Wave After Wave of Love

God said:

Even a little bit of sun is sun. Even a little bit of joy is joy. You are fortunate to be awake this morning. It is good fortune to be alive. Have you sometimes forgotten that? Awake! Arise! Pull up the blinds. A new day is dawning, and you are alive in it. If you are alive, you are meant to be alive. Be glad for life. And when the time comes, be glad for death. Life of the body, death of the body, each in its own time. But life itself is beyond the limits of time and of space, for life itself is beautifully eternal. There is no interruption to life.

Life strolls down 5th Avenue. Life is an Easter Parade. Later on the body gets off the trolley. The life of the party continues with Me. We stroll through the street-less Heaven, yet Heaven has its walking lanes, or We can say flying lanes, so engaging, so expanding, so limitless is Heaven. Even in life, you and I are walking through the hills and dales of Heaven. It is so natural.

Your body does not have to die in order for you to know Heaven. Heaven is an intimate part of you right now. It is the most intimate part of you, the Heaven part where you do somersaults, for you are as light as air, and you alight in Heaven and you kick off from Heaven. From Heaven you start. From Heaven, every day you start. And every day you do not leave. You are integral to Heaven. It ever was so.

On Earth, you are not so sure what you are doing here. In Heaven, you know what you are doing and why and when and all the ins and outs. It is a breeze, life in Heaven. Regardless of the clamor on Earth and your participation in it, you are nonetheless in Heaven and sure of yourself.

Your jaunt on Earth is a sideline. It is in parentheses. The mainstream of your life is in Heaven. You ride on the Milky Way, as it were, more than you do on the bus. Heaven is the real Grand Central Station. Heaven is truly where the action is, or non-action is. On Earth, you drift off to sleep. You doze and dream a dream of what is called real life.

Ah, but We know where Real Life is and what takes place which does not really take place nor does it take time. We are in a timeless placeless place. We are immersed in a heart of gold. We fly, We swim, and yet We are anchored in Heaven. Heaven is not really a Vacation Home. It is Our True Home. The hearth is love, and in love We are, and in love We stay and never leave. Inundated with love, We fly, and We fly nowhere, and yet We soar everywhere. Love soars. There is nothing else.

We meander, yet there is no meandering. We never miss the target. We always hit the bull’s eye. It is natural. There is nothing to overcome, and so We succumb to all the love in Heaven. We build castles with all this vast love. We build the many mansions in Heaven. We are so in love that We don’t know where love begins and ends, and, of course, it neither begins nor ends, for love is a constant. We don’t even identify love because there is nothing to differentiate from it, and so We are wave after wave of love, love furling and unfurling itself a little bit like poetry or a windfall or blessed breeze which ushers itself to and fro.

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prayer

Dear God, hear my prayer to you. It is in silence you and I address each other. My heart is yours every minute, every hour, every day. Words simply shared are good. In the best of times silence speaks in volumes. Good night, Dear God.

a dream of what is called real life

Dear God, if earth life and heaven life are really together and intermingled, there ought to be all kinds of bleed-throughs. Well perhaps there are, and perhaps we are all the time trying to explain them away in terms of earth reality. Must look quite funny. That Your TV?

But more importantly, are You sure You have set my alarm clock? Would You mind checking?

Jochen, I love your comment!

Jochen, I love your comment! I wholly understand from where it comes, I feel the same! Overcoming the world from the inside out is no easy feat! Spending most of my life making situations count as learning experiences while viewing the world through dark and darker glasses teinted with depression. Trying to find a way out or through this while being a responsible citizen of earth has taken most of my life juices in the process. When or where does this search end?
Sometimes I wish the journey were over. I am tired of endlessly seeking the answer!

Johanne

Johanne,

Your comments over the years somehow stay with me, and I clearly remember that they vary widely – as do my comments. There are darker ones and lighter ones, somewhat disheartened ones and hopeful ones, enthusiastic ones. Let's be fair: Overall it is getting better, do you agree? We have sold ourselves short with all kinds of stuff we bravely tried to believe, but so what? We know that what Heavenletters say is real, is here, is this. There are some last veils, perhaps the most difficult ones. You are right, it's no easy feat. I trust that liefe juices will flow again once we finally manage to call off the search.

Perhaps, like me, you are simply sensitive to the approaching full moon and her sometimes challenging tug   ^_^

Jochen thinks we're on God's TV.

Jochen your GPS sure grabs His signal. Your words show the beauty of your focus!

George

to and fro

"You ride on the Milky Way, as it were, more than you do on the bus."
I do not recall, but if the Milky Way has the shape of a taxi cab, it may be.
This sentence strikes me. How is it that I am so familiar with this dream, that You call a doze, but rather is a deep coma and so alien from my "True Home"?
"On Earth, you are not so sure what you are doing here."
Yes, I agree, but of heaven I can't even think.

Emilia Angel, if you Milky

Emilia Angel,

if you Milky Way cab takes you to Milan .... let me hug you for real !!

much love
Berit

un rendez-vous

Be assured. Meeting place: third star on the right.
Kisses and chocolates for you...and a sightseeing in my cab.

Of course.... being a

Of course.... being a magical fairy ... third star on the right is perfect !
How I love the kissed AND CHOCOLATES !!!!
May endless golden stars flock on your beautyful heart dear.
Berit

Berit has to share Emilia with us.

AS she gets out of the "Cab" we'll both grab her.

George

Your body does not have to

Your body does not have to die in order for you to know Heaven. Heaven is an intimate part of you right now. It is the most intimate part of you, the Heaven part where you do somersaults, for you are as light as air, and you alight in Heaven and you kick off from Heaven. From Heaven you start. From Heaven, every day you start. And every day you do not leave. You are integral to Heaven. It ever was so.

Ever so beautiful !!

much much love
Berit

Heaven

I brliev Gods words and yes I am in heaven or at least Paradise. I am serounded by Love At the bridge Club Wher I am the only Man most days all women know my name and smile when I join there table I feel there genuine liking and can you imagine 30 women and the only men And the beauti is Mieke Is never jealous as all love her to. went to a health siminar and all smiled a beautiful experience Love will win all Lve you my friends Jack

defecoult to remember

dear God heavenley father,
this your masseges it's reley maen to os,
and am thankful you give me awak everymorning,
befor you sunlight com and my retual medetation,
thank so much you whith os evrymoment in our life,
yes God it's nice to be alive, thank your beauteful messeges,
thank God you comdown her in the earth whith Gloria,
to help os to remember who we are, it reley defecoult to
remember, I LOVE YOU GOD FOREVER

WAVE AFTER WAVE OF LOVE

Dearest MAESTRO OF LOVE,

As You know, I don't make a comment on all of YOUR HEAVEN LETTERS. Some I just enjoy and there's no commenting to make.

THIS HL is one that captivates, though. It's about that state of heart and mind called HEAVEN. WHAT A THRILL IT IS TO READ

THAT HEAVEN IS A TIMELESS PLACELESS PLACE. IT'S WHERE I DO SOMERSAULTS, BECAUSE YOU ARE WITH ME AND

EVERYTHING'S AS LIGHT AS AIR AND FULL OF JOY! AND I LOVE THE IDEA OF RIDING ALONG ON THE MILKY WAY MORE

THAN ON A BUS OR TRAIN OR AIRPLANE ON EARTH. I DON'T RIDE MUCH ON BUSES HERE EITHER, BUT TO RIDE THE

MILKY IS SO POETIC AND EXCITING!! AND OF COURSE IT''S TRUE I DO WONDER OFTEN WHY I AM HERE ON EARTH.

BUT I MUST HAVE SAID I WAS WILLING TO GIVE THIS PLACE A TRY, CLAMOROUS AS IT IS AND WITHOUT A GREAT DEAL

OF SOFTNESS, GENTLENESS OR PEACE. IT'S DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND THAT IN HEAVEN''S LOVE WE DO FLY, YET

THERE'S NO PLACE TO FLY TO, AND I ADORE THINKING THAT WE SIMPLY FLY ON WAVE AFTER WAVE OF LOVE

AS THOUGH SOMEHOW IT'S LIKE SAILING ON A BEAUTIFUL SAILBOAT IN THE CARIBBEAN SEA AND THERE ARE SUCH

SOFT TRADEWINDS TO EXPERIENCE AND WAVE AFTER WAVE OF THESE SOFT BREEZES JUST CARRY US ALONG

BECAUSE GOD'S LOVE PERMITS SUCH A WONDROUS ALICE IN WONDERLAND JOURNEY OR NON JOURNEY OF LOVE

DIVINE. YOUR WORDS ARE LIKE TENDER REMEMBRANCES AND WE ARE IN LOVE WITH THEM !!!

i want to share

helo every-one,
am writteng her agein, to share what am experince
to see of the sunlight of God this morning, it's very defenren
than the outher sunlight, it's like form the big door og light of God,
it's very down in the ground, i was runeng this morning to make
my energy when i set in the bench front of sunlight,
and then i say to my self if i go in that door light may be am des apaer
it onley my imagenetion this morning,,what am thought the door light,
and also am wonder for few menute atfter becom dark foght,
am stel tought of the sunlight of GOD,
love and light

dear Carmen, what an amazing

dear Carmen,

what an amazing experience you had ! you are God's light shining so beautifully and sweetly !
thanks for sharing this special encounter with God.

much love and big hugs to you dear !
Berit

thank sester

thank you sester Berit,
i wish you experince to and also the outher
of this purom what i see today is the real
am not dream and also am not i magention,
to see the sunlight of door of God,
yes rely a masing today,
a have woderful evning sester and brother,
and goodnight sleep weel,

Carmen makes love real!

Honey, the Song your words sing make the angels happy. Me too!

George

Gloria grabs the brass ring again! She tells us:

"Ah, but We know where Real Life is and what takes place which does not really take place nor does it take time. We are in a timeless placeless place. We are immersed in a heart of gold. We fly, We swim, and yet We are anchored in Heaven. Heaven is not really a Vacation Home. It is Our True Home. The hearth is love, and in love We are, and in love We stay and never leave. Inundated with love, We fly, and We fly nowhere, and yet We soar everywhere. Love soars. There is nothing else."

I double dog dare you to read this paragraph and not jump all the way to Pliadies and back. Walk there and keep from flying!

Now Gloria tells us to get off our fanny and walk where we are, with "eyes" open, head high and in the meshes of love's deepest ocean. This is a letter to remember. It's far out and beautiful. But the main thing is it's TRUE!

George

Now, George, none of this is

Now, George, none of this is from me, dear one. You can find from me on the blog. www.godwriting.org Very different, beloved.

Gloria the criminal spells all...

Even the mug shot of you and the postal clerk speak of heaven's water trough. You can't deny the stuff that's on your Heaven Letters. It all has to pass through the you of you so I pronounce you guilty of becoming a divine gully washer in God's rodeo of bronco flying. Like it or lump it, it has you all scattered over every page.

Say a prayer for my chemo sessions; they give me fits. I fall easily but they are shrinking the tumor and that's what I want. I suppose it's pay now or pay later. Now is good. Love is better.

George

Well, perhaps I can accept

Well, perhaps I can accept gully-washer!

George, I simply will not allow you to fall down any more.

You give us so much.

Loving you,

Gloria

Sweetest Gloria you don't have a choice about gully-washer!

I have commanded my body to stop falling. I have recently run out of skin for that kind of activity.

My body has replied: "dream on you clumsy oof, you're 80 darn five and if I choose to fall I'm sure gonna take you along for the giggles I get from your friends, Beside I get a lot of fun from the strokes you get talking about them falls. If you break a bone, you're gonna get it." Life's God's gift of getting up after a fall.

George

George dear, I integrate

George dear,

I integrate your chemo sessions with love sessions, endless and sweetest and softest love sessions.

I love you and I love that you are here now !

♥ ♥ ♥

Berit

Berit shouts: "you're it!"

How to say what it's like to be tagged by Berit in God's game of "gotcha!" Perhaps some day I'll have big enough words to say what your 3 hearts mean to me.

George

Ah, very different ?

Ah, very different ?

strange, I absolutely adore what you share and how you share it and see no difference
at all ♥

much love
Berit

if only

There is no interruption to life.

(if only we could completely accept this)

Your body does not have to die in order for you to know Heaven.

(if only we would really consider this)

On Earth, you are not so sure what you are doing here.

(if only we could truly realize this and be comforted)

We are wave after wave of love….

(if only we would constantly hold this in our awareness)

Not "if only" but only if.

Chuck it's hard to lose what's sewn into the lining of the fabric of our life. Our awareness can only function in the now. That's all we have ever been able to see. We can't not see what we do see, even if we would rather it be some other object.

Geirge

Chuck dear, I love you -

Chuck dear,

I love you - thank you !
Berit

I love you too

I love you too, Berit. You are most welcome. And thank you, George, for all your beautiful comments. This is such a lovely forum! It only gets better, thanks to all the lovely people involved that make it happen and the unabashed expressions of the heart.

Feeling incredibly lucky to be a part of this......Chuck

Chuck calls this a "forum". I Wonder what God would call it.

A forum is where people express opinions about stuff.

This should be called a "Life stuff quilt" where we don't express opinions.

We find ways to make love with Truth or perhaps we find ways to make love with the Eternal, or perhaps it is better said that we point at our heart and play "show and tell."

It seems to me that we think about what we have said after it done been said and responded to.

For Jochen, Jim & Jimmi, Chuck, even Gloria in ex Celsius deius or darling Carmen or Hula Hoop write what's on their heart we don't pick it open to analyze it; we drink it lovingly not our of our mind set, not to know them or it but about the place it all is coming from, love's fountain. I'm staggered by its beauty.

George