Sometimes in these readings it seems like God loves us too much.. And thats gross..

…all is perception. All is what you think it is. Oft-heard, always new. What's new today is that it doesn't seem to want to come into sharp focus. Just something like, "There must be a lot of things not worth thinking of; no, worth not thinking of."

Like furor. …it must be that you must enjoy the furor, or you wouldn’t have it. Why participate in what you do not enjoy? Why narrow joy and spread out agony? Hmm. There may be some personal and local furor I could avoid, but what about world furor? Well, boldly extrapolating, it seems there is no real furor except as I see it. No see, no furor.

Look out the window and see as I do see. See as if for the first time. You were born to see. You see through a camera of life, and you take pictures. This is a magic camera that sees with My eyes. Looking out this window, seeing through this camera, what is there to see? Only beauty? Only love? Where's the furor? Pretended away? Coverd thickly in make-up? Well, it seems there isn't anything to be seen in terms of taking in. All seeing, it seems, is projection. There's nothing there except as I see it thither.

I know seeing as if for the first time. I have amassed several seconds worth of it in enough years to be a retiree. Seeing as if for the first time is longhand for love, for oneness. Oh, seeing as if for the first time.

It really is the Golden Chariot! To touch it makes you turn into sold love. To ride in it takes you from the invisible to the visible. It's funny how it makes you know that the visible is just pretend play land with the toys you made to play with during your hiatus on earth.

I suggest that you read the Heaven Letter of Golden Light until you find yourself in the Chariot of forever riding quietly into the land of holy peace. You'll love it. Going Home is such fun.

George

Hizzah! Thank you and God Bless.

(p.s. your little word tests are getting more challenging;)))

I love this letter. Every time I read it, I enjoy it, and get a little more from it. I find one line, in particular, to be very evocative and helpful. Enjoy the love and life in the world the way life in the world is meant to be loved. My immediate reaction to this request or suggestion is to ask: How is the love and life in the world meant to be loved? The obvious implication is that this is an important purpose in the creation of the world and my life in it. Another implication is that there is something I can consciously do to have more joy in my life. There are concrete steps I can take and plans I can embark on. This letter seems a little different than others which have enjoined me to be more joyful. It lists a bunch of clear steps toward this goal.

Why participate in what you do not enjoy? Why narrow joy and spread out agony? It starts out with an easy step to take. Focus on what gives joy and away from what is painful and gives sorrow. This is pretty natural. Perhaps I need to be reminded to do this more, but I have learned this one fairly well.

Leave the driving to Me. This one is much, much tougher. I have lived most of my life in a self-protection mode. I have tried to learn from my experience and anticipate what will be happening in the future. I have tried to control what life will be presenting to me. I need to work on giving up this imagined control. I do see now that I cannot accurately predict what is coming my way. Feeling I must protect myself, though, is a deeply ingrained habit.

And, if you must enter wild traffic, then cross the street calmly and enjoying helping old ladies across. Another easy step to take, at least on the surface. When I see ways I can help, it has been natural for me to try to help. I have always enjoyed helping little old ladies across the street. But I also know I have had a lot of gentle impulses nudging me to help that I have ignored for one reason or the other. I am planning to watch out for these impulses and act on them more often.

There is a golden chariot that carries you through thick and thin. You are never without it. And: With Me at your side, you cannot stumble. Another big one. Let go of fear and begin to trust. I have seen the world as an often unfriendly and always very dangerous place. If I could just learn how to do this one real well, the others would probably not be needed. Maybe I should just print up a bunch of note cards and stick them where I will constantly see them. They would have just one word: “Trust!”

You are for something. You are for something wonderful, and now you begin. This is yet another big one, but one I also think I have done pretty well with. I have always felt deeply that my life has some sort of important purpose, what it is has not been clear, but the strong feeling has always been there. I have been misled by science, though, in thinking that the world is a huge cauldron of random events and human life was the product of lightning strikes that somehow formed amino acids in a primordial sea. I am coming full circle now to the beliefs of my earliest childhood: there is a Loving God who created it all and He imbued it all with purpose. It all has meaning.

Hold My hand. I will show you the way. I will teach you a dance. Our hearts will dance. We shall dance across the Universe. I am learning this one. Meditate. Pray. Commune with my loving Creator. I am sure I am being shown the way. It seems miraculous to me the way the Way is being shown. I have not yet felt myself dancing across the universe. Well, perhaps in my dreams.

Everything is beautiful. Everyone is beautiful. Look out the window and see as I do see. See as if for the first time. This directive is not so easy to implement. Maybe it is not a directive at all, maybe it is just sort of a signpost to let me know when I am on the best road. It seems that I just see the way I see and I cannot just will myself to have a broader perspective. But my perspective does seem to be getting broader as time goes on.

Love I AM, and love you ARE. Another signpost? It is a realization that I see slowly developing within. Let love be known.

dear God heavenley father,
all your heavenletter, it so precious, all your words
it means to as,, am remember, for fewmonts a go,
it was snow storm, i was my work and am on the wayhome,
am walk in the street, i sow the old leday she walk with hes moletor,
she is fallingdown in the street an am run to help her, to stan-up,
it defecoult for her because she is not strong enough, to walk,
i was very very teird my feet and my body because am walk
from my work to my home, i tel her i want to breing your home,
but i can not because my feet and my body,it so teird,
she seid to me it oky she much walk, the time, i fell bad
because is not enough my help for her,