Gloria:

Dear God, I realize how a question from me starts with a detail or cinder of some kind, and you take that detail and pull me out of it into an expanse far greater than all my petty details could possibly fill. You sure lift me. Over and over again. You take me out of the trash and whisk me up to Heaven before I even know what's happened.

God:

And then one day you will stay there. You will never mind the dross. You will see only the gold of the sun or the blue of Heaven or the white of all hearts. You will see only Me. You will be so taken with Me that you will never leave Me, not even for a moment.

It is not that you will have forgetfulness. It is that you will have remembrance. I am what you want to remember. Leave off remembering all the little stuff, and then you will remember Our Oneness and revel in it.

Remember Our love. It pulls hearts from the farthest corners of the world. It knits the universe. It moves the oceans. It proclaims itself.

Let love be the topic of your life.

Let that be its theme.

Naught else.

Not annoyances.

Not pettiness.

But largesse. The largesse of love.

How gracious it is.

How gracious is Our love.

What a host.

What a greeter.

What an ambassador.

Our love knows no bounds.

What does that mean?

No limits. None of any kind.

Love keeps on.

It never stops.

It is a perpetual wheel.

It is ongoing.

It dips in itself, and it splashes.

Love is light like a fairy dance.

Love is not opera.

It is a light show.

It lights the stars.

Eyes are stars.

It lights eyes.

It rocks hearts like a lullaby.

It fills everything.

Tiny cracks and big crevasses.

Oh, love fills.

It overflows.

Here, it comes now, washing the universe of anything less than itself.

Love plays amidst the light.

It dances as it sparkles.

You are a lamp of love.

Each child of Mine is a lamp of love.

Turn up to bright.

No more dimmers.

No more shadows.

No more allowance of anything but the light of love.

Be light and see light.

Light up light.

Love travels faster than light.

The speed of light is slow compared to the light of love.

Love is instantaneous.

Love does not sit still.

It must move.

It must find more of itself to love.

It spills everywhere.

It is like a finger twirling in the air is My love.

It is centrifugal force.

Watch out. Here comes some now.

It goes right through you.

It penetrates all.

Iron cannot stop love.

Chains cannot stop love.

Signs that say No Trespassing cannot stop love.

Love cannot stop love.

Love cannot stop.

It knows not time nor space.

It knows only its own pulse.

Love knows that the universe is made of it.

That you and I are made of it.

Love is the ruler of the universe.

And it rules by dishing out itself.

It is so attractive that everyone wants to follow it.

Everyone holds up love's train as if it were a new bride's.

Everyone runs behind it.

Love does not even have to beckon.

It just rolls out, and everyone follows.

Love just becomes more and more and gathers more and more.

Love gathers.

It unites.

It furls and unfurls.

It takes all in its path.

It never lumbers nor limps.

It is fairy dust, love is.

Love is, and it sweeps everything else in its path.

There is no path but love.

Love unifies.

It makes everything great, does love.

And it makes you great, all My children.

You are great love.

You are My love.

You are My magnificence.

Keep your heads up.

Know Me in you.

Let Our love anoint.

Let Our love bless.

Let Our love sink into all hearts and raise them high, like toasts of champagne to the universe as the home for all.

Welcome to love.

Welcome to yourself.

Welcome to Heaven. Stay here.

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Phil to Heavenletters:

I have so enjoyed Heavenletters and will be honest — I enjoy your questions as much as the response from God.

In my heart, I already know what God is going to say (in a weird, illogical way). The delight is watching you position yourself in relation to Him. The response without the question would not be the same, so thanks for your struggles. The question and the answer are really one.

My path to God has been very different than yours, and this gives me great solace. For, whatever the reason, I seem to be compelled to go deeply into this ancient Toltec wisdom. I find inspiration in seeing this difference because I know in my heart, now, that each is perfect in its own way. I would not wish my path on others, nor would it be right for all others. This allows the two to intertwine and dance and become the multiplicity which is the Spirit.

I hear in all you do echoes of my own path, and, yet, it is different in presentation. This difference gives flavor and depth to my own path. Ultimately, each path is indistinguishable and unique at the same time.

Forgive me for being so hesitant to share. Much of the Toltec knowledge deals with what they call the left side of awareness, or the second attention. Your conversations with God, your feel of His presence, is an act of your second attention, which is linked into the larger Spirit of man. It is at the level of the second attention that we all become One, and, yet, still retain our individual flavors.

The implications of this, as you often discover, is staggering, especially, as you move deeper and deeper into it. As you have discovered, the only way to truly understand what this means is to have your own very personal relationship with this Source. At that point, it leaves the boundary of the intellect and enters the world of true knowledge. What a delightful frontier. The Toltecs believe this to be the frontier of the next evolutionary leap of man.

Thank you for the inspiration. What a delightful and scary realization that we are just starting our path to God. You have my strong support and love.