I wish we could have this Heavenletter in every single language of the world. What is there to say after this, what to discuss, what to ask, what to doubt? And what to do, what to learn, what to understand, what to evolve towards, what to reach?
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What a Diversion the World Is
Heavenletter # 1702 Published on: July 3, 2005
God Said:
How beautiful is the world I made for you. The world was made for you. I prepared it for you. I contemplated the moon and the sun and the stars and made them elegant. I made the sun yellow to reflect My light. I made the sky blue and the seas blue for serenity. I made grass green and soft to lie on. You came to Me in a dream. Being One, We dreamed each other. We dreamed of Truth and, therefore, it was no dream, for Truth was and is Our essence, and love Our reality.
We look into each other’s eyes which is to say we look into a mirror. We reflect off each other even though there is no other. Eyes see inward and outward even though in and out are illusions. There is no near and no far. There is nothing between Us unless you call love between Us. But love is Our Oneness so there is no in between.
I love Myself which is to say I love the illusion of you.
Time and space do not exist so how can separation?
If I am One, how can you be apart from Oneness? There is nothing for you to be but Oneness. One is as far as I can count.
There was nothing to create but in imagination. So I imagined you, or you imagined yourself. I made up players to keep Me company. In other words, I had a thought, and My thoughts materialized in a haze. I had a thought of you. I thought of you. I think of you still.
You discover that you are Myself thinking of you (Myself). You do not exist separate from Me, which is to say, you do not exist. The train of thought you have gone off on seems like existence but you are an embodiment of that which is eternal love and cannot be embodied. You represent Me in this circular motion. You are My representative on Earth, even though there is no Earth. It certainly seems that there is Earth, for We walk on it, but We walk off into the Sunset or the Sunrise of which there is no difference, for We are beyond, and the sun neither sets nor rises except in this illusion We have temporarily agreed upon. We think it is Our playing field but it is merely a rumble of thought, a heartbeat of Oneness playing at something else.
There is nothing to talk about. It is all thought. It is an electrical current. Light dashes around and calls itself something else. We imagine particles. We study them with our eye to a microscope or a telescope. We study sections of Oneness to find Oneness sectionless.
What a diversion the world is. Oneness composes itself. One thought becomes many. Thought appears on a screen, and it goes off the screen. The screen is imaginary too so what was there for thought to go off of? Thought went on a tear. It went on tangents of itself, and yet there is only One Thought. So I thought of Myself in many ways in order to come back to Oneness from which I never departed, from which We can’t. I say We out of courtesy to you. I pretend for a moment, just like you, that We are each other when only Oneness exists.
I am not yours, and you are not Mine. I am Myself. And you are Myself. You who are on a stroll plague yourself with thoughts of an existence that is not but yet believed in with great might. Return to the joy of Oneness from which you have never left except in a flight of fancy from which you can only return, particularly since you never left.