From the Valleys of Your Heart

God said:

From the valleys of your heart comes the sweetness of the world. Your heart is the ship that sails, and your heart is also the waters that the ship sails on. Wave upon wave is issued from your heart. Let the waves be expansive waves of love that leap all the way to Heaven from where all love comes. Transmit your love, and your love will stream back to Heaven all that which Heaven has given from the fullness of its love.

So often My sons and daughters, children of My heart, look to receive a return rather than to give it. If I were to speak of owing, I would say that you feel owed more than you feel owing. I do not like to speak of owing because that connotes duty. It is not duty I speak of. I speak of the ultimate return to you which comes from your giving back and even giving ahead, giving before you have received, giving because giving gives you the most reward. Only, do not think in terms of what is reward to you. You cannot live that way because then you are ordering the Universe to come to you when, all the while, you are to lavish the Universe by the innocent giving of your heart.

Let your heart be a weed for a while. Let your heart be voluminous in its growth. Let it spread everywhere, taking over everywhere. Let your heart be totally undaunted. Let your heart be a weed rather than a hot house rose. Such a rose may look at itself in the mirror frequently and feel vain and deserving. A weed thinks differently. A weed is too busy giving of itself everywhere. A weed does not spend itself looking in mirrors.

Or let your heart be a knight's white charger who hastens through the crowds. Let your heart be the Knight who rides the white steed. Let your heart be the Knight who is so courtly and gives his allegiance to the welfare of all who are in distress and all those who are not in distress. A Knight is noble because that is what Knights do. They serve and serve to their great delight. Knight's hearts swell in joy. Happiness is theirs.

And those whom the Knight serves serve in their acceptance of the service the Knight so generously bestows.

Let Me now dub all hearts Knights forevermore. Then there will be no hearts in distress, and love will be given from joy and not need.

To go to Heaven is the lot of everyone. All the reputed requirements are not required at all. You do not even have to believe in Me in order to enter Heaven. I cast no one aside. Why would I? Would I say that any one of you must stay out from Heaven? If I said that, I might be saying there is no hope for you. I bet on more than hope. I ride on certainty. Is there somewhere else other than Heaven where you would better learn how to give and how to live?

If I am a God of Love, I am a God of Love. I do not count and keep record of your mistakes. I erase them. They are erased.

Beloveds, why would I Who AM God require a certain set of beliefs from you? Belief is nothing. Who you are and how you live and how you give, why, they are everything. I flunk no one. I do not grade in the first place. In the first place, I give love and love conquers all.

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To go to Heaven

This Heavenletter is so deeply touching and enlightening. A heart spreading into everything like some weed is such a graphic expression, you almost feel it. Or take you are to lavish the Universe by the innocent giving of your heart. How good that sounds, innocent giving. Must be a giving that does not even know about itself.

Or take All the reputed requirements are not required at all. I take the time to relish this "All". I mention to myself some of the requirements that are not required. And then I mention some more. I mention the ones everyone I know is sure are required. I mention the ones I am sure are required, and then I throw all of them over my shoulder. It's so much fun.

But most of all I love this: Your heart is the ship that sails, and your heart is also the waters that the ship sails on. I tried to imagine and visualize that situation, finding it's sort of possible. I think this sentence can serve as a template for all kinds of similar sentences stating that everything is everything else and all is One, even "numerically one" as one of the most famous physicists once said.

Finally, the frequent appearance of the white steed with the knight on her back makes me wonder what the fairy-tale or legend elements in my own experience of reality might be. Well perhaps all of it is just a story.

Let the waves be expansive

Let the waves be expansive waves of love that leap all the way to Heaven from where all love comes. Transmit your love, and your love will stream back to Heaven all that which Heaven has given from the fullness of its love.

Who you are and how you live and how you give, why, they are everything.

Sweetest love waves to all !
Berit

Berit goes and does it again!

You make us all feel so loved. Thanks sweet one

George

Jochen's words echo Truth's deepest knowing

Jochen, you help us know what we knew all along but didn't know we knew.

Your very thinking process is the template for our longings. Thanks sweet friend!

George

The nights of the Round table;

You caught it, no nights there. No one goes to heaven.

This is a george thought so take it for what it is. When I say no one goes to heaven I'm suggesting that no one has left heaven except for a short dream about what earth feels like, but when you wake up you don't go to heaven, you wake up at home in heaven.

When my darling died, I kissed her lifeless forehead and said: "Thank you Father for taking Adaire to heaven." His whisper demanded my full attention because He was telling my inner self something important: "She did not go to heaven, she never left heaven, even while dreaming about her life with her beloved George." My tears answered God with puddles of love.

Gloria knows that it's futile to argue with the Voice from everywhere and always. We just listen and sigh.

George

To Our Resident Sage George

Dearest George,

"From the valleys of your heart comes the sweetness of the world."

Thank you for these vignettes of Truth.

Love to you,
Nancy

Sweetst Nancy:

Nancy: To say thank you is to stumble for words.

To say I love you is to imitate Gloria. But I do.

To say that you made me cry is true but sounds like I'm hurt which is kind of true.

The truth dear Nancy is that to respond to the beauty of you or Gloria or Jochen, or Jim and Jimmi or the others who say real and honest things is nothing but smelling the fragrance of life's most precious blooms.

To say my thoughts, my ancient thoughts that come from walking among the waking ones comes from the Joy given me by those like you, darling one.

George

 

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