The Beat of God’s Heart

God said:

You may feel the beat of My heart in music, in words, in silence. The beat of My heart is, of course, within your own heart. One might say that My heart is the speaker, and your heart the receiver, and yet We are more than that. You are also the speaker, and I receive from you.

Blessed is the heart that receives My heartbeat. That means that every heart is blessed. You may be unaware, yet there has never been a time when My heart was not beating in yours. On one level, you are unaware. On another level, your heart is overflowing with the beat of My heart and all the love I share with you. Your heart beats because of My heart. Your heart and My heart pound love, love, love. The difference between your heart and Mine is that Mine is one-pointed on love, and your heart, well, your heart gets distracted on one thing or another.

Come back to love. Bang the drums of love in your heart. Only then are you happy. Off track you are not happy. When an event in life, a word, a look, anything at all, distracts you from love, you are off-course, and cannot be happy. Love is the song of your heart as it is Mine. Play the song of My heart in yours. Hear this tune.

Consider that your heart is wrapped up in Mine. That is, My heart is wrapped around yours. Your heart is wrapped in the arms of My love. What more needs to be said? That you have wandered away? Well, yes, that can be said. You went to a casino, and you got caught up in the slot machines of life. You started listening to a different beat. You got caught up in the epitome of relative life. Now you feel sad.

In Greek literature, there were sirens who tempted heroes to stop and stay with them a while, and it was hard for the heroes to escape the spellbinding sirens. Do you not know that you are the heroes the same who will return to your home where your heart belongs? That you return is inevitable. You cannot be stopped at the wayside forever.

And, so, I invite you to spend time with Me while you are on Earth. Do not save Me for a rainy day, beloveds. Let Us hold hands now as you romp around the games in life. Be the torch bearer of Heaven. What else do you really have to do? What pulls you away?

You have a million excuses. Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, you can be the torch bearer of Heaven. Go public with your light. You will light up the world. You will light up your life. Even while you are accomplishing the humdrum, you can turn on My light, the better to see you with.

I am not the spider who invites you into My parlor. I am God, the Lover of All, inviting you to sit with me a while, and let Us the treasures prove. Of course, this is My invitation to you every day, every hour, every minute. Come sit with Me a while, and look over all the treasures. I am your treasure chest. There is no other. You keep looking everywhere, and yet I am right here, beckoning you on.

I am the Real Thing. I pull you to My love which is yours, all yours. I pull you to My heart, which is yours, all yours. I pull you to Truth, which is yours, all yours. Come, sit with Me a while.

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There is nothing I can do about my value

"You got caught up in the epitome of relative life. Now you feel sad."

Doesn't this sadness come from the fact that I decided, "in the epitome of relative life" to set my own value, my own evaluation of what I am?

I am realizing that there is nothing I can do about my "set" value. Is it not weird, paradoxical and yet true? My value was set by God the moment He created me. And that is the only me He sees. If I decide to set personally my value like seeing myself as little, unworthy, or arrogant, proud, vindictive, God can only say to me: "If you're saying so…" The only true evaluation of myself must then be God's own evaluation as well as the evaluation of the sane part of my mind. I did not establish my value so I don't have to defend it or try to replace it. It cannot be changed because it is of God's make. It cannot even be attacked.

So what am I waiting for? Probably because I don't listen enough and question too much what my inner voice is speaking. My personal evaluation can only be meaningless and useless because God's decision cannot change. God's evaluation of me is True while mine is false if not arrogant. So why do I stick to my ego's personal evaluation? Obviously my ego depends exactly on my willingness to support it.

"Do you not know that you are the heroes the same who will return to your home where your heart belongs? That you return is inevitable. You cannot be stopped at the wayside forever."

God Himself, though Complete, is incomplete without me. That is why He is waiting for the return of the hero, the return of Ulysses. And I can start the return back journey if I change the way I see myself in the relative word or if I ACCEPT to see myself as I really am in the light of the truth of me. I just have to remind myself that where I think I am, I am part of it. I am surrounded by the environment I want and invent. I make this environment to protect this image and value I put on myself. But this environment is only an image and images don't enable you to see the Reality behind. Images are incapable of seeing. It is not much about changing my perceptions that I have to seek but rather to change myself as the Perceiver.

"I am the Real Thing. I pull you to My love which is yours, all yours. I pull you to My heart, which is yours, all yours. I pull you to Truth, which is yours, all yours. Come, sit with Me a while...And, so, I invite you to spend time with Me while you are on Earth.."

Healing from the sadness of my self-evaluation might be a safe and realistic way to the recovery of my True Identity.

THANK OF YOUR INVITATION,

Carmen
dear God heavenley father,
thank of your invitation,
yes am always hear the music of my heart i want to sing that sound of music
but i can not remember the words only sound,
thank God you whith os in our heart,,

a few ways

"When an event in life, a word, a look, anything at all, distracts you from love, you are off-course, and cannot be happy."
Since the wanderer is my ego I would like to write a book, to the benefit of all, "A hundred ways to kill your ego". Maybe I could strangle it while sleeping, or throw it down from the Everest ( well, I first should find some good reason to bring it there), or push it to commit suicide, by reading aloud, without pause till the last page, the Ulysses by Joyce. Many other ways come to my mind.

Absolutely love it

Absolutely love it Emilia!!!
How to kill your ego a hundred ways and get out of it perfectly clean out from the Court.

Great title! I think you

Great title! I think you have a best seller. Write it.

writing it

Only after the murder, otherwise I woudn't be reliable.

«smile» for Emilia

«smile» for Emilia

Love

Dearest Emilia, Kill Ego?? no I think love Ego same as you love everything else God gives you. LOVING will put ego in a corner and There Ego is forgotten. With love Ego has no job to do and Ego will become love. I do not know if I put this right But That is how I work nowadays. The more Love you give the more you receive and ego is on the dole with nothing to do so it will turn into love as well and consequently regardless of governments I live in paradise surounded by love Love is the Key to everything keep loving. Love you All Jack

Jack, you are right, "with

Jack, you are right, "with love Ego has no job", but it cannot "turn into love". That's why we have "governments", to employ all those jobless.

Just about every idea around

Just about every idea around is ego's. Certainly the idea to kill. Most certainly the idea to kill ego.

the culprit

In a clumsy murder this would be an excellent argument in Court for absolution: it is always a case of suicide, and I am the witness.

"Your heart beats because of

"Your heart beats because of My heart.
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Your heart and My heart pound love, love, love.
.
Bang the drums of love in your heart
.
I pull you to My love which is yours, all yours.
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I pull you to My heart, which is yours, all yours.
.
Come, sit with Me a while."

Glad to be speachless in front of God's love....
much love
Berit

Yes, dear Berit, how can we

Yes, dear Berit, how can we be but speachless in front of God's love and words, yet God asks us to extend His speach to the world. That's where the real story begins.

The Tuning Fork God.

Strike a tuning fork of a certain pitch and all tuning forks, musical strings of that pitch in the room will vibrate .

We are tuned to God's pitch so when He strikes the cord of love we vibrate with his essence and become one with His melody of love.

He does draw us into his web of love and His Song of love kills the old, and gives life at the same time to the new. It's so beautiful.

George

He does draw us into his web

He does draw us into his web of love and His Song of love kills the old, and gives life at the same time to the new. It's so beautiful.

Beautifully put ((((George)))) So happy to (see) you posting!!

Much Love

Johanne's words draw love's story.

With God, Johanne. you sing of love's mystery

George

Come, sit with Me a while

They are all unique and this one fitted today thank you

Thank you, Morag. Bless you

Thank you, Morag. Bless you for posting. More, please!