Let Me make it clear that Heaven is not a field of study. It cannot be studied. It can be talked about, but that is only talk. Talk about Heaven can make good conversation, but the Vastness of Heaven cannot be looked at under a microscope. It cannot be analyzed. It can only be Known. And you are the Knower of It.
Heaven can be discussed, and often is, and yet there are no demarcations to it. No map can be pulled out to be examined. It is worthy to think of Heaven, yet all the thought and all the thinking are just the ruffles on Heaven's skirt. And yet, even so, the ruffles serve. Ruffles may be only ruffles, and yet they are somehow appended to something, this something called Heaven that has no borders. There is no hem of Heaven that fringe can be sewed onto, and yet…
And yet, all the while as you pursue this seemingly illusive Heaven, you have been drinking water from its well, all you want of it! And yet you feel you don't know where the well is. You may think you have never found it, and so you think that you must be thirsty. Well, it is a good thing to be thirsty for Heaven, and it is also a good thing to know that you are seated here right now smack in the middle of it, as if there were a middle, as if all were not Heaven without a rim. Yet here in Heaven is where you really live. The Earth is just where you think you are. And as you think, so it is. And so it is, and yet you are, nevertheless, immersed in Heaven, submersed in its waters, lapping its joy and drinking deeply of it.
And in any instant of non-time, you can know where you are. You can know it as you have never known anything before. You can know that you and I share the same Heaven and that there is room for all. Not only room for all, but all are already here. There is no exception. Here We are.
You went out to play. You may have your foot on first base, and yet you know where Home is. You know that I have gone out to watch you play and to throw a ball or two Myself, and yet you also know I am at Home making supper for you, and you know that you will come back in time — well, rather, in non-time. You can't really come back to where you have always been. You cannot really return to Me when We have never parted. Yet We play a game to while away the time.
Time is how Eternity is spoken of on Earth. Time that does not exist seems to be understood better than Eternity which exists and only can exist. Well, the world is a mixed-up place, and yet, even so, it holds all the Keys to the Kingdom. Even this illusory world that is thought of as the Real World holds all the treasures. Is not all of your life on Earth a treasure-hunt of one kind or another?
So where in the world are We in this conversation? Where can We only be, the One of Us, but in the middle of Heaven, as if there were a middle or an edge or anything but Heaven in its entirety. Earth is a muddle, yet Heaven is a clear pool without a shore. Heaven is, or it is not, and it is, and it is all there is.