Remember, Come Over Here

God said:

Beloveds, if you understand what you see, then you really see. I say understand in the sense of realization, much the way the dawning of the sun rises over the landscape. It's just there, your understanding, much the way the confluence of factors means a cake is done.

So I say to you, See more, beloveds. See beyond the confines of your mind. See beauty, no matter what your mind says. See beauty.

Within each person is a throbbing heart. By now you know the heart in everyone is My heart. Greet My heart no matter in whose chest it beats. Let everyone you see be a reminder of Me. Everyone. Everyone is more than a reminder of Me, but right now, I will settle for your being reminded of Me, God, the One Who Loves you more than you love yourself.

I so love you that I have sent everyone to you as My emissary so you may take heart and know that I am everywhere and within everyone and that you remember I am for you.

Act on this premise, and see how Heavenly your life becomes, your very life. The quality of your life may depend upon your seeing and grasping the love in the world and the love in the very heart you call your own. Of course, all hearts are Mine. Really, what do you think? You must have known that ever since you knew your heart rose from Mine. What would a heart be called that I made except Mine?

No one created his own heart, the heart that dwells on loan in his chest. And yet each child of Mine tunes his own heart. He tunes his heart according to how he hears My song. Of course, your hearts are to be attuned to Mine. Why would any heart want to go off on a tangent?

Of course, no one would ever tell his heart: "Never mind about God. You've got daily life to maneuver around in." No one would ever say to his heart: "Look, you have business to take care of. Later you can think about love. Right now you have a living to earn." No one would say to his heart: "Look, don't bother me." No one would say: "I spent enough of you, Heart, and where did it get me?" No one would say, "I've given the world all the love I'm going to. Now I'm going to think about myself. I am #1. I come first." No one would say, "Enough about this God and serving Him. Where was He when I needed Him?"

You know all the things that no one would say, and you have heard them, or read them, or even thought them. "Me now. God later."

The speech that you are coming to is more like this:

"Beloved God, I am beginning to see that We are One, not two. I am beginning to understand that Your Will is my Will. All that I have thought I wanted wasn't really what I wanted. I didn't understand, and I misled myself. You were telling me, 'Here. Come over here.' I didn't quite hear and went my own desultory way. Now I understand better.

"I understand better that I do not know the way to go except that my heart is to follow Yours. I understand now that You would make my heart whole, and You know that that is what I really want. You knew before I did. Now I am catching on. Now I lift up my eyes, and I see myself coming to You. I am with You. I always was. I always knew what I didn't let myself know. I don't know what I was thinking. Now, I ask You, God, this one thing: 'Help me to make my heart whole.'"

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My heart, your heart. I wish

My heart, your heart. I wish there was some other way to put it and to consistently put it instead of dissolving all twoness, all otherness once a month and in between speaking about you and Me again as if nothing had happened. It's confusing and frustrating. I sometimes feel talked at instead of spoken to. But since it is told this way, it's probably inevitable. Something to do with the flawed nature of language itself, I guess; only I nerver found that argument very convincing. Or with my thinking being so terribly wrong that one must take precautions to prevent me from thinking my ego is God; which too sounds just a little silly to my ears.

No, I'm not complaining, I'm sure everything is perfect, only I am not seeing it yet. I wish I could see it – or at least be less impatient. It's strange, but when I look a it closely, the word "pain" has changed its meaning many times and dramatically in the course of this life, and today there is only one meaning left: sense of separation, sense of twoness. That's why I sometimes flinch at every "Me" and "you" in Heavenletters.

You know, beloved Jochen,

You know, beloved Jochen, you are right. "Me" and "you" is something to flinch at in Heavenletters. It should always be "We." The thing is it's a usage. What would new Heavenreaders make of it if Heavenletters said, " We said:"

God tells us time and time again that We are One. This you and I is a convention. It is not the truth. We have God speaking to us (Us!) in the relative world. Language is part of the relative world.

Before the sounds God makes become language in our ears - God doesn't go around saying I, as if he were single.

What would you do, dear? What can we do?

What I would do? Why,

What I would do? Why, dearest Heaven Scribe, solicit kind and understanding responses such as yours, of course, something that makes you think and feel that all is well after all.

Since you are very much in contact with Sufism at the moment, you are probably able to hear my words as one of those yearning love songs, only without the artistry.

Senor, I hear your artistry

Senor, I hear your artistry very well.

Incidentally, I don't think you can beat Normand's comment!

And you know very well,

And you know very well, Jochen, as clever as you are, that you ask that daily dose of flinching from God!

Haha, wonderful, Normand!

Haha, wonderful, Normand! But be careful or I'll ask you if (considering the comment you made yesterday) it wouldn't be a pity to give up a fine mind like yours.

I think it could be

I think it could be negotiated with HIM!

a fair agreement

"Is it soul that the heart longs to find? Is your heart the seeker of your soul, and your intellect the disbander of the search? Or is your intellect another way to the soul? When the intellect is not too much in love with itself, it is."
http://www.heavenletters.org/your-soul.html

Emilia your thinking delights me

Sweetheart your darling questions can only be answered after you have looked to see how you think about your heart, your soul, your intellect, your ego mind, your spirit mind.

Please don't start screaming about such an assignment. God pays it no mind at all. You can call heart anything you want, and soul anything. God pays attention to your key words which sound like this: "Is it soul that the heart longs to find?"
God's answer is simply: "Come on dearest, get closer to Me where you find that there's no right or wrong, just BEING."

You learn, by questions like you asked, that the real seeker is God. He's always looking for you. Sounds to me like He got you real good!

George

George, your answer delights me!

If "the real seeker is God", then I have already been found and I can neglect any assignment. Thank you for your reminder.

Gloria tells the whole story

Thanksgiving day is a perfect time to read and absorb this "whole" story.
When you see the sun rise, you begin to understand that seeing the sun rise is the whole story and its understanding every morning.
Seeing joy in your darling's face is the summary of what you need to understand about life holy purpose joining with your intentions.
Gloria lets God put the icing on this cake by saying: "God, Help me to make my heart whole."
While sneezing out a entire universe God happily replies to you: "You got it Precious One, that's why I put you where you are right now."

George pretending to be a turkey

Beloved George, you don't

Beloved George, you don't fool me! I know Who you are, and you ain't no turkey.

Caught in the act

Now I can't pretend to be a turkey and have to continue pretending to be George.
But it really is a blast to be caught by God pretending to be Gloria! I'll never get on to His sly, loving ways. They make life so wonderful.

George

Help me to make my heart

Help me to make my heart whole

Dear Gloria, Jochen, George, Normand, how beautiful is read you here! please, don't stop do it. it is exactly the whole heart God speaks about. You already have it. it's lovely.

Darling Pitta

Pitta honey,
We love to say: "It takes One to know One!" That's why you love us. You're one of us.

George

I am with You..

"Now I lift up my eyes, and I see myself coming to You. I am with You. I always was..."

thanking, Loving to be within You always..
tri

Yes Tri you are with us

Tri: Your words make us feel warm and at home in you and you in us. Thanks

George

TO SEE BEAUTY

YES, MAESTRO, I, TODAY, GIVE THANKS FOR THIS BEATING HEART OF MINE
WHICH IS ONE WITH YOURS! THAT'S A MIGHTY AND POWERFUL THOUGHT!

SO , TODAY, MY FIRST AND LAST PRAYER IS THIS ONE THING: "oh, thank you
Wondrous Maestro, for helping me to make my heart whole once again!!

2 Heavenletter Haikus for

2 Heavenletter Haikus for you

Hello Friends,

God said greet My heart
Me God the One Who loves you
Within each person

God said Beloved
Remember I Am for you
And I always was

Love, Light and Aloha!

Sweet Alohalight1111

Your precious Hikus verses give us all light, love and attention.

Please forgive my occasional, loving use of "hula-hoop" to draw attention to your loving words. My grandchildren or great-grandchildren are to blame honey.

George

Oh George, And as my

Oh George,

And as my grandson and I would say "You're the bomb!" meaning "You're a brilliant blast of lovely energy that sparkles everyOne of US. I'm so thankful to you!

Love, Light and Aloha!
Karen

Sweetest Alohalight1111

Karen darling, after trimming my wick, hanging out my consciousness to dry, my heart tried to imagine myself as "the bomb" and you with a grandson. Isn't time a curious treat given by the Conductor of the wonderful Train of Life? I can't remember getting on the Train and I probably won't remember getting off. What's that you say?

"All Aboard," is all we ever hear. You mean God keeps us aboard forever? That's a blast.

Each of your darling haikus is like passing a new garden of divine fragrances. I just read a gillion of them and found each one like a beautiful petal a kid pulls off his divine flower as he says: "He loves me, He loves me not," always knowing the flower is his game and His (God's) plan that always rides on "HE LOVES ME!" Then mom calls for dinner.

I find another Haiku. Love you

George

 

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