In Eternity

God said:

In the land in which there is no time, rushing is unheard of. Being too slow, or early, or late are also unheard of. Would that not be Heaven where there is no pace, or, if pace there were, it would be your own pace and just right as it is? There would be no haste, no waste. In the land of no time, there would not be time to waste. There would be no time at all.

What would your life be if you were lifted up away from the machinations of time in the land of Earth?

Has not time become like a whip? Has not time gotten you out of breath? Has not time hounded you? Time has a beat, and time has been beating you black and blue. Time has been a wrathful master. It is said that time waits for no man. It is closer to the truth to say that time hits you over the head and clogs your life on Earth. Stuck in time, you can hardly move fast enough. It's not easy to be just on time or right on time or even on time. You are fraught with time.

Ah, to be without having to bow down to time. Ah, to not have to consider time at every moment. Ah, to just slip into Eternity and be out of the ravages of time. To escape the shackles of time. To be on your own time and not accountable for its passage.

In Eternity, everyone is young. Everyone is fresh. There is no aging. And without time, there is no space, for time and space are one and the same although looked at from different angles. In the absence of space, there is Heaven, borderless, vast, expansive, extensive, excellent. Without space, there are no burdens. There is nothing to carry, and nowhere to take it to. There are no mountains to jump over. There are no accidents. There are no roads, and no bumpers to get bumped. No one can let you down. No one can leave you, for there is nowhere else to be but with you on a strand of beach, as it were. Of course, love does not come in strands, and there is nowhere for you to be stranded.

Even so, with all this being said, time and space also give you great blessings. You have a good time. You are in a good space. You can run into the ocean, and you can make sandcastles on the shore. You can collect rocks. You can run over to someone. You can get into a car and drive away, or you can get a milkshake.

Time and space may drag you down, and yet, at the same time, they offer you a singular feast.

The fact is that you chose to acclimate yourself to time and space. You chose to slip into them. You chose to be on Earth inundated with time and space. You chose to reside in this imaginary land for a certain term. You didn't sentence yourself to time on Earth. You gifted yourself, and you gifted the planet. This is an interim daydream you are in.

While you are at it, have a good daydream. Earth is the clay you play with, and you mold it to the touch. You toss the clay from hand to hand and from pillar to post. You and I are both practiced in molding clay. You have good clay to work with. Enjoy it. Enjoy making pictures and shapes and coloring them in, and enjoy tossing them away. Enjoy, beloveds, enjoy, for We play together in every moment of time which is no time at all.

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my own pace

No time, no space — You make it sound very enticing, dear Author of Heavenletters. It is hard to imagine, and, trying to imagine it, I end up with pictures of ... nothing at all, not even thumbs to twiddle. Could it be we dread being bored more than being under pressure? Once we have "acclimated ourselves to time and space", it seems there are only two alternatives: being under their pressure or being sheer nothingness. Where is the middle ground of doing things "at my own pace"? Being able to do things at my own pace is a very lovely thought, in fact, it's one of the loveliest things I can imagine. But in timelessness, how can there be any pace at all?

But understanding or not understanding, I would follow You there any time if I knew how to. Even not trusting, I'd simply trust. The secret of trust is in not allowing one cubic millimeter of time to enter before you follow (and in not minding paradoxes and contradictions).

You are exactly right, dear God, that time has become like a whip for me with its endless demands. Another day You will ask who is the perpetrator of the ravages of time, and you will answer that I am, that no one but I is whipping myself. That looks a bit circular but I don't mind. There must be a space of allrightness, I can feel it is there somewhere and not dead, and I don't care how we get there, dearest Author of Heavenletters. But I care that we do. Soon. Now would be nice.

a milkshake

I imagine: Everything exactly as I want it to be. What does that feel like in the split second before I can think, "Impossible" or anything else? It feels wonderful beyond words.

There are obvious objections. It's selfish. It's pollyanna. I am leaving "Thy will be done" out of the equation.

But God said that my true will and His will are the same. So even if my present will is a mix of smallness and my true will, what can I do but trust it's all right?

Imagine: No to-do, no have-to, no deadlines, no burdens, no fights or quarrels, no unpleasant emotions or sensations, only ease, only leisure, only peace, only lightness, only freedom – only utter well-being aka love. That is the life we are meant to have without having to earn it, without having to become worthy first. It is there. It is simply ours. If I have understood anything in Heavenletters and my own heart, we get there by accepting the possibility of it and by allowing ourselves the feeling of total fulfillment which is available all the time and put before us every day in a thousand different ways through Heavenletters.

In different colors of ink on different colors of paper, God is slipping us the same message day after day, chuckling at how much or how little of it gets past our "realistic" view of things, waiting for us to accept total fulfillment by allowing the feeling of it. "Don't reckon", He says, "dream. A sun, a sky, a meadow or beach. And don't forget your milkshake."

Jochen enjoys the "milkshake"

Jochen you have a way with words that give me shivers.
So, "shiver me timbers, mate."

George

heaven

"We get there by accepting the possibility of it and by allowing ourselves the feeling of total fulfillment which is available all the time". Now, now and now...
Heaven is a "place" only for those who choose to find it.
For others I do not know, maybe they do not even exist and never will be anywhere.

Emilia knows!

Emilia, this is deep. These words come through you to us all. Thanks

George

Gloria lets God talk about time.

The mighty Angel shouted "And Time shall be no more."
We are taught that this proclamation is in the future after we shed our earth garments.
Perhaps there is no future, no past, only NOW, and in the NOW we make up the concept of time, of pressure to get "thing" done. We must do, do, do.

To think of Heaven as future is fun but needless. NOW and Heaven are the same things. God, being changeless is also what NOW is made of. You have heard: "We live and move and have our being in God." If you don't experience the NOW, you have no way of learning HOW.

What you are escapes your notice as you grovel in the dirt of social processes. Come on sleepyhead, get out of bed, put on your heavenly slippers and romp through God's garden of love. You'll like it. It's all consciousness, you know.

George

IN ETERNITY

Dear MAESTRO, CREATIVE CREATOR, CREATIVE DIRECTOR, TRUE LOVE OF THE UNIVERSE,

We find ourselves in a place that's not to our liking at all Time is always dragging us around
it seems. We DESPERATELY WANT TO REMEMBER ETERNITY. WE ARE HERE IN
A PLACE THAT DOESN'T REALLY EXIST and it's actually a fearful dream, and yet it seems to be real. That's not a lovely place to reside for long.

We say every day, "I release the world from all that I thought it was", but it still hangs in
there and we want to remember its absolute meaninglessness. and its true timelessness.

We feel a light shining at the heart of things, and yet we behold sickness and brokenness
and children of darkness (and though they are our projection) it seems they plunder and desecrate everything.

Oh, well, YOU DO TELL US WE ARE NONETHELESS INEVITABLY ON OUR WAY TO
ETERNITY, TO OUR EVERLASTING HOME. SO TODAY, I SAY AS THOMAS WOLF
SAID ONCE, '"LOOK HOMEWARD, ANGEL", THERE'S ETERNAL PURITY AND FRESH'NESS THERE.

i wish people changes theres life and thought

dear God heavenley father,
this messeges so spesial to day,
i try to understan of this letter, am sory,
when i fell this way to say allow me to say
the inergy of earth it like fullingdown of wrongway chooseng,
i understan how you fell, i pray whith all my hearth,
i wish people changes thers life and tought,
and bring the light of them self
LOVE AND PEACE

 

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