The Finder and the Found

God said:

Come into My heart. Come right now. How do you find My heart? You will find it in yours, deep within. Probably not on the surface, beloveds. You may find that you have to wander your way to Me. You will have to let go of some other ideas before you dig up the One Who Dwells in Your Heart.

You dig, and then old ideas get in your way. Release those old ideas, and you will find Me deep within your heart. You will find Me calmly waiting for you to find Me.

This is no hide-and-seek game, beloveds. I do not hide, yet you may have to seek. This is no peek-a-boo. I am in plain sight, only you may not be looking for Me and you do not see, or even when you are looking, you may not see. You are looking for your glasses which you are already wearing. Beloveds, I am so intimate to you.

It is like this: Before you prepare supper, you have to think of what you want to make.

Consider Me the supper. Think of Me, and then the preparations begin. Thinking of Me is like a button you press that turns the oven on. Or the computer! Whatever button you press, you have turned it on. You have started the process. From then on, the search is pretty much automatic. Of course, at some point, you enter into the fray. At some point, you see you have what you want. The oven temperature is right. Your computer made its search, and here I AM. You are the finder and I am the Found. And yet I was never lost. I didn't have to be found. I just had to be noticed. And yet you had to sort through everything to find Me.

I discovered you long ago. Actually, I created you. I didn't have to look for you. I have known all along exactly where you are, and that was exactly where I AM. I AM where you are, and you are where I AM.

At least now you know where you are going. The search for God is on. You have set out on an adventure of a lifetime. You are in the middle of the adventure now, or, rather, you are at that precious place where you find the treasure you are seeking. At the moment when you find a treasure, it is always easy. Especially when the treasure is I, for I have always been right in front of you and everywhere else.

When it comes to Me, you cannot miss. I pop up all the time. I am speaking to you right now. In whatever way you came across these words of Mine, you are reading or hearing them now. They are yours now. They belong to you. These words have always been deep in your heart. You had some sense of them. You heard without hearing. You read without reading. You saw without seeing. You knew Me without knowing.

I have been ever present, and you have been ever present with Me. In that case, there is no story to tell, or there is your story to tell, and your story and My story are linked, and, therefore, Our story is the Greatest Story there is.

This One Story is packed in many ways. One of My children's stories has a blue cover. Another green, and a multitude of colors in between. And yet, the inside, the very inside, is the same. There is no variation. God is One. And you are One. We are One and the Same.

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I am in plain sight

If Oneness is, otherness is not. Strangely, mind can only perceive and understand things as something else. This keyboard, the chair I'm sitting on, the itch I'm scratching, the trees outside the window. Mind reads "elseness" into everything, whereas in reality this keybord is the same isness I am, it is I. Mind is the divider, and it's nice to have the sun shine on me instead of the shining and the "Ahhh!" being one and the same undifferntiated thing. It's nice to savor this cup of finest high-grown Nilgiri tea as something out there and then in here. Yes, relative reality, mind-made reality, is nice. But if you look for God (Oneness, Silence, Love ...), don't use mind. It can only see "outside" and "other". Whatever does not have the touch and feel of I, cannot be God. Whatever seems "somewhere else", even somewhere else in some vague inner space, is not God. We will have to use faculties we are not so familiar with. And we sometimes do so spontaneously when suddenly for the shortest moment something else isn't "else" any more. Are we meant to have both, Oneness and "elseness"?

Sorry friends, this just popped out. I don't even know wheter it really makes sense or not.

Makes sense to me, Jochen.

Makes sense to me, Jochen. Remembering it is the tricky part.

It sure does makes sense

It sure does makes sense Beloved Jochen, as I like to say there is only knowing. I like to think there is only Oneness but as I haven't quite fathomed it yet I can understand your question.

No apologies necessary.

Namasté

In ONENESS ETERNALLY!

IN ONENESS WHOLENESS N COMPLETENESS , WITH JOY , LUV N GRATITUDE FOR AFFIRMING THE TRUTH !

I arrived at Heaven...

Dear Gloria

I arrived here at heaven ... on the 11th of last month
after reading heaven letters, for a while ... on spirit library
each day since ... i have felt uplifted ... sometimes to tears
so as a thank-you ... i gave a donation
in gratitude for my daily helping of heaven ...
thanks again Gloria for uplift my heart & the hearts of many ... there is nothing more i could ask of you ...
awareness peace & love
Shikha

THE FINDER AND THE FOUND

DEAR GOD, YOU ARE THE FINDER AND THE FOUND. I AM THE FINDER AND THE
FOUND. YOU ARE THE POET AND POETRY.

I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SEE THE POEM IN A PARTICULAR CHILD OF YOURS NAMED CATHERINE. I HAVE FELT MOSTLY HOSTILITY WHEN I'M IN HER PRESENCE. I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY. IT MUST BE THE WAY I FELT FOR SO MANY YEARS ABOUT MY MOTHER. ALL I REMEMBERED WAS THAT SHE TOLD
ME I DROVE HER CRAZY. THOSE WORDS WERE LOCKED IN MY HEART. THAT'S
ALL I REMEMBERED HER SAYING IN GREAT ANGER AND IMPATIENCE OVER AND OVER SHE TOLD ME THAT.

THERE MUST BE SOME POETRY IN HER. YOU KNOW OF IT, THEREFORE I AM
OBLIGED TO REALIZE IT'S THERE. I RELEASE HER TO YOU TODAY AND
EVERY DAY AHEAD.
I WANT TO STOP JUDGING THIS WOMAN. SHE SEEMS TO HAVE A MOCKING WAY
AND I WANT TO OVERLOOK THAT. PERHAPS I AM THE MOCKING ONE. I WANT
TO BE THE JUDGE ONLY OF THE POETRY OF HER LIFE. THANK YOU FOR
ALLOWING ME TO BE THE FINDER AND THE POETRY FOUND EVERYWHERE.

Mother's Day:

To have a MOTHER who is also a FATHER is part of our divine story that Gloria shares with us. A story we love to read about, hear about, but mostly live as part of the great unbroken circle of eternal life. How nice our consciousness is broken into now and then with the light of this new way of thinking. My thanks to The Mother who lets FATHER tell us of HIS love in these sweet Letters.

George missing his darling who was one of the best MOTHERS

I too don't know, George who

I too don't know, George who for sure is one of the best fathers, how all these little pictures that insist on being seen fit into the big one. Perhaps remembering things past isn't just clinging but really an intuition that all, all, is here and now, an eternal embrace of everyone and everything, closer than we dare to imagine. What's the American Indian name for that? I believe we know it. Let's speak it.

Jocken's like a chalk board

We are the chalk board and Jocken does the writing. He asks who's the best father.
I know of only one FATHER and one MOTHER WHO merge in the oneness Jocken speaks of above.
The hereness and NOWness blend into our holy instant and we become divine awarness.
This is fun but it makes my head spin.

George a bit dizy

2 Heavenletter Haikus for

2 Heavenletter Haikus for you

Hello Friends,

God said think of Me
And the search for God is on
Right inside of you

God said We are One
I have been ever present
Where you are I Am

Love, Light and Aloha!