The heart of what I give you in these messages is not the message itself. What you extract from My letters may be succinct and wonderful, but it is only a thimbleful of what I give you. I pour down love upon you and a certain lyric wisdom far more than any words you extract.

You think too much. You have heard that before. You remember too much as well. You bank on your memories. You store them and count them out like ten-dollar bills. You amass them, and think they hold you together. Memories are just strings from the past. They are a decoration. They are not the substance of you. They are immaterial to you. But you think somehow that they add up to you, are equivalent, are revealing, are important.

When you read a Heavenletter or receive other news from Me, it is like I gently lift you up and hold you high. And when you have finished, gently you are put down and returned to Earth, and yet, you are a little taller. Something of your Heavenward journey stays with you.

It is not that you keep photographs of it, although you may. The Heaven air has touched you. You have breathed it in. It has wafted through you and become part of you, in your cells, We might say.

There is a Golden Touch to what I say. More than the words, more than the structure, more than the thoughts, there is an invisible silent blessing from Me. You cannot hear it. You cannot see it. You cannot touch it. And yet My Golden Touch touches you.

Take all My words away, and My Golden Touch remains. Erase, and My love within Heavenletters remains like invisible ink. Take an eraser and erase My written words from your notebook, and still an impression is left. My words once spoken are spoken. What I say stands. Nothing topples it.