"...A rug under your feet. An open window. An empty box. A filled box...", a nose on your face, just in the middle, how strange.

I think this may be the quintessential Heaven Letter. Full. Complete. To the point. Written by God to all the characters in the play who have bills to pay and dogs to walk and bosses to dislike;)

Meanwhile, we are all standing backstage waiting for the curtain to rise. And it never really does except in our vivid imagination.

Real Life, on the other hand, exists always and yet has no beginning and no ending.
“For what does it profit a man to gain the whole World and forfeit his Soul?”
You open the book, and then you close it, yet in real Real Life nothing happens, nothing happens but love, that is.

It seems to me that today’s letter is a series of partial answers to yesterday’s letter (New Everything). My impression of that letter was that it was saying that we are often embroiled in the consequences of our past and our past was created out of mistaken beliefs. The letter encourages us to let go of our past, mistaken ideas and thoughts, but it left me with wondering: “How, exactly, do we do that?” Part of the answer must be that it is important renew our intellectual understanding. The very existence of Heavenletters seems to imply that this is true since much of the content is aimed toward reforming our understanding. This is not all there is to Heavenletters, by any means, but it is an important part. Here is my summary of the intellectual clues in today's letter.

Real Life is the foundation from which each of us emerges into this present life. Since it is our foundation, it is who we really are, and it has very important aspects for us to intellectually accept. While Real Life is below the surface and invisible to our physical senses, it is also the infinite potential that is generative of all of our imagined creations and it is the source of the physical. Because of this foundation, what we are is eternal and our safety is forever guaranteed. It is also the source behind all the power that we seem to see manifested in the world. If anything truly “happens,” only love happens, and it is the still and unmoving source of all that we perceive to be moving and changing.

As I read today’s letter, and as I reflect on what I just wrote, the big question to me is: “Why?” Why did we wish to create this illusory reality in the first place? Why not just be satisfied by remaining solely within our Real Life existence? There are some hints in this letter to possible answers. We are told that we (we being our individual perception of who we think we are) must be in the story for it to start; “we” are somehow essential to it. Further, we love the story, we love the drama, and we desire the creation of both the “good” and the “bad” of all that it entails. The story is clearly purposeful; it creates “life” and life is a Divine creation.

This causes me to ask: Is it all about the experience? Are the experiences the permanent part of what we create? Is that our motive in creating the illusion; is that what we love about the process?

Love and hugs and best wishes to all……Chuck

Only in imagination is anything happening. Nothing ever happens.

Isn't that splitting hairs? If everything only happens in imagination, it's still happening, just not as physical, material phenomena the way we have been thinking of happenings for all of imagined history.

I love how "real" and "unreal" start fading into each other. Once we, as imagined entities, have fully realized what "only in imagination" means, we will no longer believe in the stability of objects and circumstances. We will be able to re-imagine anything at all in the blink of an eye. Belief and habit – the perceived past – are what prevents us now from seeing, moment by moment, the images we like to see which, together, are Eden.

...in real Real Life nothing happens, nothing happens but love, that is. Maybe love is what does the imagining. It imagines everything imaginable. It lovingly imagines entities, us, who are themselves able, and free, to imagine anything at all, and they imagine less than love, even the apparent opposite of love, everything. They imagine so hard they start thinking it's real in the sense of being of inalterable solidity. And when they have explored that self-created and somewhat frightening reality to the hilt, they are called home for supper.

I don't know, of course. It's just what comes up this moment when I read this glorious Letter.

MY DEAR MAESTRO, CREATOR GOD OF LOVE AND LIGHT

I will have to admit that what you describe as Really Real Life is incomprehensible to me. We've been down here too long to remember
what you talk about - here in this HL. One just can't fathom - "life that's life not yet born, on the verge, and it's something that cannot be photographed." What IS THAT? You say "in Real Life there are no somersaults, yet Real Life is the precursor of somersaults".

It's like ingredients for a stew somewhere all together, but the flame hasn't been turned on under it. Then YOU say "Real Life is
like a cab driver in readiness to drive, but the meter is not yet turned on" I t sounds like "Lights, no camera, no action !!" There's a
movie reel, but the reel is never started to run. At the end you say, " NOTHING HAPPENS BUT LOVE". I am guessing that hearts
are just in love because that's the only function for a heart to feel and it just loves and loves and there's joy and peace and there's no
action ever happening. Now we SURELY DO LOVE MELODRAMA DOWN HERE, NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT. I guess that,s because
'we get to play dramatic parts, and also seem to be stuck in dramas we'd love to jettison asap. WE LOVE YOU, DEAR MAESTRO
IT'A A GREAT LIFE, BUT WE CAN'T WAIT TO EVOLVE OR ASCEND ONTO THE NEXT DIMENSION.

To read this Heaven Letter once requires twice and twice requires that we absorb and learn the obvious lesson that in REAL LIFE their is no off-switch and the on-switch is always on. It shows the mystery of no start, no stop, This story board has no happy ending. It has no ending because the REAL is outside of our concept of time. I have no doubt that God wrote this Letter in His own hand writing. Thank you Heaven Letters!

George