Dear Gloria,
"The Present just now is no longer present any longer."
Is this not done twice in the sentence?
In love,
Theophil
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The Dreamer of the Dream
Heavenletter #5454 Published on: October 30, 2015
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God said:
I call your name. Hello, I say.
Sometimes you hear, and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes you prefer not to be called. It disturbs your focus on sundry items. Imagine, God an interruption! Let yourself be interrupted then from reverie of life past and of life flippant. Let Me place My hand on your shoulder so you can turn yourself around, turn your life around, and raise your playing field in all this imagined time and space.
Now is time for you to honor yourself and save yourself from the waste of time which does not even exist. You have been scammed, beloved. Come, soar the Heavens with Me. Let’s start a Journey of Surrender. Let Us be on Our way to a new Camera of Life. Have you not had enough of the other, this quandary of the so-called past?
Let’s take a Journey to the Stars. Let’s roll the Movie Reel of Life Back, and start over. Let’s hear a different tune, a milder tune. Do not back-track. Start anew and anew and anew. What is all the Present about anyhow?
Be glad you are you. Whatever you may imagine life is about, imagine more. To imagine more, you must empty more. Let not your thoughts keep you back. Let a vacuum fill you in on new terms. No sitting back on your laurels. The Present just now is no longer present any longer. The minute the Present seems to occur, it is now relegated to the past. The Future comes in front of your eyes soon enough.
Do you doubt this that I say? Do you doubt that you are to move forward and, in so doing, let go of the past? How can you move forward when you lay your head on the pillow of the past and keep it there? The past is only a recollection of what was a dream once upon a time anyway.
You think the dream is real, was real, yet you were the Dreamer of the Dream. An event seemed to occur, a dream defined in every detail, yet it was a dream. It might have been a good dream, or it may have seemed like a nightmare -- nothing at all that you wanted to dream. You would rather forget about it, yet it seems the erstwhile dreams of the past stay with you as if they predict the future.
There is no time. There never was a past. It was all a dream you had in living color. You recall your dreams more than you recall Me. The dream pushed its way in, and it is not easy for you to let go of it. You are sure the dream happened in real life. What you call real life is a dream you are having. While you have it, it undoubtedly feels real. Illusion is very real to you. You may have a scar. That seems like evidence of something real that happened.
Yet a dream is a dream is a dream. Look, here is the door right here that was in your dream, the door whose lock you could not turn either to open or to close. You couldn’t get in, and you couldn’t get out. This door whose knob you can turn now is also only a prop in a dream as well. You play a part in a far-reaching movie in which many others also play a part.
You see clearly what is not really there. Your attention is on this movie. You feel that your life depends upon this movie. No, the movie depends upon you for its actualization. You keep staring at a movie that never was. This movie is dependent upon you. You wind the reel. You star in the movie.