The King Who Crowned Himself

God said:

I crown you with My love. So I can crown you with My love is the reason why you bow your head. Of course, in Reality, no matter how tall you might be, I can reach.

So, if you are inclined to bow down to Me, realize that you are bowing down to your Self, that which you might call your Higher Self. The expression Higher Self seems to pall next to the word God or whatever I am called in your language. Of course, I am beyond language, and so are you. Language, as beautiful and as wonderful as it is, cannot say enough. Words just cannot express Oneness enough, fully enough, marvelously enough. Nor can a gasp express the depth and height of Love in a Universe of Love.

What We are worth to the seeming Each Other is beyond description. It is near and far. What We are to Each Other is emblazoned in the Sun, and it is reflected in the Moon. Of course, when you come down to it, We cast no shadow. There is no shadow to fall on Our Light.

I pick you up in My arms of love, and We abscond to where Light is and nothing else but Light is. And that’s where We are. Love is Our Territory. Love is Our Being. In Love We Are.

Despite your little fits of temper on Earth, you, that which you call you, are I. We, the illusion of you and the Reality of Love, are mingled. I, God as you say, know My Greatness. You do not yet know yours.

Let’s have it out. You are an incredible Being Who hides under a mask of his own making. You transfer roles. You transferred your Heritage to Me. I am a projection of you – or, are you a projection of Me? It does get confusing, talking about Our Oneness in terms of two.

Why is the word I capitalized? There is One I, and yet a fringe of the One I babbles on the periphery.

Well, don’t worry about it. It’s all for a good cause. But know that I am the Godhead, and you reign supreme with Me, only you blink such supreme Vastness away. Yes, you do have a veil over your eyes.

I would like to do away with the word you, yet, at this time, the self-imagined you seems to still need it.

It is like one of those plots where the King’s child is kidnapped and grows up thinking he is a pauper. He was proclaimed the King, but the child doesn’t remember. When the heir to the throne is found and declared His Majesty before all once again, he cannot believe it. It is like a fairy tale.

In truth, it is the Prince’s life away from his Princedom that is the fairy tale. The Truth is a singular story without a plot. Once upon a time, there was a King, and there is no more to say. That is the whole story. A King came into Being. Many seeming Kings came into Being. There was no other, and yet stories were told, and a Kingdom called Earth was constructed, and there became roads and journeys and such matters as history, and it was all a Tale Told.

There were so many versions of the tale, you can hardly believe. Yet no tale proclaimed the Vastness in which the tale was told.

Scheherazade told stories every night, and the stories were circulated and never finished and not one of the stories was real. The characters in the stories thought they were real, yet the characters were made up as the stories were made up when all the while there was the King, and the King was all.

Finally, the commoners woke up, and everyone became the King Who Crowned Himself.

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The Crowning of the King

Gloria, this heavenletter takes me back to the 1950s when I read "The Prince and the Pauper" sitting on the floor in my brothers' bedroom. It brought up a yearning to be better, to rise up from being a pauper to being a prince. May I say how poetic are the turn of phrases are in this letter: "What We are is emblazoned in the Sun and reflected in the Moon."

Thank you God

Well God you tell us how great we are and seeing you tell the truth I am slowly starting to feel the way you keep telling us. And you know what Dear God "I like it". only slowly though I can still get annoyed at times. Then you tell me "stop Jack" and I see the futility of the situation. So yes I am making progress, sorry it took so long Dear God, but with your help I will get there. Love and more Love to all . Jack

So I can crown you with My

So I can crown you with My love is the reason why you bow your head.

What a view - if I bow my head humbly to the wonders around me, it is because God crown me with His Love! Isn't this great? I love it and Keep it in my heart of God.

So beautiful, dear Uta!

So beautiful, dear Uta!

"You are an incredible Being Who hides under a mask of his own..

The word I didn't have room for was "making". You never see the mask you are wearing but God would love to show you who you really are. Listen to HIM tell you about it in a story: "It is like one of those plots where the King’s child is kidnapped and grows up thinking he is a pauper. He was proclaimed the King, but the child doesn’t remember. When the heir to the throne is found and declared His Majesty before all once again, he cannot believe it. It is like a fairy tale." Open your inner eyes to see you ony dreamed you were a pauper.

George

A personal slant

You know, George, I completely agree that we are just dreaming of being paupers. God told me once in a very intimate conversation: "If you could see yourself for just a fleeting moment as I see you, you would be in ecstasy for a long time. And you would probably not be able to get much done."

I think He was pulling my leg; He does want us to see the truth.

This is the Truth of human

This is the Truth of human beings told in the simplest and yet most poetic manner I ever read or heard. I thought Heavenletters couldn't get any better, but they are getting better and better, or, as God would say, there is no better in Reality, but they are revealing ever more clearly the Truth of us. Maybe just because we are more ready to receive it.
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Never think that you are I. Know that I am you. /HEAVEN #515)

yes that is so true Paula

yes that is so true Paula and something more:
What a Being I created when I created you! And yet, of course, I never created anything but Myself. We can't even say I created, for all I did was flow. You flowed from Me, and now I flow from you. HL 925
Love to all