when you are already here with Me. You are waking up to what has always been. You thought you were a wanderer of some kind when you are the Very Heart of Existence.

You spot Me, and you say: "Long time no see."

This is your intellect speaking. There is no research that has to be done to discover your Ever-Presence with Me. You have had misadventures in your mind. You got caught up in an Earth story. You have never been anywhere else but with Me. I have never been anywhere but with you. When I say We are One, I mean that Oneness exists and not all this multiplicity. Multiplicity has been a tangent. It has been no more than a walk around the block.

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Time is an Illusion


I said:

Free me from the past that You tell us does not exist and, yet, which I have spent my life on.

Thank You, God. Now may I hear You speak?


God said:

Announce or denounce the past all you like, but, still, the past is no longer valid, not that it ever really was.

All your memories of the past are like letters kept in a drawer. Letters are only letters. They are not the real thing.

The past is out of date, beloveds, and you have life now.

Even from a relative point of view, the past no longer exists. The calendar has a box for another day. Your wrist watch gives a new date. You could turn your calendar back to last month or your wrist watch back to yesterday, but it is useless. Time is useless, beloveds, except for the boundaries it makes.

Time doesn't do it for you any more. Time presses you, yet time is not so pressing. It is not Life you want to be done with. It is time and its alternate reality of space that you want to be done with.

You no longer want to pass the time away. You have had enough of ticking time.


You want to know the beat of My Heart that is timeless, as you are timeless.


Time is an illusion. It is time for you to forfeit it.


(excerpts from Heavenletter #1796)

http://heavenletters.org/the-past-is-out-of-date.html

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The Timeless Beat of God's Heart

"God, when I enter Your Presence, then I feel You most clearly. It is like you envelop my heart from the inside. You open the curtains of my heart. You hug me from the inside. You spread a balm on me. You open my wings. I crave Your Words. You stir me and calm me.

"The other day, when I sat down with You, a part within me started to walk in and take over. You kept still. You were here with me, and yet I was listening to myself pour out words I did not know I had. You would say that it's all good, yet I would rather sit before You and hear Your Voice and Your Words than my wilting thoughts.

"I would be perfectly happy simply to hear You speak. I am tired of my inner dialog. Let me be done with all this interest in myself, in this nonentity called me. Dissolve my individuality. Free me from the past that You tell us does not exist and, yet, which I have spent my life on. Thank You, God. Now may I hear You speak."


Here is what I say to you, My Wandering and Wondering Beloved Children. You wander in the dusk, and you wander in the dust left from bygone years in Earth time. You are beginning to sight Infinity.

Time doesn't do it for you any more. Time presses you, yet time is not so pressing. It is not Life you want to be done with. It is time and its alternate reality of space that you want to be done with.


Announce or denounce the past all you like, but, still, the past is no longer valid, not that it ever really was.

All your memories of the past are like letters kept in a drawer. Letters are only letters. They are not the real thing.

The past is out of date, beloveds, and you have life now.

Even from a relative point of view, the past no longer exists. The calendar has a box for another day. Your wrist watch gives a new date. You could turn your calendar back to last month or your wrist watch back to yesterday, but it is useless. Time is useless, beloveds, except for the boundaries it makes.


You no longer want to pass the time away. You have had enough of ticking time.

You want to know the beat of My Heart that is timeless, as you are timeless.


Time is an illusion. It is time for you to forfeit it.

Consider it a dandelion puff, and blow it away. Your harbored thoughts are like the dandelions gone to seed. Do not resurrect your old thoughts. A new dandelion will grow next season. That’s fine. But old thoughts brood.

Forget your old thoughts. No longer dredge them up. Remember, even the ones you had a minute ago are old thoughts now.


(Excerpts from Heavenletter #1796)

http://heavenletters.org/the-past-is-out-of-date.html

Dear Adam, as I see it, keep

Dear Adam, as I see it, keep everything. Please don't be so quick to edit something out. Never mind about the critic now. Let the critic go to sleep! Don't look for perfection. Put together with joy. You may be too hard on yourself. Now is the time to add. Say Yes!

By the way, I love your illustrations.

Dear Gloria, Thank you for

Dear Gloria, Thank you for your kind words. I'm happy with it now, but it felt incomplete before. It felt like I closed it too soon and with emphasis in the wrong place no doubt .

Dear Gloria, Thank you for

Dear Gloria, Thank you for your kind words of encouragement. I'm happy with it now, but it felt incomplete before. It felt like I closed it too soon and with emphasis in the wrong place no doubt .

Gloria, thank you, thank you

Gloria, thank you, thank you for today's and every day's Heavenletter!
and thank you very much for allowing me to co-create with you!!

I'm sorry I've been having difficulty keeping up with your questions. I think it's mainly because I'm not sure how to answer them, and I like to be as precise as I can with my words. Btw, like you, I recently lost one of the more lengthy responses I've written.

My apologies also to you and the tech angels especially for editing my posts so many times!

It's not easy trying to take two beautiful works of art and combine them together to (co-)create a well-balanced smaller work, at least, it's not always easy for me yet. I like to play with the visual elements a bit too I'm sure you've noticed.

I'm sure l will get better with practice and not make edits so often. :-)

Dear Adam, God says you are

Dear Adam, God says you are perfect. Do you quibble with God!

I certainly try not to!

I might have to read about it later if I do. haha :-D

By combine, you mean putting

By combine, you mean putting them side-by-side, yes?

I started to think, and now I'm reminded, in case I never mentioned it, you can have any number of related Heavenletter are you feel to. From being an English major and teaching English, as in decorating and feng shui, my understanding is that odd numbers work best. This isn't a law, dear Adam. But 3, 5, 7 etc. are often more powerful than 2, 4, 6.

As for this perfectionism, you speak of, this seems to hold most of us back. Forget about it. It takes too much time. It's the critic. A critic doesn't put together --he takes apart!

Yes, I mean putting quotes

Yes, I mean putting quotes from two (or more) Heavenletters side-by-side that I think support eachother well. And I'm very excited to try out your suggestion of quoting an odd number of letters!

Now may I hear You speak.

God, when I enter Your Presence, then I feel You most clearly. It is like you envelop my heart from the inside. You open the curtains of my heart. You hug me from the inside. You spread a balm on me. You open my wings. I crave Your Words. You stir me and calm me.

There are moments, God, when time does stand still, when time does not exist, and there is peace, and You give it to me. Still, I crave more of You. I want to walk into You and disappear. I am tired of myself and my childish ways.

God, you take age away. With you, age does not exist. I am neither young nor old. Along with this comes a kind of State of Non-Existence. It is not that I have gone somewhere. It feels more like I never was. It is more a question of What was I ever, and Where am I? Do I or do I not exist?

I feel like an observer of myself and My Self.

There used to be sayings around that were to make children behave. They read like this: 'I am a watchbird watching you.'

God, I am this watchbird watching my seeming self with cool objectivity. At the same time, I am not really here at all. I dwindle.

All my emotion doesn't exist. I always thought that my emotion was who I am. Right now I do not know that I am or I am not. It is as if I exist, yet I do not.

The other day, when I sat down with You, a part within me started to walk in and take over. You kept still. You were here with me, and yet I was listening to myself pour out words I did not know I had. You would say that it's all good, yet I would rather sit before You and hear Your Voice and Your Words than my wilting thoughts.

I would be perfectly happy simply to hear You speak. I am tired of my inner dialog. Let me be done with all this interest in myself, in this nonentity called me. Dissolve my individuality. Free me from the past that You tell us does not exist and, yet, which I have spent my life on. Thank You, God. Now may I hear You speak.

Now may I hear You speak.

God, when I enter Your Presence, then I feel You most clearly. It is like you envelop my heart from the inside. You open the curtains of my heart. You hug me from the inside. You spread a balm on me. You open my wings. I crave Your Words. You stir me and calm me.

There are moments, God, when time does stand still, when time does not exist, and there is peace, and You give it to me. Still, I crave more of You. I want to walk into You and disappear. I am tired of myself and my childish ways.

God, you take age away. With you, age does not exist. I am neither young nor old. Along with this comes a kind of State of Non-Existence. It is not that I have gone somewhere. It feels more like I never was. It is more a question of What was I ever, and Where am I? Do I or do I not exist?

I feel like an observer of myself and My Self.

There used to be sayings around that were to make children behave. They read like this: 'I am a watchbird watching you.'

God, I am this watchbird watching my seeming self with cool objectivity. At the same time, I am not really here at all. I dwindle.

All my emotion doesn't exist. I always thought that my emotion was who I am. Right now I do not know that I am or I am not. It is as if I exist, yet I do not.

The other day, when I sat down with You, a part within me started to walk in and take over. You kept still. You were here with me, and yet I was listening to myself pour out words I did not know I had. You would say that it's all good, yet I would rather sit before You and hear Your Voice and Your Words than my wilting thoughts.

I would be perfectly happy simply to hear You speak. I am tired of my inner dialog. Let me be done with all this interest in myself, in this nonentity called me. Dissolve my individuality. Free me from the past that You tell us does not exist and, yet, which I have spent my life on. Thank You, God. Now may I hear You speak.