The Way Plums Fall from Trees

God said:

I speak to all My children when I say you. You means every single one of you, the educated and the uneducated, the deaf, the mute, the renegade and the saint.

I speak of that special place within your heart that is eternal. It is the special essence that is called spirit, soul, Being, the Truth of You. This is not your hurt feelings at all. It is beyond feeling, although it is felt. You must know that you have an essence within you that is far more than solid Earth, solid mind, solid heart. The soul of you is far more than everything else put together, a hundred-thousand times over. It is silent. It is unseen, and yet it is the knowing part of you.

I have to say part, yet you must know, that the soul I speak of is far more than a part. It is the whole of you. It is the whole of existence. It is way more than the parade of you on Earth. It is existential. It is transcendent. The poets have spoken of it. Without your knowing the meaning in words, you know the meaning. You are awakened to the essence. The meaning does not have words. It surpasses words. It surpasses identification. It is essence. This is the level on which We communicate.

You hear My love. It vibrates. It vibrates the Earth. It vibrates you. The way plums fall from trees, you catch My love in words. My love pings in your heart, and you translate the pings into words that you know. You are a God-Sensor. You are an interpreter of My love, and you interpret My love in words. From deeper than language, you translate Me into words. You know Me beyond words. You hear Me in that secret silent place in your heart, and your mind translates My love into words. I speak a different language, you understand. I speak in the origin of language. The closest description of it would be a certain vibration, a hum. All of nature is aware of My hum. You are part of nature as much as the birds who interpret Me into song. You and every creature on Earth are interpreting Me all the day long and in dreams at night as well and all your life long on Earth.

You may think of your interpreting My love as looking for Me, seeking Me, searching for Me, wanting to get to know Me when you know Me so well all along. You are looking for another level of Me. A world level of Me, not a deeper level, for you know Me very well to the depths of your toes. Everyone knows Me. Every newborn, every child, every man and woman, everyone you know and everyone you don’t know, know Me. The masses know Me. No one could exist without knowing Me. It is just that on the more surface level that you are not quite able to grasp Me, for, of course, I am ungraspable.

However, I know you. I know you deeply. Love knows love. I AM love, and yet I am love beyond what your mind can encircle as love. I am the Lovable. I am the Knowable, and yet you think I am the Unknown. Your mind thinks I am the Unknown. I cannot be found, really found, in the dictionary, for no one can describe Me on the level of the Earth Mind.

And, so, you are imbued with Me in that remarkable place within your heart, that place – I say place for want of a better word – where I always am, and where you are, too, indelibly Mine.

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You have Always been the...

Dear Lord,

For so long we have feared to peer into Your divine eyes. Afraid to see what lies behind Your Divine Sight. For so long we have been terrified to hear what You hear. Terrified because we sure we don't hear all the beautiful Things You hear. Dear Father, for so long we have feaered to Embrace All that You embrace - the entire universe in your Heart. We have been afraid, scared to know Your Love, Your grace, in fear that You may not wish to Know us. Or in fear that if You know us, You may not Love All You know of us. Your beautiful heaven letter today has taught me Loving Father that from the very beginning You have not only known us but You have always been known to Us. We have always been seeing through your vision, hearing with your ears, feeling through your sense and Loving through your heart. You are the essence of who we are and why we are Here... and yet we are unaware of this. We live through You, with You, In Your heart. There is no separation, whether it be time, distance or silence. Any perceive separation or emptiness is the fine line between reality and illusion - separation being the illusion and oneness being the reality. Dear Lord, in your shadow of Love, reside we always following Your heart shaped Shadow of Light.

Please keep us aware of Your foot step... please carry us when we have no strength to walk and please be our voice when we have non to sing.

Lovingly and Happily, Dear Lord

love and light

Dear Kaye, you are one of

Dear Kaye,
you are one of the beautiful voices of God.

I find this Heavenletter

I find this Heavenletter quite disturbing. It sounds, at least at the moment, as if there are no pathways between what is called the special essence and the parade of you on Earth, it seems to speak of unresolvable duality. On the level of essence, everything is known to us, including our oneness with God; on the level of the parade, almost nothing that is of any consequence is known. And the twain, it seems, shall never meet because mind is eternally unable to grasp essence. There is a "place" where we are indelibly God's, but on the more surface level, this cannot be known. Then why live a human life of hopeless separation that will only end with the undoing of that life?

In different words, this has been said before:
 
You are at a distance from life. Even when life overwhelms you, you are observing it. You are smack in the middle of it, and yet you are a watcher on the sidelines. You watch your life. Your life moves, but you are immovable. It is as if you stand on the shore.
 
Even when you are in a frenzy, there is a part of you that is still, rolls over and says Ho-hum.
 
Your state of excitation happens as if without your participation … You watch yourself as in a mirror. Despite all that you observe happening, nothing is happening. You are stillness observing motion.

http://www.heavenletters.org/the-splendor-of-your-self.html
 
If the reality of this Ho-hum part, the "watcher on the sidelines," cannot be seen or remembered in the illusion of embodiment, than why have that illusion in the first place? Okay, as long as it is enjoyable in itself, fine. But what if not? After reading these two Heavenletters, I cannot help seeing life as a deeply meaningless experience. No wonder some of us sometimes long for it to end.

Jochen's in a frenzy:

Jochecn's words spells "plumb pudding" that's too hot to eat right at the moment.
All Jochen needs to do is look at his thumb.
There it is on his thumb, the plumb of God's deeper voice.

George

"I cannot help seeing life

"I cannot help seeing life as a deeply meaningless experience."

I cannot agree more with you, Jochen. This is a very lucid conclusion. And we can put an end to it. What if we modified the conclusion in saying: "I cannot help seeing life in separation as a deeply meaningless experience."?

Then the whole perspective changes. We are probably the only planet in the Universe where the experience of separation was made. We probably wanted to prove that even if we cut off completely (apparently) from our Source, as far as we could go, we would have the means to come back.

Angels never left the comfortable surrounding of God. They never missed it. We experimented what it is to be cut from light, love, peace, serenity and security. Now that we are coming back, we are rich of a unique experience. And the result of this experience enriches the experience of the Universe. All the Universe will benefit from it. It is part of extending God's Kingdom. We can say that through earthy life we have translated the meaningless into the meaningful.

meaning

"I cannot help seeing life in separation as a deeply meaningless experience".
Yes, ten thousand yes, Normand and I think that the deep realization of it is the pivotal point, because from that moment you start your journey back.

Normand, precious Normand there is nothing but life!

"I AM that I YAM, that's all that I am." Spoken by one of our mythic folk heroes, a Sailor man.

Human life is just a MASK that conceals the spirit of who we are and always have been. This LIFE is the only LIFE that has meaning. For heaven sake, read Heaven Letters to learn that this LIFE is us "as we live and move and have our BEING in God." "Don't look here or there, the Kingdom, the KING and His entourage are in you." It is all of you. There is nothing more than this. To want more than this glory is to want mythological lies and can lead us to unending script that leads to a cow jumping over the moon.

George

This sounds pretty close,

This sounds pretty close, wise one, oldest and youngest of us. You see, sometimes, even increasingly, everything (including Heavenletters) looks as if covered in paper dust, itching in the eye, smelling musty, rustling. Separation, mask, spirit, meaning, kingdom, god, delusion, ego, you name those dust collectors.

It all comes down to a sense of being led up the garden path.

Cant' be that there are masks, can't be that there is untruth. That is a novel, pure fabulation. And when there's no juice left in it, you close the book. Closing the book means you've decided you know or no one does.

Precious Jochen I know me better than you.

Tell me do I mean that I know me better than I know you or better than you know me?
What I remember best is the the last sentence of the last page of the last book or Heaven Letter I just read.. Come to think of it, I have just opened a new book but the last one lies open, a little dusty, and I have some notes about it if I could find them.

I know that you know what you know better than others know what you know. You use words so well to tell what it is that you don't know or wished that you did.

How clearly you discern that my old head loves the garden and the path. To me it seems like the path "less traveled." I suppose TRUTH is something we should know, but thinking the way my rusty old brain thinks, I'm convinced that THRUTH is meaningless if it isn't home grown in the quiet place of looking inward rather than at some external definition that seems right to lots of other people. One thing I do know is that Heaven Letters reaches higher for me than Grapes of Wrath. I love the way you and Normand have such clear ways of looking at the question. It gives LIGHT!

George, full of thanks to you Jochen

Wonderful, we are coming

Wonderful, we are coming even closer, closer to admitting that we have no way of knowing the experience of another and, as yet, no way of even wanting to. Closer to not insinuating motives any more, closer to not giving explanations and interpretations any more, closer to not secretly judging or feeling more right any more, closer to not putting on a knowing smile any more. Everyone will take courage to speak their heart exactly as it wants to be spoken, knowing their words will be received and accepted whether "meaningful" or "right" in the ears of others or not. After our personal big bang of birth, our stories and experiences differ vastly and so do our views about just everything except sweet buns. Some never had a sweet bun world, some were expelled or expelled themselves. One of the things we can do even without Heavenletters and could have done for millennia is to say: I don't quite understand what you say, but before seeing differently, I love your saying it.

Indeed George, there is

Indeed George, there is nothing but life. But why do we need daily and hourly reminders about that if not because, as Jochen beautifully puts it "everything (including Heavenletters) looks as if covered in paper dust, itching in the eye, smelling musty, rustling." Even if illusions are only illusions, they have existence in that they are thoughts, but they are parasitical ones and they hide in dust as well as in mold.

So undoing goes with reminding just as we have to clean ourself everyday.

And, George, you have always been giving us a living example of undoing in all your posts especially undoing the sense of pain, loss , separation, and death. When we remove the dust and the mold from our cover, Life and nothing but Life shines in all its splendor.

Thank you dearest one. Thank you dearest Jochen.

Normand lights a candle to light my way.

My little fat mother made sweet buns that made my young heart drool with pictures in my mind of what they would taste like covered with butter in my dirty hands headed in the direction of my watering mouth. Oh how those illusions faded at the first bite! The second showed me I was right. This was truth only to George. George can only know his truth as TRUTH. George hasn't learned how to see into the minds of brilliant men who know more truth than I can imagine. But that's their truth. Sure I change oil in my car every 3,000 miles because the manuel says that I should. That's one kind of truth.

My doctor just took me off chemo because my cancer now is in remission and George is free to move around the country. That's another kind of truth. Yes it's different than the kind of truth I felt as I sang my parting love song to my beloved wife as she left my arms for His or something. Heaven Letters spoke a kind of truth then that made me deeply sigh and rest in the kind of Life that Gloria was writing about. Now your words bring me joy along with understanding. Thanks dear Normand!

George

The Way Plums Fall From Trees

Beautiful post! Words are inadequate to describe the experience. For me, I come to know it in the quiet of the morning when much of the world is still asleep. I know it when I watch the elk grazing in the meadow, the heron standing silently and patiently at the edge of the creek. I even know it when the coyotes' howl make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I know it when I hold my grandson in my arms and when I share a meal with a good friend.

THE WAY PLUMS FALL FROM TREES

Dearest Maestro, I do love the way you speak to us this morning in words that speak with A Supreme Love that says "I love you
whether you on Earth are a renegade, a rogue, an educated person or uneducated, the deaf and/ or the mute." That alone says I AM
LOVE BEYOND LOVE YOU'VE KNOWN IN THIS WORLD. YOU say we are God-Sensors. Yesterday YOU said that Your Love
is Beyond Description in any dictionary. There MUST BE A TRUE SILENT HUSH IN HEAVEN that is OF YOUR RADIANT-SUNLIGHT
HEART. YOU say "from deeper than language, you translate ME into words".

How exquisite that the little birds know how to translate YOU into songs we love to hear. I see birds perched in trees in the rain
and it may be not only cold but terribly wet all around them, and they still sing their song of YOU. What a tribute to GOD and GODS
CREATION! IT STARTLES US TO STOP AND KNOW SOMEHOW THAT EVERY NEWBORN, EVERY CHILD, EVERY MAN
AND WOMAN ON EARTH -KNOWS YOU. YOU SAY KO ONE COULD EXIST WITHOUT KNOWING YOU !!! THIS IS AN EXHILARATING THOUGHT TO PONDER. IT MEANS HEAVEN IS HERE AND NOW. The Love of God is Mighty in its Strength!!!

There IS a place in my heart that Holds YOUR LOVE and where I am undeniably YOURS! Why would anyone ever think HE SHE
could FORGET YOU FOR AN INSTANT. IF EVERY INSTANT IS SACRED AND HOLY, IT MUST EXIST IN THE HEAVENLY NOW
which is beyond all the past or any of the imagined future. We shall all become poets, it seems to me, just contemplating this idea.

This post is not from me. It is from Barbara in Oregon.

Dear Gloria,

This is a post regarding recent Heavenletters and how appropriate they have been to my life’s present circumstances. Our family has just suffered the loss of a 25 year old beautiful being,Tyler, who was my nephew. Grappling with the mystery of a young, vital person’s human life being stopped so abruptly, God’s words the past few days have been comfortingly on the very subject of Who we Really are. Thank you for being the Messenger and devoting your life to lifting up all of ours. I appreciate so much having you and Heaven in my life.

Love, Barbara

Barbara, as you write to

Barbara, as you write to tell us about this, Tyler’s passage affects us all. I feel it. What is a gain for Tyler feels like a loss to the rest of us.

It is a mystery. Life and death are both mysteries. And very humbling.

Just so everyone who comes here knows, it was Barbara and her husband who made the Heaven CD possible in their sound studio in Oregon. Both Barbara and her husband are special friends of mine. They are always here for Heavenletters and for me.

There are beautiful people in this world. I am so glad to have you in my life, Barbie.

P.S. I am also going to post your comment on the Heavenletter forum where more people can find it and will comment. God bless you.

Dear Friends, Barbara posted this on the blog. I took the liberty of moving it over here. I never post for other people but this time I did.

I'm also sending you

I'm also sending you Heavenletter #1372 In Memoriam to Sandy Hessler Published on: August 19, 2004

to breing love to eny one

dear God heavenley father,
when i was chaild i learn to know you i already fell love with you
and that love it always in my heart, in my mind
and that what i feel love i have to breing to the other to share them
from you that all i can do her in the earth
to breing love to eny -one,

Carmen pulled out a Plumb today!

Carmen's love is so sweet and open. She's God's plumb pudding.

George

God stuck in His Thumb and pulled out a plumb.

We love this little limerick that tells us what life with God is like.
We can't help but vibrate with his Vibrations but it helps to read Heaven Letters to know how the "Stick in the thumb and pull out a Plumb."

We are told in a thousand ways about the vibrations that make us know who we are tuned into. It turns out that the Tree of Life is filled with Plums just for us. Think about it! It's like lightening that goes right inside.

George

About words, perception and interpretation

We are always amazed how in Heavenletters God's hums can be received with their full vibrations when they are translated into words we know. Those words are in-spired because they are breathing, they are injected with the breath of God's Love and Knowledge.

In the animal, vegetal and mineral realms, as well as in the microscopic and macroscopic universes, it seems that God's hummings are received integrally without being decoded or translated by the mind through its memorized words. Love and Knowledge penetrate into them directly without any translation. It is obvious then that Knowledge, as Truth or as Love, does not need to be ex-plained. Words are meant to define, explain or make. After all, words are acoustic or graphical symbols, and they are containers and pointers to something else they are not.

Why then do we need to receive God's hums through their translation into words? Perhaps because words were invented with separation. And with separation came perception. It is only with separation that we became judgmental and perception is inherently judgmental. No one has been sure of anything since. And words have been carrying with them our judgmental perceptions.

Separation has brought confusion in our mind, consequently also in the words we use. One thing we can be sure of is that we can speak from the spirit or from the ego, as we choose. If we speak from spirit, and do not accept a split identity, then we have chosen to be what we really are, that is I am. Words that come from the spirit will always be inspired and will reflect Knowledge and convey the meaning without interpretation. And these words can translate God's hum.

But when we choose to speak from the ego, we are starting to interpret the meaning and we know that this is always open to error because it refers to the perception of meaning. Ego’s words are de-spiring. Such incongruities are the result of attempts to regard oneself as separated and unseparated at the same time.

What differenciates God's use of words from our own use of them is that we separate the method and the content in the relative world. For example, we confuse the word 'create' and the word 'make'. The word 'make' is typically representative of the separation of method and content, especially in our making of objects and in thinking science. The word ‘make’ comes out of a specific sense of lack or need. A perceived lack is tacitly implying that we believe in separation. But the word 'create' cannot be used in the separate world. It's translation in the separate world is inventiveness, ingenuity. But it has nothing to do with the abstract creativity of God's creations. We could say that 'making' through ingenuity or inventivenenss is totally divorced from Knowledge. When God creates He does not need ingenuity.

When God speaks to us He does not separate the method from the content. He creates. To create He hums. In the humming is the perfect fusion of the method and the content. The Word then is the Verb that creates. Furthermore, God speaks only in timelessness. What is timeless is also eternally changeless. Human knowledge seems to increase, yet it only changes. Knowledge never changes yet it increases. It does not change by increase (like « cumulative » human knowledge) because it was forever created to increase.

The only « translation » that God operates in us is to translate the useless into the useful, the meaningless into the meaningful, and the temporary into the timeless.

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Beloved Normand, as with

Beloved Normand, as with many posts on this forum, this one has overwhelmed me. I am in awe.

I must say that the comments on Heavenletters often seem like God's continuation of the Heavenletter itself. Have we not heard that God is everywhere?

George often tells us to reread Heavenletters. George, do you also agree that many of the comments here also call out for rereading? Lots of deep stuff on this forum.

Do we have a book or more than one that makes good use of comments here? Of course, Heavenletters can stand alone. They are primary. And yet so many comments have also opened my eyes and heart. I am grateful.

Dear Gloria, we are so

Dear Gloria,
we are so grateful to have the opportunity of posting. It is a priceless privilege, a training ground, and such a precious one. Whose giving and whose receiving? Everyone.

By the way, I wrote :"In the animal, vegetable and mineral realms". But, of course I meant: "In the animal, VEGETAL and mineral realms"! Next time I will ask Pinksandle to proof me!

Hmm, I fixed one typo for

Hmm, I fixed one typo for you, dear Normand. I do that for everyone when I possibly can. Oops, I thought I fixed a typo. Did you mean to write VEGETAL? Is that a word? Tell me, and I'll put it back the way it was.

vegetal and vegetable

I am sure Normand didn't mean "the realm of salads", but "the plant world".

I really love fennel and

I really love fennel and chayote, dear Emilia. They make excellent salads, you know that.

From total wonder in the

From total wonder in the Heavenletter, to awe from the inspired writing in Heavenreader comments, I'm delighted to find dessert in Emilia's unique sense of humor!

Yes, dear Gloria, I meant

Yes, dear Gloria, I meant vegetal. As an adjective, it is the same as is french, except with the accents: "végétal". In french, it can also be a noun.

Gloria asks me to Agree with God's choice....

I love the way Normand uses such beautiful words and the way Jochen agrees or disagrees. And Precious Carmen expresses the Breath of God so sweetly, and You Gloria let the Word Come fresh from the Throne of Love. Yes, yes, yes, we should read and reread the Heaven Letters and the Forum many times in our walk up the Golden Ladder into God's MIND and HEART.

George.

 

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