The Ladder That Reaches Heaven

Heavenletter #3709 Published on: January 20, 2011
God said:

From the valleys of your heart comes love. Love springs up. It arises of its own accord. Love needs no mastering. Love needs to be allowed to be. This welling up of your heart is the easiest thing in the world unless you order love around. Of course, you have been ordering it around. You have told love where to go and where not to go, how to swim around the shoals, when to be false and when to be true, when to be bold and when to be hidden. When it comes to love, you have directed traffic. Don’t be a traffic cop when it comes to love.

Most of My children and many of you here who read My words have fears about being hurt, fears about being loved for a while and then loved no longer, or fears that your love will become a runaway, and that you will have to follow. Love will make you get up from the chair you sit on. It is not other’s love to and for you that are your concern. Nor is your own heart’s love to be a concern. Let love be what it is.

Once again, I remind you that love and attachment are two different things. Love lets go. Attachment holds on to another’s love as if your very life depended on it. You don’t have to receive love from other human beings. You have to give love. You have to let your love roll.

What if you give a smile to everyone you see today, the people whom you already know and the people you are seeing for the first time? What if you give love impartial? Impartial love is very good. Love everyone according to your love, not their love. Love is meant to have a life of its own. It is not meant to possess nor to be possessed. Love is meant to fly its own flag. Oh, to love without attachment. Letting go is such an accomplishment. Freeing your love is such an accomplishment. Freeing is not withdrawing. Love, once given, is. Love, not given, is remorseful. Never deny love again.

Why is your need so great to be a special love, a favored love, a notable love? Love given to another is still love given to you. Love, by its very nature, is shared. It is communal. It is universal. Love is not like a teabag that is meant for one cup. Love is more like a shining star that shines on all those who look up at it. Love never has to rub its eyes. Love sees clearly with its eyes of love. Love is a strong-winged bird that flies. Love needs no target. There is the pure joy of love much like the pure love of flying. When you have wings, how can you not fly? When you have love, how can you not give it? Donate your love to the Universe.

Love is not money to be counted. Love is a gold coin that reaches everyone everywhere. There is no such thing really as a drop of love. Or, if there is such a thing as a drop of love, it is potent. It is very potent. Love has the strength of a giant, the free-flow of a whale, and the light of the sun. Love is the water you splash in. Love belongs to all. Splash more. Splash high, and splash low. Splash.

Love is the Ocean and the Tide of the Ocean. How natural is love. Love does not evaporate. Love goes on and on. It is the ladder to and from Heaven. Climb on it.

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Biography of a Cop

On January 20th, 2011 Jochen (not verified) says:

This welling up of your heart is the easiest thing in the world unless you order love around. Of course, you have been ordering it around. You have told love where to go and where not to go, how to swim around the shoals, when to be false and when to be true, when to be bold and when to be hidden. When it comes to love, you have directed traffic.

The education of a love-traffic cop is a subtle one, so subtle that the word love doesn't even occur during the training which, by the way, begins before the word "love" makes any sense. It is accomplished by the best and most effective method of teaching there is, teaching by example. And when you graduate, you have no idea why you love here and not there, why you love cats, say, but not humans or only select ones and only under prescribed conditions. You have learned all the reasons why, you have learned to believe in them, and nothing ever made you suspect that all the reasons are wrong.

Suddenly you are sixty. You have heard quite a few love teachings in the meantime, Pollyanna ones and sophisticated ones and spiritual ones and all of them not too convincing. Then someone says, "Hey, it's a good thing to love what you love – nature, chocolate – but don't you know that love is One and it's not possible for love to be here and not there? Trying to direct it has been the one thing that has made your life difficult, draining and sad. Nothing else has. All the other explanations were pretense and lie. Sorry."

Just a few years of protesting and railing later, you start accepting that your life has been for the birds inasmuch as you spent it barking up the wrong tree. A little later, you don't mind any more. You feel you know better now what it was you wanted all along. Maybe you will find it, and if you do, all those "lost" years will be nothing.

Just stop now, officer. Get off that intersection. Tear your service reagulations and just walk away into the sunset.

Jochen sure told that traffic officer how to stand.

On January 20th, 2011 George Mon... says:

Love takes so many forms. When I was little my mother occasionally used a fly swatter handle on my bare legs. I'd dance to her tune and soon she'd come with a sweet role or a pan to lick. Both formed love because of intent.

The excruciating pain of child birth is love in that form. Whew, you should see God when He's in labor, birthing us!

George

Isn't it the case huh

On January 20th, 2011 Johanne says:

Isn't it the case huh Jochen? Somehow I suspect that the LOVE God is telling us about is the One that emanates from Him much greater than a mother's love, this Divine LOVE is ALL encompassing. I have had moments of awareness but then life brings me back to earth reality where I can be walking and feel alone and afraid. In my mind there is still a level of confusion. Why is it there? Why the lingering? And here is where my energy fizzles into low-grade depression. Then it's off to work I go giving the very best I can give. Seems like too many days and too much time running this wheel. Is there a reason for it? Maybe to build compassion toward my fellow man who is probably going thru something similar. Once my problem is resolved, I can help him with his!?

Blessings to HeavenLetter readers and ALL,
Johanne

Dear Johanne, yes I think

On January 20th, 2011 Berit says:

Dear Johanne, yes I think you can help your brothers and sisters once it is over....I know those moments too and as for me, I have them when I think of me, of how my life is going and all that, when I think of others and how to love and join their hearts I am so fine.

sweetest blessings to you and a big big hug.
Berit

"From the valleys of your

On January 20th, 2011 Berit says:

"From the valleys of your heart comes love. Love springs up. It arises of its own accord. Love needs no mastering. Love needs to be allowed to be."

Nothing to add.

much love to all.
Berit

Berit can't add.

On January 20th, 2011 George Mon... says:

Berit says it so no addition is needed.

George

Love is a Noun? Verb? Participle? Adjective?

On January 20th, 2011 George Mon... says:

Love isn't a part of speech, Love is a part of God.

It's form comes from how you use it.

That's kind of like speech; it really takes form by the way it's used.

That's sort of how God functions. Think about it.

George

 

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