Diane to God:

Dear God, You have the most glorious sense of humor! In the July 9 Heavenletter, You say, "Once again God saves the day"! I have noticed that the more I feel my connection to You, the more my sense of humor kicks in. When we hang out with You, we are just having a good time. It is so nice to come to You from this perspective rather than through suffering.

I am not worried anymore about the money for the wholistic institute we are going to this week! I trust the money will come in time. I look forward to my increased awareness of You.

Now about my question yesterday, what a beautiful answer you gave me! I need to be with it awhile, and I am so uplifted by these words.

One clarification please. You said Jesus' compassion was so great he could not see suffering? My picture of compassion is a heart totally open to another's suffering. I know You mean something different.

Thank You soooo much.

God to Diane:

The world sees suffering. Suffering is an attribute pasted on. Also passed on. Call suffering ignorance. Would Christ see ignorance? It is the greatest compassion to see My children as they are, not as they, in their ignorance, think they are.

So many of My children are caught in the past, as though what they have always thought must be what they continue to think, what their parents thought must be their thoughts, that what the world thinks must they think. The world says compassion is witnessing and taking on another's suffering. I say, Don't take it on. Don't see it. See truth. Communicate truth, not suffering. Uphold suffering? Concede to it? Give up truth for it?

I say, Erase suffering. Don't delineate it, analyze it, nor accredit it.

That is not the same as ignoring where someone is in his perception. But it is not to get caught in it. It is not lack of compassion to go beyond suffering to truth.

When a child cries over a toy fire truck broken or taken from him, you do not sit down and weep with him. You give him a hug, and you know that his suffering is not real. You know that the truck is a small thing in the lode of life. What he really wants is your love anyway. He wants a vision bigger than his own.

This you must give.

Certainly it does not have to be words.

Words may well not work. Probably won't. You cannot talk someone out of his hold on suffering.

But commiseration, sympathy, and pity are poor things. Poor unfortunate substitutes for truth. Silence is better.

Where are you going to put your attention? Where are you? The other person has choice, has made a choice. You make yours. Where do you put your attention?

Put not your attention on suffering. Put your attention on the truth. My children are immersed in the ignorance of suffering. Suffering is a costume. Nothing more. One can choose to suffer or not. You can choose to wear suffering or to wear truth.

Do you suffer when it rains? You know the Sun is there, not revealed at the moment, but there. The Sun is shining. That is ultimate. Rain is temporary. Tears are like rains that fall. You cannot cry forever. Rain stops.

Cease to think that suffering is virtuous. It has no virtue beyond turning your attention to Me. But joy can bring you to Me faster. Which bus do you want to catch? The one called suffering or the one called joy? Which do you want to engender? Which do you believe in more?

When you weep with another, you are making your individuality supreme and are wasting your energy. I do not weep with My children. I make the Sun to shine instead.

If you are steeped in someone's suffering, how does that help him get out of it?

If you are at the bottom of the mountain, how do you teach someone else to climb? Get up and you can help someone else get up.

Which is bigger? Suffering or love? Suffering or vision? Feeling sorry for yourself or another is not big. It is enclosing. It is limiting. It is not a great thing to feel sorry for another. It is a small controlling thing.

How do you benefit another at the cost of your own hide, Diane? Give My love, not your own. Leave alone what was. It was. Let it be. Choose now. Be. Be. Pure being does not weep. Pure being knows only the beauty of itself expressed everywhere. Remember eternity. Remember the ocean does not weep for its waves that lap the shore, for it knows they come back.

I bless you for your question. Please do not feel that I berate you. I shake My children so they come out of reverie and remember truth. Do you understand what I am saying, Diane? The iodine I put on your wound stings for only a minute. Your question is everyone's. You spoke on behalf of everyone. I speak to everyone. You are a leader of truth-bringing. And I honor you.