Love Is Like Snow Falling

God said:

Everything is easy with love. What can be hard when your heart soars with love? What is love but light, and what is light but energy? Smooth is the power of love. Love is an engine that runs smoothly, or love is the fuel that runs the engine of your heart. Love feeds the heart, there is no doubt of that.

Love is not effort. When filled with love, hearts are light-hearted. There have been many odes written to love, and not one says it all. There is always more to be said about love because love is not finite.

Love is the fuel you run on. Without love, there would be no creation. Although I had the thought or impulse to create the world, it was My love that created it. The world was made from love, and it was made of love. You are love. I created your love with the fullness of My love. I didn’t make you half-love, for I created you with a full heart. I didn’t think and think and rethink you. I did not craft you, as it were. You came from My heart. Made of My love, you are love, and you are My love. No matter how far from love you may have detoured, love is not absent. It can be reawakened. Loving yourself is a beginning. Loving yourself is not conceit. Loving yourself is recognition of what you are made of. You are made of love. You are made solidly of love for the purpose of loving. Simple and complete are you, My love. Unburden yourself of what has kept you from love. Your thoughts. Your thoughts have masked love. Your thoughts have taken bites out of your love.

You cut off your love. You chopped it up. You put love into categories and subsections. You formalized love. You logicalized it. You mechanized it. You made varied packages of it. You held love by a thread. You washed and dried love. You splintered it. You made an automat of love. Love became played like a slot machine.

Love cannot be packaged. Love streams. It can’t be bottled. It cannot be on demand. Love arises of itself. That is what love loves to do, to simply arise from the fount of your heart and be itself. No mandates for love. No pressing it down. No prescribing for it. You do not know better than love. Love knows better than you. You don’t know the half of love.

Love is like snow falling, so gracefully, serenely, gladly. You cannot make it snow. The difference between love and snow is that there are conditions for snow. The temperature has to be such and so. But snow and love are alike in that you cannot stop the snow on command, and when it comes to love, why on Earth would you want to stop it? Because of some idea, I suppose.

Personal love is love partitioned. You have checkpoints for personal love, as though you were crossing a border. Of course, without love, you are bordered. With love, there are no borders. Grab a hold of universal love. Recognize it. Get a sense of love without boundaries. How easy it is to cross boundaries when there aren’t any.

Love your child, and love all children.

Love the land you were born in, and love all lands.

Love your family, and love all families.

Love your loved ones, and love all as though they were yourself. They are yourself. That’s the tricky part, for until you love yourself more, you do not love your neighbors very well. You don’t even know them. You make up things about them. You may prefer to dislike them as you dislike yourself. When you love yourself, your heart holds room for all.

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Divine Medicine

I created your love with the fullness of My love
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You came from My heart. Made of My love, you are love, and you are My love.
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Love your child, and love all children.
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Love the land you were born in, and love all lands.
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Love your family, and love all families.

Divine Medicine : to be taken (read) at least 3 times a day before and after meals and as often as you might wish indeed !!
It has the most amazing and wonderful side effects, you'll love it !

much love
Berit

Beloved Berit

You take me breath away! I am helplessly breathless...and yet filled with love and light. Is this real? I care not...for I am love intoxicated...with no sobriety in view. I only see YOU....my love, JJJJ

Well yes...of course dear Father

I have never read a more beautiful heaven letter. But...I have said this many times before! Could it be that Heavenletters are always the best because they are always the freshest, most perfect present from our Father's heart to us. i think so...and i know so. Thank you Father. And thank you for this Awakening in me. Loving everyone...and mostly...this means you! Jim and Jimi and from the heart of Berit too.

some idea

You cut off your love. You chopped it up. You put love into categories and subsections. You formalized love. You logicalized it. You mechanized it. You made varied packages of it. You held love by a thread. You washed and dried love. You splintered it. You made an automat of love. Love became played like a slot machine.

Yes, and since it's not fun and never was, there must be a perceived reason for it, a good reason, even a pressing one.

...and when it comes to love, why on Earth would you want to stop it? Because of some idea, I suppose.

Let's call it an idea, why not. The idea is lost, gone underground beyond recall, "conceived of" when there was no possibility to conceive of anything yet, just oneness and then a rending of oneness into chaotic flurry. Who was silly enough to imagine that the oceanic existence as oneness can be rent? Who was faint-hearted enough to let go of trust and turn to ideas and start playing love like a slot machine?

It's not necessary or helpful to know the answer. Whatever it is that gets a child of God into a mess of separation that feels like an expanse of rubble, the only way of dealing with it is to let it go, even if you have no idea of what it is you need to let go of or how. It isn't even done, I suspect. There is a mighty current, and you drift sunwards with it until you thaw.

that's all

"...you drift sunwards...until you thaw".

Is the idea that is at fault really hidden?

Jochen, I really enjoyed your exploration of this letter and I agree totally with Emilia as she highlights the lovely conclusion you bring to your comment, but I tend to disagree with part of what you say in answer to: “…why on Earth would you want to stop it (the gentle free fall of love)? Because of some idea, I suppose. You say: “The idea is lost, gone underground beyond recall,”

I don’t think the idea is lost at all, nor is it hidden. I think the idea is alive and well and in full view. To me, the idea is that we are weak things that are total victims of our environment and we are destined to eventually be buried six feet under, forever.

Where and why did this idea originate? I think this is the real question in the matter, if any question about this matters.

Sure, Chuck, all ideas are

Sure, Chuck, all ideas are always in full view – as body language, as psychosomatic disease, as war and divorce, as greed, violence, depression or as freeing whales, healing the inner child and saving the planet, even as works of art and so much more. But the connection can be lost, what you allude to as the origin of the idea. That is what I meant to say in my comment, and I think I did.

This state of affairs leaves you with lots of things that look disconnected, and the error, the grave error, could be in wanting a connection. You see, most or all of our "why?" questions ask for some origin. We think that if we only knew where it all began, we could retrace our steps and find out where we took the wrong turn and why – and that from there we will be able to build our life anew. That belief is crumbling for me. The past can't be saved, and knowing all about the past can't save anything now. That's where the image of the drifting iceberg comes in for me.

There is nothing an iceberg needs to do or understand to thaw back into ocean oneness. But once that process has started, it may get impatient, longing for oneness more and more, hovering (as was recently stated) "between open and wide open", wondering how it could ever conceive of becoming ice, feeling its glowing, sad and bleeding coldness but not understanding. It wants to not just rely on the sun, it wants to meet the sun halfway and does not feel equipped for that.

Well, real icebergs are smarter than that.

Indeed a medecine is for healing only

God does not know about illness, sickness or sadness. How could you find those in Oneness which is Wholeness? So where do they reside? They must reside in our mind, in that part of our mind that namely "put itself apart" from the Mind we inheritated from God.

God created us Whole as He is Whole. So where can the "healing" come from? Not directly from God. Illness (physical, emotional, mental, spiritual…) is a state of mind where we don't know "partly" that we are One with God. We don't feel whole but rather separated.So healing the mind must reside in allowing into the personal mind the awareness of non being separated from our Wholeness.

God is unaware of separation. There is no separation in Truth. Separation does simply not exist. Only our belief in separation exists. And it is this belief that makes us unaware of our Oneness with God.

Healing is a consequence of Recognizing the Truth, the Truth of what we are really made of. "…why on Earth would you want to stop it?. Because of some idea, I suppose". Belief is the only idea and this idea is the stop. And we don't have to dig into the past to find the source of this idea. Separation is a belief that invented or made time and space. It has no real history. It is just a succession of images (invented by a scriptor) on a movie reel in the camera of our splitted mind believing in its own projections. Projected misperceptions of the mind is the real disease or illness but it can be healed by unplugging the camera.

no history

Yes, Normand, the idea of separation determines the state of affairs and it seems to be an each moment choice of the mind. That's why God says we could reverse it in one moment. There is no history and no journey "à rebours".

Yes, Julietta, no

Yes, Julietta, no "all'indietro", mamma mia!

Yes, Julietta, no

Yes, Julietta, no "all'indietro", mamma mia!

God said: "Love the land you were born in, and love all lands." And I add, love all languages.

Your thoughts

I didn’t think and think and rethink you. I did not craft you, as it were. You came from My heart. Made of My love, you are love, and you are My love. No matter how far from love you may have detoured, love is not absent. It can be reawakened. Loving yourself is a beginning. Loving yourself is not conceit. Loving yourself is recognition of what you are made of. You are made of love. You are made solidly of love for the purpose of loving. Simple and complete are you, My love. Unburden yourself of what has kept you from love. Your thoughts. Your thoughts have masked love. Your thoughts have taken bites out of your love.

Thinking cannot be avoided. Falling for it can, if with some effort and frequent failure. God, what thought is not a thought that masks love? Almost all thoughts, I believe, are thoughts that mask love, thoughts of the separation mind. Unlike You, we think and think and rethink, we are always trying to craft explanations and solutions. It seems to me that with my solutions, with every "should" and "ought", with everything I think needs to be done or to happen, I am sending out the thief to catch the thief, trying to use the separation mind to lever off or get past the separation mind. It can't work.

Go on teaching innocence and love then. You will anyway, of course, But we may be "on the verge" of hearing now. Don't miss that opportunity. Can God be prodded? I wonder.

Letter of thanks to Gloria

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Gloria: Forever delighted to smell your Colors – God’s Glory.

You are God’s dedicated messenger (God is a Ventriloquist), a window to

the light – an Earth angel.

I have been reading and distributing HL for the past several years with a

lot of enthusiasm and resolve. Your response (‘God is Love’) to my

quest on whether God is Personal or Impersonal touched my heart so dearly,

hence inspired my writing a new book titled “The religion of Love”

Further extensions or revelations like – Blessed are those who know God,

Prayer, How is it in Heaven, Sunshine in the Rain, Love, just to mention a

few; are just overwhelming catalyst to the Light. You have relayed to us

how to be a Light unto the world without hurting it.

I know with unwavering trust that after our ‘Dream Shopping’ we will

make a stop in Heaven and God will as usual prepare us Love for supper –

only Love exist, anything else is an illusion (the veil). We are blissfully

responding to the call showering in this occasion of the new world – the

Golden Age in Love, Oneness, Peace, Harmony, Service and Gratitude.

Stay Blessed for this moment is full of grace.

Thomas Pafe.

Just like snow...

love is pure and graceful. And love is falling for you... Love always is falling for you. Just for you...and you and you and you and all of you. Jimi.

 

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