Hear Me Sing, O God

God said:

I, God, do not have to read the Heavenletter forum to know what it is said there. I do not have to see it to know its power, your power. I know its level and how it vibrates. Twang, twang, go the heartbeats. I feel the breath of all who post their hearts and consciousness there. I bless you all. Of course, I feel the breath of all who do not post. But today I focus on those who speak My love out loud.

You have a focus of love, and you spread your love around. You put it out there. Love is what you are posting, whether you know it or not.

And when you read the comments, you are reading love. Long live love.

My love is everywhere, yes, and yet it is more evident in some places than it is in other places.

We don't have to call love love. It is not love in fashion, as it were. It is normal natural caring. It is not a production. It is a natural event. Just as flowers bloom, so do you, and I recommend that you bloom where you can be seen.

Flowers do not hide their blooming under a barrel. Flowers look up at the sun. They absorb the sun. They even turn their faces to the sun. And so, you, My beloveds, turn your divine faces to the sun. You breathe in love right and left, and you breathe love out right and left and up and down and every which way, for true love is not one-directional. Or, We could say that love is One-Directional, and that is to say in the direction of Me.

Be glad you love Me, and be glad to say so. What wonderful three words. "I love God."

You declare: "I love God with all my heart. And now I am also learning to love God's Creation. I pour out my heart to God, and I pour it out to the world. I no longer keep to myself. For what reason would I keep to myself? For what reason would I keep my love for God to myself. Hey, I will stand up on the rafters and speak my heart of God. I will stand up on the roof and play the fiddle of my love for God. I hear myself speak, and I learn from what I hear myself say. I write my words on the forum, and I let the winds take my words where they will. I am the breath of God, and I breathe. I also inhale and exhale my thoughts. I breathe for all.

"To God, I am not a tiny dot in the world. To God, I am His Voice. I speak for Him. I declare Him. My voice may be weak, but not God's Voice. His Voice may be still, oh, so quiet, yet it is heard in the wilderness. Everyone must hear God for himself, and yet I add my voice to the choir of love that sings out God's heart.

"The choir says: 'God loves. He loves me. He loves you. God loves. He loves every bird that sings, and every lion's roar. And God loves me. If He loves me, it goes without saying that He loves you too. And yet I want to say that God loves you. So I will say it. God loves you. God loves you, and God loves me. God loves us as One, and He loves us as individuals together. God ignites the sparks of our love, yours and mine, and yet all love is God's. Hear me sing, O God, hear me sing.'"

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"Flowers look up..."

"Twang, twang, go the heartbeats"
Then You knew. You know my silent excitement when I switch on my computer, when I open these pages, when I read them, when I feel those who are reading with me or will read, their posts, then the impulse to post myself, often not knowing what I am going to write, if not so vaguely.
"I hear myself speak, and I learn from what I hear myself say..." and I learn from others, especially I feel what is behind their words, I feel we walk together.
"You have a focus of love, and you spread your love around."
I never suspected to have this focus, really, everything else, but not love. I have always been suspicious about love and yes, today I will say it, about loving people too. Are You sure?
"We don't have to call love love. It is not love in fashion, as it were. It is normal natural caring. It is not a production"
I now feel better, but keep reassuring me, now and then.

It's confortable to hear You

It's confortable to hear You said that. I am a fortunate woman, I repeat always. Yes I am.
I know everyome choose its own life, I know (I suppose) every soul knows its own path.
Love is all around, now it's more real, it could be felt.
But what can we do (there nothing to do, obviously) when we assist to thousand and thousand deaths of our brothers? Yes, there isn't an answer. The answer is only love and joy. Sorry, not always so immediate.
pitta

Our brothers and sisters

Our brothers and sisters have just gone Home!
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Never think that you are I. Know that I am you. /HEAVEN #515)

Oh yes, you are right. But

Oh yes, you are right. But it's not always marvellous, the return. There are different states of being and not for all consequences are the same. I would not see that anguish in their eyes. We all know that what happened is right in the great picture of Life, the Whole Picture. But it's like the shout of Umankind 's pain reach me with violence. I hope some day I will arrive to see all that with semplicity.

Patrizia, same here.

Patrizia, same here.

HEAR ME SING, OH GOD

DEAR BELOVED MAESTRO, GOD - CREATOR OF ALL THAT IS,

YES, IT IS GOOD TO SPEAK OF YOU. IT'S GOOD TO CHANT OF YOU. IT'S GOOD
TO KNOW I AM YOUR VOICE IN THE WORLD, MAESTRO. SO I AM GLAD TO
ADD MY VOICE TO THE GROWING CHOIR OF THOSE WHO WILL SING OF THEIR
LOVE FOR YOU. ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS OF YOU IS "PANIS ANGELICUS"
WHICH, AS WE BOTH KNOW, MEANS LOVE IS THE BREAD OF ANGELS.

IT IS HEARTWARMING TO TRULY KNOW I AM LOVED BY YOU, MAESTRO, AND SO THEN, MANY WORRIES AND ANXIETIES MELT AWAY WITH THAT CONVICTION IN MY
HEART.

Gloria makes us poster kids

This morning in my quiet time I asked God what He'd like most to be called. "ANY NAME YOU LIKE IS JUST FINE." came the gentle reply.

He could see me shrivel in wonderment and some confusion and so, using His own kind of Morris Code, He said in his quaint way of saying: "Little man, you're like the drop from the ocean wondering why it can't wave. Even the vastness of the ocean means little to you as only a drop."

"It's best for you to contemplate what makes you feel wet, and what happens to a drop from the ocean when left in the Son too long."

George

"It's best for you to

"It's best for you to contemplate what makes you feel wet, and what happens to a drop from the ocean when left in the Son too long."

That's awesome George! You Godwrite naturally.

Heaven Admin you make me listen.

As God's Words your words have the vibrations that make me want to be more than I can be.

George

Precious

I feel loved by God, unless I forget it, deny it or otherwise do not allow it.
Does not matter, He loves me always anyway.

I feel that what we contribute in Heavenletters and Heavenletters Forum is much appreciated by God, unless I forget that, deny that or do not allow that.
Does not matter, He appreciates me always anyway.

And yet, human as I am also, it is very, very precious to me that He adresses us here directly in a Heavenletter.

So, thank you dear God !!!

Anco make the world feel warm

It's probably like the Netherlands in his heart. How nice you phrase God's essence!

George

Thank you, George, for these

Thank you, George, for these words, they link perfectly to my meditation of this morning:

"It's best for you to contemplate what makes you feel wet, and what happens to a drop from the ocean when left in the Son too long."

What makes me feel wet is being part of the ocean. And what happens to me, when I'm left in the Son (Sun) too long, I evaporate and return to the ocean. It's all here! Truly awsome.

Paula
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Never think that you are I. Know that I am you. /HEAVEN #515)

Good to the last drop! Paula

Thank you Paula for your warm and loving comment.

George

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Hello Friends,

God said long live love
On the inhale and exhale
You put it out there

Love, Light and Aloha!

 

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