Toss Stars to the World

Heavenletter #3670 Published on: December 12, 2010
God said:

Come, lift up your eyes to Mine. Be My equal. Be what you already are. You are not to hide behind closed doors. Your heart is not to hide. A hiding heart is a weak heart. Be strong-hearted and come out of the cupboard. Your heart is to be seen and felt and known. Your heart is the rallying heart of the world. Make your heart be the sounding call of the world. Let your heart be the leader of love in the world that you live in.

I am not telling you what you can be. I am telling you what you are. Be that which you are. To thine own self, be true. Enough tiptoeing. Now is time for giant steps. Now is time for you to leap forward and set the pace of the world. No more baby steps. Now you stride across the Universe and make the Universe reveal itself in its true colors. Make the world wonderful. Make it clear that the world is wonderful. The world has been waiting for you to reveal itself in all its splendor. You do this by revealing yourself in all your splendor. Enough of your peeves. Enough of your dissatisfaction. Enough of your introspection and how you rank your evolution. Enough about focus on yourself. To find yourself, you lose yourself.

You are a servant, as I am a servant. You are to serve. It is humbling to serve, and yet it is high. In serving, you forget yourself. In service, you become the world that looks for the comfort and ease of everyone on its soil, and that is everyone on Earth. Everyone has the right to be here on Earth, and everyone has the right, even the responsibility, to shine My light. Certainly, as you shine My light on others in the world, you are lighted.

I am seeking to light your light now. Enough sitting in an easy chair. Let your heart rise up and ease the people in the world. Give them a comfortable place to sit.

I already gave you a beautiful world, and now I ask you to shine its windows so that all can see what I see. If you want to see, clean the windows. You cannot clean windows just for yourself. You have no ownership of clean windows or the sunlight, and now you are a distributor of light to the world. First to your corner of the world, and from your corner of the world, the light circulates itself further and further. Start where you are. Start.

If you live in a darkened room, open up the drapes. Let the sunshine in. Consciously send light everywhere. Open up the windows, and let the fresh air fill the interstices of the world.

When you love yourself, you can do nothing but give your love away. You come to grips with the fact that the only thing you have is love, and that love is all that you have to give. Love is indeed all. Even a snippet of love is love. If you have to get your feet wet, get them wet with a snippet of all the love I have bequeathed to you. Toss out your love the way you would toss stars to the world. You would toss them across the firmament. You would kiss each star and throw it as far across the world as you could. You would develop the muscles of your arm, and you would toss stars farther and farther, further and further, farther than the eye can see. You don’t have to see. You have to toss.

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Come, lift up your eyes to

On December 12th, 2010 Berit says:

Come, lift up your eyes to Mine. Be My equal. Be what you already are.
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Now is time for you to leap forward and set the pace of the world.
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Now you stride across the Universe and make the Universe reveal itself in its true colors.
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When you love yourself, you can do nothing but give your love away.

Now is the time, not later, not tomorrow. Now and only now is the time, God cannot be delayed and neither can the recognition of who we are, it has to be now.

much love
Berit

LOVE

On December 12th, 2010 Jack (not verified) says:

Hi Berit, You done it again, you wise Lady. I always look for your comments, Yes NOW is so appropiate. Love you Jack

Jochen, You get a lot pleasure out of servicing, I was a ships Captain before retirement. sevice then was to look after the safety of passengers and crew. Now I volunteer at the local visitors centre and am of service to the tourists and council. Believe me service is quite rewarding. I am sure that you, in whatever job, do a tremendous service. Try never to make you feel less then you are. You give a lot of love and wisdom here and that is a beautiful service. Love to all Jack

Jack

On December 13th, 2010 Jochen (not verified) says:

Jack, as always, your words are full of life, and that's the only important thing for me. Your words are also wise which is nice but secondary.

It's only the word I don't like, dear one, only the concept.

Indeed, dear Berit, we, as

On December 13th, 2010 Normand Bo... says:

Indeed, dear Berit, we, as egos, live on borrowed time and ego's days are numbered. How could it be otherwise? That must be the meaning of the Last Judgement because we borrow time only from our eternity. We have to choose between illusions and Reality. And what's the price of maintaining our illusions?

cleaning windows

On December 12th, 2010 Jochen (not verified) says:

This I like:

Enough of your introspection and how you rank your evolution.

This I don't like:

You are a servant, as I am a servant. You are to serve. It is humbling to serve, and yet it is high. In serving, you forget yourself.

Does it matter?

And here is something I love because it's so beautiful in its obviousness:

If you want to see, clean the windows. You cannot clean windows just for yourself.
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When you love yourself, you can do nothing but give your love away.

Both knowingly, and

On December 12th, 2010 Margaret42 (not verified) says:

Both knowingly, and unknowingly, we withhold our love. Loose the bindings on love and let it flow as it will. Be aware of the "other". Come upon them with the flower of good will open in your heart. Give your smiling attention when you greet the stranger. Welcome them, and wait for the return response.

These are things I have often forgotten to do, in the rush of daily chores.

Margaret, I don't know why

On December 13th, 2010 Jochen (not verified) says:

Margaret, I don't know why it is your comment that makes me wonder so. I'm not asking you allone, I'm asking everybody: Since loving feels so infinitely better than not loving, what is it that makes us withhold? Right now, it looks so glaringly absurd to me – like preferring to eat a moldy old cardboard box when you can have that delicious risotto. Can't just be forgetfulness or some spite or risottophobia.

withholding hands

On December 13th, 2010 Emilia says:

Risotto smells good, but poison has no smell. A lack of trust in its deliciousness, besides the plate is hot ( God is a master chef ). We prefer to die starving than heartbroken.

I wish I understood what you

On December 13th, 2010 Jochen (not verified) says:

I wish I understood what you are saying. Is there another way of putting it?

the hot plate of love

On December 13th, 2010 Emilia says:

When I put it another way I usually end by not understanding myself.
The search for love brings pain with it, open hearts have scars, you can slowly die for a broken dream. Many choose to wilt, to dim, to starve, but not take that risk ( to taste the risotto and find the deliciousness).

"You have done well in the contest of madness
you were brave in that holy war,
you have all the honorable wounds
of one who has tried to find love
where the Beautiful Bird
does not drink"
Hafiz.

No no, this is much more

On December 13th, 2010 Jochen (not verified) says:

No no, this is much more accessible (thanks to Hafiz?).

Yes, love can be painful. And searching for love is painful by nature.

But when it becomes apparent that being without love is the most painful thing at all, why don't we simply call off the search and the withholding project? I'll leave the Beautiful Bird aside for now, not believing in worthy and unworthy objects of love any more (if you know how to take this bold assertion with a grain of salt). The real contest of madness is in withholding, not in searching in the wrong place. Pain is in withholding, not in love nor even in disappointed love. The risk is in not eating, not in the risotto. We are still loking for safe ways to love, for safe ways to taste the risotto. Perhaps it's time to admit that safer love isn't working.

Perhaps there is no real poison. Perhaps poison is an excuse, one among thousands (I have several hundred in my own collection). I really do understand the reluctance to love, I sympathize with all the false reasons advanced – and with the tendency to use them as long as we can. But what if you find out that not loving is by far the worst thing in existence, worse than every kind of poison, every kind of pain and every kind of death?

But with all that said, I have no answer to my own question.

"safer love isn't working"

On December 13th, 2010 Emilia says:

"But when it becomes apparent that being without love is the most painful thing at all, why don't we...", still -clearly unapparent- for the majority;
"But what if we find out that non loving is by far the worst thing in existance...", then we surrender to love and its ways. We will all come to see, each in due time, that the real risk is in "not eating".

Love has no object, neither worthy nor unworthy, that's why the Beautiful Bird is not here. What is here is a distorted reflexion...a plucked chicken. But to search in the wrong place is honorable.

– unapparent – Could be.

On December 14th, 2010 Jochen (not verified) says:

– unapparent –
Could be. But not here, not with you.

– honorable –
It's about things working and things not working. If love really had no object, the Beautiful Bird would be everywhere. Where else? Until it is, plucked chicken are seen.

Who is the "you" this letter refers to?

On December 13th, 2010 Chuck Gebh... says:

Is the “you” used here in this letter singular or plural? If you read it as singular, like it is talking just to the individual you that is reading this now, it might be a bit of a puzzle. Not that this is a wrong way to read it, but it is not as easy to get the point this way.

If the “you” is all of us, the message is a bit different. It probably is directed to all of us, in the ultimate sense of all of mankind, but in this moment it is clearly addressing the people who read Heavenletters, and who can entertain and apply their messages. That would be me and you. When looked at in this way, this letter contains a clear statement of the purpose of all the Heavenletters: “I am seeking to light your light now.” The reading of the letters is to light our light.

Looking at this letter, in this way, also reminds us of the main difficulty we face with this mission. We have a lot of dirt on our windows to clean off before we can succeed. Heavenletters work like windshield wiper blades.
It sounds like the most important dirt on our window is our lack of self-love. Is this a crucial key? It seems like it is. Not just to feel good or even to feel good about ourselves. The key is not in the seeing, it is in the tossing. “You don’t have to see. You have to toss.” It is vitally important that we expand our awareness, but the real point is to be able to use our re-awakened awareness to accomplish things that matter.

How wonderful are all the

On December 13th, 2010 Gloria Wen... says:

How wonderful are all the comments here. I am thinking that the significance of this forum is huge because of the hearts and souls and consciousness and love of Truth of the people who post here. For me, you (singular and plural) open up all the petals of a beautiful flower from God that we call Heavenletters. And what a bouquet you put together.

Many languages have a singular you and a plural you. And every translator has to make a decision as to which form to use. God bless them.

I do know that each and every Heavenletter is specifically for me. I also know that each one is also for just about everyone else!

Loving you,

Gloria

What a good point you've

On December 13th, 2010 Oldooz says:

What a good point you've made here.

I've thought about it for a long time. Most of the time I use plural you, but sometimes when I feel that God wants to irresistibly give His Love, or to stronly surround His child, then I bravely turn it into singular you… and I love it. I love to receive that Love, to be enveloped by His Presence. :)