The God of Love

Heavenletter #3613 Published on: October 16, 2010
God said:

Who wrote the poem about the lilies? Did I write it? Did you? Did the lilies themselves? And who realized that it was a poem, an ode to love, and read it out loud? From whose heart did this ode come? And who is the reader, the poet, and the recipient of the poem? And who is not? Written for one, it is written for all. And all hearts wrote it.

The world lifts its head the way the petals of the lily lift themselves the better to see you. Your simple act of noticing the lilies in all their sensate beauty fills the world with love, with love to and with love from. There is not a day on Earth that is not Valentine’s Day. I am the God of Love, and each day I present you with bouquets from My heart to yours. I ask you to accept My love and make it yours, this, My love for you. I present One Bouquet to everyone. I miss no one. No matter how you may hide from Me, or think you are not noticed, each and every day I present you bouquets of My love.

Look around you. Look. Seek and ye shall find, and yet you don’t even have to seek. You just have to look. Look to see the love you are surrounded with. Look to see the candy canes I have hung up for you. Look. See. Absorb the love that is yours to receive and is yours to give in one full swoop. There are roundelays of love.

Love is not singled out for one alone. Love is given to all. There is no narrowing of the gift of love. Love is a basketball tossed back and forth by all the players. Love is yours to catch. Every day you are given this opportunity to be the beneficiary of love and the bestower of it. There is no difference. Love received or love given, it is the same. The thing is that love is circulated. It bounces from one to another. It bounces to and fro all. Hail to the great sport called love. Love is all there is, and you have all of it.

Love is not apportioned to you. It is not weighed and measured. There is no counting. Simply, all of love is given to you each moment. You might as well take a look, but don’t examine it. Receive love and toss it up in the air and let it fall where it may, and where it falls is everywhere all at once.

Love is not bandied about. Love is too great for that. Love is strewn across the Universe. Actually, there is no strewing because love fills the Universe. There is no place where love is not, so how can love be strewn? And yet that is the metaphor I use, so throw love to your heart’s content and receive love which never goes out of style. The same love that originated you is ongoing. It is yours now.

It is not that you have a share of it. It is that you have all of it. You have all the love in the world. You have all the love conceived in the Heart of God and conceived in the mind of man. Conceive well, beloveds. Accept that which has always been yours. All love is meant for you. All My love is given to you. Accept. Accept all My love and know it is yours. It is for you, and it is yours to keep. It is a funny thing about love. You keep it by giving it away. The more you give love, the more of it you have.

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On October 16th, 2010 Emilia says:

"Look. See. Absorb..." and one day...soon...maybe now, you will take one last breath, so deep in your lungs, and you will become the breath of the Universe.

Emilia George says thanks sweet One!

On October 17th, 2010 George Mon... says:

The Universe heard your heart cry out: Look, See, Absorb and it blew a breath of life's deeps meaning deep in my heart. Thank you sweet one.

Beloved George, get me

On October 17th, 2010 Gloria Wen... says:

Beloved George, get me Barbara's email address. Or ask her to email me. Read my posts to you, dear one. Love, Gloria

Gloria, beloved:

On October 17th, 2010 George Mon... says:

Barbara's email is

this is how I write to her. Today I asked for her home address and I'll send that too.
I'll try again to send you her letter to me and perhaps it will have the right information:
Hi,

when I was a senior in high school in 1973, I had a problem getting along with my history teacher, Mrs. Kestenbaum. The solution that my guidance counselor came up with, was that I would complete my senior history on what they call independent study. You were gracious enough to let me use your office for my independent study. So basically, every day instead of going to my history class, I went to your office. Many days you were in your office, and we would talk about many things. One of them was that I always felt I was going to die when I was 25. You did I Ching with me, and after observing the results, you felt it indicated that I was not going to die when I was 25, but rather I would be stricken with an illness. You also seemed to think this illness would disappear, or be cured, when I was in my 60s.

This is where it really gets spooky. I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis when I was 25. Within three years I needed to use a wheelchair for mobility. I did at that point continued to have full use of my hands, and if I was laying down, I could move my legs. Through the years the MS has Gado worse, to the point I cannot use my hands or move my legs. When I eat I open my mouth and somebody puts food in it! I assure you I am not complaining, I have had, and continue to have a wonderful life. I have done many awesome things since being disabled, including getting married to a man that has never known me to walk, writing a cookbook (yes, I became quite the cook), having a son now 24 years old, living in California and Hawaii.

I think that when you were my human relations teacher, we read a book in the class called waiting for Godot. This book had a life-changing affect on me that I feel has made me who I am today. Back in your office we had many discussions about life and how to live it.

I don't know if you will remember this , but I made you a statue of a headless and armless man when I was in Mr. Von Bidle's art class, out of clay that I coated with lead.

I have often thought of you, and the intuitive way you looked at life. I actually am looking forward to getting into my 60s, to see if what you predicted may actually happen. Well you know what they say, there is always hope.

As I remember more, I will definitely share it with you, if you are interested.

It looks like I've been your year long enough for now, so on that note I will say thank you, I love you, and take care.

Love,
Barbara

PS, two type I use speech recognition and to control my mouse I use a hands-free touchpad which I control with my chin. They both work great, I am so lucky.

Gloria dear I put her email address in the usual format and it shows up when I hit edit but goes away when I send it. with out the little pointy things it is killer-b [at] ec [dot] rr [dot] com If I have to I'll mail it to your home address.

THE GOD OF LOVE

On October 16th, 2010 mary moon (not verified) says:

DEAREST MAESTRO, GOD OF EVER ABOUNDING LOVE, TRULY,

YOUR HEART IS FOREVER BOUNCING LOVE TO ALL OF US AND THAT MAKES US UNDERSTAND THE ONENESS OF
OURSELVES. AND I AM IN LOVE WITH THE IDEA THAT EVERY DAY TO YOU, AND NOW TO US, IS VALENTINES'S DAY.

WHAT A SUBLIME GIFT TO BE THE BENEFICIARY AND THE BESTOWER OF LOVE AT ONCE. WHAT A GREAT FEELING
TO DRINK IT IN WITH EVERY BREATH AND FEEL THE EQUANIMITY OF IT ! THE JOY IN IT ! IT'S A LOVELY THOUGHT
THAT IT'S LIKE A BASKETBALL AND THAT WE CAN TOSS AND LET IT FALL WHERE IT MAY. WE CAN TOSS IT HIGH AND
IT WILL BOUNCE AND BOUNCE AROUND AND BLESS EVERYONE WITH ITS BENEFICENCE.

YOU ASK US, "WHO WROTE THIS ODE TO LILIES?" YESTERDAY? - AND THEN YOU SAY, "YOU DID, GOD, AND WE DID,
CAUSE IT'S QUITE POETIC TO APPRECIATE THE LOVELY LOOK OF LILIES AND TO ALLOW THEIR PERFUME TO FILL THE
AIR WITHIN OUR HOMES WHERE WE CAN PLACE THEM IN A JAR OF WATER AND THE WHOLE HOUSE SMELLS LIKE
A LILY FIELD. THERE ARE, TO ME, FLOWERS WHOSE SCENTS ARE EVEN MORE EXQUISITE - LIKE LILACS AND
LAVENDER AND PEONIES AND ROSES AND JASMINE. THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT LILIES ARE SECOND CLASS
IN THE SCENT DEPARTMENT. THOSE ARE JUST A PERSONAL PREFERENCES.

DEAREST MAESTRO WE ARE SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL THE ODES AND SONNETS TO LOVE YOU SEND US , THAT MAKE OUR LIVES MORE GRACE FILLED EVERY DAY.

Mary Moon has the scent of a lilly

On October 16th, 2010 George Mon... says:

Mary, your words are the press that makes the lilies into perfume! His perfume.

George

Love can't do anything!

On October 16th, 2010 George Mon... says:

We wake up and were in love's spell, like it or not.

We make little noises that we call words to express the energy bubbling up inside where we don't look well enough to see what's happening there. We grunt "w a t e r " and think we explained the splattering of rain that feed a hungry earth. We mumble f o o d , but unless someone sticks something tasty in our mouth we remain hungry. We say love while hating someone who cut us off in traffic.

It's funny how we think that we think when it's only a blink or a stink but it does keep us thinking that we live and die. Such a silly dream. Such a small thing can change the dream to "real". Wow! Don't you love Him?

George

Amazing George

On October 16th, 2010 Berit says:

Oh yes, I love Him dear George and I love you and I love you beautiful heart. you made my heart miss beat with you words. "We say love..", yes I say love and I feel it's timelessness and it's inundating my heart and being while reading your posts. You expressed it excellently, I love every word you have written.

much love
Berit

Berit composes a song of love.

On October 17th, 2010 George Mon... says:

That missed beat came running to my heart to make it beat to the melody of your song as it mixed with the song of love racing through my heart to yours. How can love be so real? So beautiful. Thank you precious Berit.

I am the God of Love, and

On October 16th, 2010 Berit says:

I am the God of Love, and each day I present you with bouquets from My heart to yours. I ask you to accept My love and make it yours, this, My love for you.
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Simply, all of love is given to you each moment.

Awesome - amazingly beautiful.
much love
Berit

 

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