Dear Gracious Father of Love and Mercy,

Thank You for sharing Your Heaven Letter with us. The opening sentence of Your Love Letter, brought me to the realisation that here in this heart of mine, i have stored memories and past hurts which no longer serve their purpose. I have consciously chosen to mislay those memories in my heart, instead of allowing them to flow down the river of life along with the yesteryears waters. Dear Lord, please have mercy on us and show us the way to know what to do with these memories. Where do we put them now? Can we still place them in the river of life and allow them to flow down the stream alongside today's water? How can we dispose of yesterdays used ingredients? Deep within our hearts dear father, we know this has to be done but it is the doing that is difficult. Where do we begin when there are countless memories to acknowledge and to let go off. Can we wrap them up and parcel them To You Dear Lord. For Your Almightly light can Shine upon them and transform each One into positive energies, to be used has healing light as opposed to memories that cause heavy hearts? We share the same heart Lord and to think that the burden of our memories and hurt is heavy on Your heart too, motivates me to deeply desire to flow with the ocean of love without boxes of old memories.

Thank you Lord. Praying that we all learn to release past memeories through your healing light and through our own efforts and realization that we can in fact somehow put those memories back into the past, exactly where they belong... and surrender ourselves to the Now... to the present... to You... and not achor ourselves to the person we think used to be in the past but instead to the person we know we are Today... Children of Love, Light and Innocence. Dear Lord... please guide us to choose Today's Love Letters... everyday.

With love and light

Since, as Heavenletters keep repeating, time and space do not exist except in imagination, there is no real past, there are no real things and no real memories. When nothing ever happened, what could be there to remember? A memory is no more than a thought conceived of in what is called now. Photos of things past are simply conjured up by imagination in what is called now. Nothing they show was ever there or has ever happened.

Emptying out the attic is a very simple thing, at least in principle: Do not constantly re-invent the things you imagine are stored there. Simply avoid sad or in any way painful thoughts. Ask your mind to spare you those thoughts as there is no reality behind them anyway. Ask your mind to get off your back. Feel the relief you will have should mind comply. This works if I want it to. It does not work as long as I secretly prefer dredging up what I think are real memories or long-term ill effects of some alleged past events. And even if memories were real, wouldn't it be nice if your mind did not bring them up again for a while? So ask your mind to leave you alone instead of repeating the same old routine stuff like a prayer wheel.

I suspect it is not difficult at all. In my case, what made me stare at "trauma" as if hypnotized for decades was the rumor that it is so very difficult to let go of your past after working through your emotions. Heaven only knows why we, collectively, think up such claptrap, paralysing ourselves for eons. But how nice when it's over and things turn out to be as simple as we secretly, very secretly longed for them to be.

When my computer crashed and I missed a week of Heaven Letters, my heart beat a somber tune about the Letter's power and beauty in my old frame.

The frame isn't really me; it just looks like George and carries me through the NOW as a present presence.

I'm glad to be back. My chemo has been stopped, my tumor is in remission, so my heart sings the songs it learned, in part, from Heaven Letters. They mean so much to me. I thank and love Gloria for this infusion of love and life she permits God to pour through her every day. Thank you Haven Admin for changing me address.

George

Every year the old woodcutter went into the forest hoping to find the ringing cedar he had been searching for, for so so long. A ringing cedar, has to be cut down. This is why it sings. It calls out to the world and says, "I am ready to give you my body. Make haste. Find me now before my beauty is devoured by the lumber jacks who toil for the timber mill".

The woodcutter cared for the forest of cedars. It was his joy. His work was in harmony with the cycle of the forest. He would always save the heart of the ringing cedar to make a flute. He would play this flute to the trees. His music had a note of sadness. You could hear it if you listened carefully. It was as if someone was trying to fly while holding onto the ground with all their might.

This year was different. When he found the cedar, he knew it was no ordinary ringing cedar. It sang in the same tune, only the song was completely unlike any of the cedars from the past. It sang of changing times.

And so the woodcutter left the forest with a fiddle in his hands. No longer a woodcutter, the troubadour set sail into the world on an ocean of music, leaving the forest of memories behind, tuning his heart strings at every village he passed. "Avast", he sang "Let go of your memories and fears! Set sail on the ocean love. Adventures await on the high seas".