Hugs, dear God, this is really beautiful, it's fantastic, it's – how do they say – wicked brilliant and truly funny and so poetic. Yes, this is a fine kettle of fish, "eine schöne Bescherung" in my language. And how sublimely subtle things are getting! Until now, when things got too puzzling, we could try to reassure ourselves with sentences like, "Oh, well, this is a dream", or "What do you expect, this is a film." Now it turns out it's not even a "real" film but a pretend movie. Wonderful, I love it.

Makes me think about launching an empty newspaper where everyone can fill in the events of the day in Somalia, Shigatse, Uranus.

This Letter is refreshing like a day in the mountains. And good old "soon" is there as well. Hi.

Is this saying the dream is real or not real ?

I love these messages. This one must be read over carefully from two places at one time. Like it's nebulous subject --dreams & reality. I needed my mind to sort the meaning out, but could only internalize them, with my heart. It's pat head rub belly. Now that's funny! Perhaps understanding requires us to rub mind, and pat the tummy or the solar plexus, which is the feeling place (right beneath the heart... ) I think of the great laughing Buddha. The Dream is a great belly laugh? Does anyone get what I'm trying to say and can add to it? I wonder if God laughs too. He just must.
With Joy,
Twojays

Reading Heaven Letters will help you form the consciousness that'll work for you to construct your dreams with the loving help of the spirit. That's what life is.

George

What is ego if not the physical embodiment of the wish to replace God with the self-attributed power to envision reality? Ego has to insist that the body is real. That is how it can start dreaming of controlling the world which is outside. The body is the basis of the universal belief of the world we see. Where do we think judgement, grievance, and condemnation come from? What does a murderer think when he kills somebody? Surely he thinks that by killing the body, he kills the soul. What do we really think when we think we are alone if not that "no body" is with us.

Could we be angry if we did not have any body? Because, basically, we don't condemn people, what we condem is what they are doing in their body. So we definitely identify with the body which allows us to dream the outside reality. You can hate your body, you can humiliate it or you can praise the body, adore it and glorify it. The body stands at the center of our concept of ourself. We see ourself in a body and the truth or reality outside us. Ego has to choose the limitations of the body to entrap our awareness and trade it with dreaming the reality of what we are through a persona.

Of course, this is an upside-down perception that cannot bring us peace of mind. For it is the body that is outside us and the reality inside. God has told us so many times that the body is only a body, it is not us. That is to say that being without a body is our natural state.

So having a body or not having a body should not make any difference to God. What we can realize is that thinking with our body is what generates the dream. What sets limits to our powers is not our body but our identification to the body. So it is the ego that is limiting our powers.

If we stop thinking with our body then the ego won't have anymore power on us. Then we will stop dreaming and start to awake to Reality.

Once every five to ten years, in a dream of the night, I am given to see and to feel what ultimate fulfillment and love and returning home are like. Last night I had such a dream, waking up in tears of relief. The feeling may linger or it may not, but life is changed. What does linger, however, is a clear sense that my reasoning faculties do not have the tiniest point of contact with what the dream revealed. By extension I believe that my intellect is the most unsuited instrument imaginable for dealing with this magnificent Heavenletter.

Life seems as it seems, and yet nothing is as it seems. The ground you walk on is sturdy and strong, and yet it is not really there. Your steps may be firm, and yet you are walking on illusion. The idea that this life on Earth is a dream is accurate. I can think about this; I am not saying it's wrong to think about this for it may increase the suppleness of our mind; but no amount of even first-rate thinking will get me anywhere near this something incredible. Then what does get me near? Only my heart's longing, only desire, only intent.

Everyone sees you as a body standing or sitting there, and yet the body is made-up fiction, and there is, in truth, no one there to see your body so heartily believed in. This is the way of life. It is a made-up journey told at great length. It is a haunted house, and it is a princely kingdom, and it is nothing at all. Never mind understanding this paragraph – is there at least a way for me to paraphrase it? There is not. All I can do is long for what is called waking up here and which I did in my dream last night: something crystal clear about which nothing but a barely audible wow can be said.

Like other Heavenreaders, I love to play with all the concepts Heavenletters offer. I have also tried to do some serious thinking, but that is what seems (or is hoped) to be ending now. The analytic or – as Normand has called it in his usual brilliance – "enzymatic" approach of trying to understand things by dissecting them and taking in their constituents is effective for physical or mental digestion but will never wake me up.

But there is no injunction to be distilled from this, not even a suggestion, for whatever we do, we can't go wrong:

Even so, you are growing beyond the borders of your dream.

Note from Russ Michael...When I physically died at age 18 and looked back toward my sudden body-death interrupted 'adventures' on Earth, I knew without a single doubt that life on Earth was only a dream--not real-- for the only 'reality' was the "I am" consciousness that I knew and that I was, am, on the other side of 'the veil'...in the Eternal Now.

And when God spoke to me, the message (still ringing through me to this date many Earth decades later) was short and to the point.

God said, "I am you and you are me. we are ONE."

So even while being deeply and pssionately involved in this grand Earth dream, I have alwasy known, in both the fore and the back of my mind, that everything--seeming so real to my humanly reimbodied "I am" soul identity--is truly as dear Master Shakespeare also so knowingly stated, "Life is but a dream!" And so it is...so have a sweet dream...end of my note)

I am realizing that this life is a dream, and so am I.