Your Heart Will Rise to New Heights

God said:

Vaster than the ocean, vaster than the galaxies, vaster than all the other dimensions, vaster than everything is the love in your heart. Now it is for you to stream that love out into the world, from your heart to the heart of all. Let not the love in your heart be sludge. If there is an error, it is not to love fulsomely. To not use your love, to not share it, to keep it unto yourself, that is unfathomable.

No matter how you ascribe your heart, no matter what emptiness you may feel, there is 100% love in your heart. It is waiting for a green light from you. Give it. Give your heart every opportunity to go where it wills. Remove the anchor from your heart. Let the ship of love sail.

You do not have to steer so adamantly. Your heart will know the route it is to take.

The world is going to have an onslaught of love, and you are going to give it. We have all been waiting a long time for this moment when your heart of love is freed from purgatory. A free heart is worth gold. It goes everywhere, and doesn't latch on. Your heart is attached to its love being free. That's what your heart wants. It wants its freedom to be the heart it is. Your heart will no longer tolerate being caged.

Your love is going to land where it will. In so doing, your heart will rise to new heights. It will fly with the angels. It will land everywhere. Your heart full of love will fill Earth with love. That is your heart's desire, and it is your heart's joy, and it is your heart's purpose. Your heart is so full of love, it is crying. "Open me." That is the cry of your heart.

"Let me out, " your heart yells. " Let me be. Let me be true to myself and not false with some idea you have taken up with. I am tender, yet I am not meant to be heart-sore. I am meant to be heart-free, heart-happy, heart fulfilled in its giving, and giving beyond compare.

"The capacity of each heart is the same, and, yet, the ways of giving may not be the same. All hearts love equally, yet they love differently. And all hearts want to give frequently, continually. No heart wants to stop loving. What have you done to repress me, your very own heart, so? What have I done to not be let free?

"A caged heart has a hard time singing. Open the gate, please. Open it now. That I go free doesn't mean that I leave you. You really can't keep me as your own. I have to fly free, and you have to let me. I am your own as you set me free.

"It is true that I am your servant. Before servitude to you, however, I serve God and the wholeness of the world that He upholds. God asked me to venture free. As I serve God, so will I serve you. Believe me, it is God's Will that I give love away. The beauty is that, as I give, you start to feel how full I, your heart, am. You have a heart full of love. That's me! I cannot bail out love fast enough. Let me loose now, for I am bulging at the seams. Let me travel as I must. I will always come back to you. You don't have to keep me on a short leash. Just let me go, or I will burst. Let me out now. I thank you."

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One simple step

Such a simple task we have. We need not be concerned where love will go when we release it from out heart. We need not follow it to be sure it comes back to us. Our task is simple. We do not need to go out looking for more love to replenish what we release. Our task is so incredibly simple. We just slide back the bolt to the door we thought we had to lock. And leave it unlocked.

Chucks words slide the bolt

The door seems to have a boldt to keep it in or keep it out.
Love can't stop laughing at our mental bolts and tries to show us truth.
Love is all, no place it isn't, every place it is.
A figment of imagination tells that we have to feel it.
Tell that to a nursing baby, or kissing lovers.
They'll say: "Is there any thing besides this holy instant?

George

Oh Chuck

So beautiful and clear. Delightfully, finally, nothing to do or figure out to win Love's approval. When the eye lids open after a nap, do the eyes figure out how to capture the light to project an image in our mind? No...And when we shift our gaze to our hearts after tortuous attachments to the contents of the mind, Love seems to appear...although Love was there all along. In Love again...and again and again. So much love. Thank you Chuck. Jimi.

BlesSings...

BlesSings...

love and peace

dear God heavenley father,
your letter today it feel like we are like lock
of love in our hearth,
this is my pray,
please God help as to open in our hearth
to be love agein in the world,
i dont want falsk of love i want a real love
please help as to release in our hearth to be love
agein, so we can fly heigh in the sky and bless in our hearth
LOVE AND PEACE

a heart

What have you done to repress me, your very own heart, so?

Dear God, You are not specifically naming me and others who are doing this. Does that mean this message is only for those of us who are doing it while the rest can use the Generator today? Or does it mean we are all doing it to some extent?

What have I done to not be let free?

Dear Heart, I really wish I had not done this to you, believe me. It seems you got me into what I could only perceive as serious trouble. When I let you go, I didn't know yet that there is nothing more precious or as precious. I would not let it happen again now, I can assure you that. And I will pay any price to have you back.

As Chuck says, it is simple. But it's not easy at all, not at all.

A heart and its love, when renounced and sent packing, can take all sorts of guises. It can look dangerous as if making you prone to being taken advantage of in all sorts of ways. It can feel embarrassing as if it were nothing more than that sticky stuff oozing out of the radio or dripping off the screen, somehow ugh, not the kind of thing a grown-up person should indulge in. It can make you think that if you show it, you will be found out to be exactly that ridiculous twit you always feared you were. It can, after some disappointments, look too good to be true. It can seem to lie at the bottom of a deep well now fallen dry and filled with stones. It can even feel somehow not very important and exciting, something that only makes you shrug. (Very likely I haven't enumerated all possible variations. But I am there. Are you?)

In truth, I suspect, a free or freed heart is God, all-knowing and all-powerful and all-everything. There is nothing it cannot do, there is nothing it cannot give you or anyone. Think of whatever you want, and a free or freed heart is worth more.

Jochen sings of Freedom's scream of joy

We don't have to know a thing for the thing to BE.
It helps to know who is doing the knowing to be free,
But that knowing takes a visit to the cliff and mountain top,
While safe in His Home. That's where your words come from.

George

ok...

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OUR HEARTS WILL RISE TO NEW HEIGHTS

DEAREST MAESTRO, HONESTLY I HAD TO GO LOOK UP THE WORD FULSOME
BECAUSE I TRULY WASN'T SURE WHAT IT MEANT. SO IT MEANS INSINCERELY
AND OUR HEARTS, AS YOU HAVE GIVEN THEM TO US, DON'T LIKE TO FEEL HEART
SORE AFTER WE GIVE LOVE.

SO YOU WOULD HAVE EACH OF US REMOVE THE ANCHOR FROM OUR HEARTS, NOT
TIE IT UP TO ONE PLACE BUT TO LET IT BE FREE TO EXTEND ITSELF WHEREVER IT
WISHES TO GO. AH, OUR HEARTS WANT TO BE FREE TO GIVE ALL THE LOVE IT
WISHES. AS YOU SAY, A FREE HEART DOESN'T WANT TO BE CAGED. A CAGED
BIRD DOESN'T HAVE MUCH OF A HEART TO SING OF THE LOVE THAT GOD WILLS
FOR IT. AND YOU DON'T WANT OUR LOVE TO LATCH ONTO ANYONE OR ANYTHING.

MY HEART'S LOVE CAN'T BE KEPT ON A SHORT LEASH - IT NEEDS TO BE FREE OR
IT WILL BURST, THANK YOU, GOD- CREATOR.

Hello, Gloria. I hope this

Hello, Gloria. I hope this message is reaching you.

First, I love the letters. Beautiful.

My question is this: How can it be (or is it) that our true nature is this infinite void, or no-thing. A stillness and presence without any inherent emotion or Love. And yet, we so often characterize this stillness, this voice...as God.

At the same time, a few months ago, I heard a small voice in the middle of the night. It said: God would like to meet you. I followed this into my heart, where I felt this small child-like joy.

I am confused: if we are all ONE infinite being/awareness. How can we call it God, as though it were separate, AND give it a personality on top of that?

Help!!!

With Love,

Gary

Gary has left the door open

Even a sparrow doesn't fall without the Father taking note.
Each hair on your head is numbered and cared about,
His voice will bring joy and the ultimate glory of noticed Presence.
Words are never the thing but try to help us know how consciousness reels it in.
You are at the very pinnacle of something beautiful.

George

a free heart

"It wants its freedom to be the heart it is. Your heart will no longer tolerate being caged."
Then I expect it will be clever enough to escape. When my mind closes its watchful eyes (even just one), it could be the right moment to act. I can play in your favour, my heart. It is a step in the void for me, as I really can't figure out what you will be going to do, all alone, naif child, reveling in that freedom. I recommend you to keep your demeanour, not gushing-smiling, but, please, some poise.

Gloria hears VASTNESS in Love

The color of love tales our breath away,
It's vastness is beyond compreshension,
It's brilliance blinds us to form and body things,
It's nature helps us form in inner bond with HIM who is love.
What's better than knowing Him?

George

So much Truth here.

What george says is so true...Thank you George. Beyond this, a response is futile.. Jimi.

Vaster than the ocean,

Vaster than the ocean, vaster than the galaxies, vaster than all the other dimensions, vaster than everything is the love in your heart. Now it is for you to stream that love out into the world, from your heart to the heart of all.

To love is like breathing, we breath love in and we breath it out and it touches all of God's children.

Much love
Berit

1 Heavenletter Haiku for

1 Heavenletter Haiku for you

Hello Friends,

God said your free heart
It will fly with the angels
And land everywhere

Love, Light and Aloha!

My Generator Pick

This is the Heavenletter I drew from the Generator for Christmas this year.

Also, I posted a picture with the Heaven Sutra that was shared on Facebook:
http://heavenletters.org/the-brass-ring-of-divinity.html#comment-47544

I remember commenting on

I remember commenting on this one years ago, together with all those dear old friends – Chuck, George, Emilia, and others.

It's a Heavenletter that seems to have become even more important, much more important, since then.