HL # 5293
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Dear Gloria,
it is about a few shorter paragraphs at the end of the upcoming Heavenletter.
Truth is ahead of where you have put your feet in the past. Everyone knows there is nothing like an apple fresh from the tree. Why would you assert that stale thoughts you hold onto must be better than anything you could come to next?
You can’t rehash the past forever. Old thinking fades and dries out. It’s unlikely that the past will satisfy forever or even until tomorrow.
The last epigraph you would want to be said about you would be:
“He held onto to his old thoughts as if old thoughts preserved him.”
Better to have the last words said about you every day be:
“He arose like the phoenix from the ashes, and how he grew!”
I guess, a "not" is missing in the paragraph:
The last epigraph you would want to be said about you would be:
Thank you for considering.
In love,
Theophil
Dear Theophil, I believe
Dear Theophil, I believe this is correct as is! We do NOT want this epigraph to be said about us:
“He held onto to his old thoughts as if old thoughts preserved him.”
So that would be the last statement we would ever want to be said about us. The implication is that it is better to think new thoughts
God said the same in a reverse way: The last epigraph you would want to be said about you would be:
Does this make more sense now?
I will digress for a moment. When a Heavenletter comes, I am wide awake and conscious of what God is saying, yet I'm not thinking about it. I'm just writing down from what must be telepathy. I am conscious of what God is saying without the intellect kicking in.
What I'm getting at here is that this morning when I read your question, it was as if I had never before seen the world epigraph! I even thought: What does that mean?!!! It is not a word in my conscious vocabulary.
In the recent Heavenletter where God quoted from the American song Home on the Range, the words to that song were certainly in my vocabulary. If the Godwriter had been someone else from a different native language -- had a different filter so to speak -- I would guess that God would find another way to get His point across.
Writing down God's Words is an instant thing. It's not thought out is what I mean to say.
As always, thanks for asking your question.
What an amazing thing language is. All aspects of language are interesting to me as I believe they are to you as well.
Dear Theophil, I remember
Dear Theophil,
I remember that when I read this HL, I understood it the same way as Gloria decribes it here.
That would be the last statement ....
... on a priority list for example.
Liebe Grüße
Uwe
Danke, Uwe, the pathbreaking
Danke, Uwe,
the pathbreaking meaning is goinig to be revealed,
Theophil
our voices singing
Dear Gloria,
thank you for your words, including the digressions. Which gave way to what else you wanted to be said and communicated.
We want to say more, even in our so-called everyday talking and letting us know we want to say more. We want to say beautiful and assuaging, ushering and welcoming and encompassing things and issues and attitudes. Heaven's filter are set up, and our filter may be too, to listen to these heavenly sounds. Different sounds are digressing, brief, and nevertheless in a nearly inexplicable way useful appearances – aren't they strengthening our joy of coming home, our joy of being here now and merely now where our hearts are united and radiate as One?
It is the sound of reverberating love, which penetrates the vocals, diphthongs and consonants and the betweens with its voiced oscillations, while we speak our common words.
An elder woman of about seventy years made this clear to me firmly, when I went out the other day to some terraced garden eighty yards away, where I was invited by the mother of the younger hirer of the apartment to collect vegetables as I like for my own cooking, while I am living on an Adriatic island for some weeks.
The woman, in her everyday clothes of homework and garden work sat on one of these hundreds of years aged stone walls, piled up and used in modest ways by generations after generations with care, and she herded her one goat with two yeanlings.
Our languages are different, we do not understand them.
When she saw from a distance, that I was looking around, not yet definite which path I would like to take, she made signs with her arms like … Come, sit down here, in the sun, here is a place with sun and with a free vista. When I arrived, she prepared a seat by doffing her apron, while she kept talking to me in her Croatian language.
What I heard –
her voice was so high-toned and with the same bows, sweet intermittent endings, with the same tenderly brought out commotion while taking breath, as the voices of children of the age of two, or three are gifted too. My words nearly left my tongue, only listening. I did my best to show her without words, what I saw - how beautiful and well prepared everything is for our living and hearts and for being grateful to God.
We are not done yet.
Our voices will be singing on Earth.
* * * * *
Let us come back to our issue of our wished epigraph.
In my incipient understanding, there was a snag with God's writing The last epigraph … saying it in a reverse way. I took it literally. And so there were second last words in my mind. But there is no second last epigraph, or no epigraph which is going to be improved.
Then, after I received your shove, everything fell into place.
In love,
Theophil
Our voices will be singing
Our voices will be singing on Earth! Is that a title of a Heavenletter, by any chance? It should be! What a lovely expression.
Oh, wow, is this beautiful, Theophil. So beautiful. What a post. Words do not say.
Thank you so much for posting it.
Theophil, can you imagine being offered vegetables from the garden like that? Help yourself to them!
What a wonderful time you are having on this island in Croatia.
With love and blessings,
Gloria
Gloria, I too had to look up
Gloria, I too had to look up epigraph and thought at first it was a misspelling of epitaph, which in the process I learned I had been mispronouncing and misspelling all my life as epitath. Probably many Americans could recite the first verse of Home on the Range, but probably not the other verses. I'm sure I have heard them all at some time but couldn't begin to even come up with a few words. So when I read that other verse in the Heavenletter I instantly wondered whether or not you could consciously remember it.
Theophil, that is a great story of your time spent with the woman by the garden. Could have happened back in Bible times or ancient Greece.
Theophil's experience is
Theophil's experience is like mythology, isn't it? Thanks, dear Charles.
Heavenletter #5293 You're not doen yet
Dear Gloria,
In the following paragraph you say: ... sadder and wiser, but I can only find ... sadder but wiser.
Now that you are adult, your life is continue to grow. You’re not done yet. To grow means to expand. To grow means to learn. To grow means to grow up. To grow means to change. Even when growing means you have to be sadder and wiser, grow. Grow in the direction you want to grow in.
Which should it be?
As always, thank you for
As always, thank you for bringing out your questions. Yes, dearest Luus, there is a common expression as you say. So long as the meaning is clear as it is, then it's fine. That's how I see it. And I believe the meaning is clear. Otherwise, we want to keep it as it is as it can as best we can. If something doesn't make sense in Dutch, as the translator, you know it's your decision. Thanks.