Today Is the Day for Love

God said:

Practice love. Have love on your mind. It is not that you have to get love right. Love is already right. It is right to love. Love is germane to life. Love to beat the band. Love is coming to you around every corner. Love will pop out at you.

The trees speak of love. The air you breathe speaks of love. And there is the sky above, and the unseen above the sky, and all the stars and the night and the day. Stop your busyness a moment, and you will hear love’s cry. In the stillness of a pause, love will alight on you. Love belongs to you. It belongs to you to give away love.

You are not a producer of love, you understand. You are a catcher of love, and you are the batter, too, who bats it over the fence and out of the field. Love can take its time. There is no timing love. There is just love, and you are the recipient of it and the giver of it all at once.

Give your love away. Do not be embarrassed. There is no reason to hold onto love as though it were the last rose of summer. Let love be a dandelion puff that you blow to the winds. Love will seed itself, and love will grow because of you. There is no end to love, and there is no end to the love in you.

Love is evident, yet you may not see it. A robin sings outside your window. You may not hear the robin sing, yet, without your hearing, the robin of love sings its song. There is no last song. The notes of love are passed from tree to tree, from robin to robin. There is a clarion call of love. Loud or silent, love speaks, love sings, and it sings for you. Love is calling you or thanking you. Love is right outside your window. Open the windows of your heart and let love in. Leave the windows open. There is no telling when love will rush to you. Open your eyes as well.

Upon whatever object or person your eyes fall, love it. Know you love it. Love the first rose of summer, and love the last rose of summer. Love the first snow, and love the last snow. Love is always beginning and twirling and encircling you. Your love spreads its myriad seeds everywhere, far and wide. There is no telling how far your love will reach. Actually, there is knowing. Your love will reach the furthest stars. Your love will boomerang. Your love will boomerang everywhere, and you will be catching love right and left. Keep your heart, your eyes, and your arms wide open.

Today is the day for love.

Today is the day for you to love, to just love, to love without objecting to love, love without an object, simply the process of letting loose love from your heart, apple blossoms from your heart, falling, falling everywhere, landing everywhere, lifting other hearts who may have closed for a moment. You are an awakener of hearts. Awaken away.

Like streetlights, let your love light go on. Don’t wait for the dark. Wait for nothing. Midnight or midday, let your light go on and stay on and your light never blinks for even one moment. Love is meant to stay on and never run out, only to multiply and become more light shining so that the light of love is brighter than the moon and brighter than the sun and brighter than anything else.

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I must talk about a very peculiar discovery. The discovery ist that Heavenletters on love and love and love can be strangely frustrating, even making me angry. My relationship with this word is clearly strained.

Why hang poor robin with a heavy golden medal that makes him fall from the tree while trying to simply sing, to sing just like that? Why make simple things difficult by using the most loaded word on earth for them? Furthermore, it seems to me that the biggest and most poisonous lies are told in the name of love. For me, the word only serves to soil and shrink the beautiful vastness and isness of all things and non-things. Using it casually is something I don't mind, but making it super meaningful by pounding it in again and again really gets on my nerves. All the most beautiful and precious things in life and beyond have their names, and, of course, it's wonderful to be able to say you love those things. But attaching that gleaming golden plaque next to everything does not increase the beauty, quite to the contrary.

For me, The trees do not speak of love. The air I breathe does not speak of love. Trees and air and robins and the skies and beyond speak of something that is too beautiful and deep and vast to be given a noble extra name that only drowns their own names and the namelessness of it all.

There probably is, in this love business, a message I'm not getting yet.

Today is the day for love.

I wish tody was the day for silence and unnamedness out of which nothing is pulled, out of which everything, the miraculous and the mundane, can emerge in its own way, telling its own name.

why not?

Why not? Why not making your world to our world without naming love what we nowadays call love? It is all about creation. Not about perception.

The unnamedness is giving names to the unnamedness - - through your lines and words and thoughts and expressions and deeds.

Theophil

Ah, beloved Jochen, before I

Ah, beloved Jochen, before I put up short quotes on Twitter, I read your posting.

These are the quotes from this Heavenletter I put up:

"There is no end to love, and there is no end to the love in you."

"Your love will reach the stars."

”Like streetlights, let your love light go on. Don’t wait for the dark. Wait for nothing."

Did we read the same Heavenletter?!!!

I imagine that you are on the cusp of a great breakthrough.

Jochen, you have a happy marriage. From where I sit, anyone who has a happy marriage knows all there is to know about love.

all there is to know about love

"Did we read the same Heavenletter?!!!"

This is such a nice and pertinent and obviously even funny question! Simple answer: No, I don't think that any two people read the same Heavenletter. Even one and the same person, now and a week from now, does not read the same Heavenletter.

And being in a happy marriage where hearts always flow together again even when minds grind against each other does not mean that all is known about love. It only means there are two roped climbers who want to find out together.

Your choice of of quotes is wonderful, of course. I would post Wait for nothing. It has that sense of imminence that can be felt but not named.

"poor robin"

Agree, agree, agree. Do you know ( well of course you don't ) that love has kept me away from "spirituality" for my entire life? I also suspected there was something seriously wrong with me. Now I am pretty sure love has nothing to do with all the meanings we attach to it ( and you know it ). So why to go on and on talking of love as if it were something we can find and learn and practice? I do not know, maybe we have to get so bored about love that we will kick it away and so get rid of another of our ideas.

Dear one, it is that way

Dear one, it is that way with some of us, yes. Stemming from experiences we may or may not remember.

I like to think, at least I try to, that the source of Heavenletters knows what it is doing. If I look at my comment and yours again, there seems to be evidence of some rather sophisticated guidance, making us attempt to salvage the thing itself from the wreckage of dreams and the rubble of words. If we succeed, all our frustration and exasperation won't matter any more. Names won't matter either. Perhaps it's just that our sore spots have to be poked a little.

I just but can agree with

I just but can agree with both of you, Jochen and Emilia. I am always rather uncomfortable with this excessive use of love and love metaphorical exaltation. I am not of the romantic type and I am not too sensitive about fairy tales, catching a falling star, etc. Instead of attrackting me, it sometimes push me away from it. God says many times that we don't know what love is. And I definitely don't know what love is. What brings me to love is always what it is not. Separation means more to me than love. How awkward am I?

I do not believe that you do

I do not believe that you do not know what love is. This is from Gloria, not the person named. My mistake.

I was moved to add to Doreen's profile. To do that I had to log out as Gloria and log in as Doreen. Then, Normand, when I saw what you said about love, I forgot myself and answered without thinking that I wasn't logged in as Gloria.

Now that I am back to myself, I don't know how to fix it and keep my comment in the same place etc.

Please do read Doreen Spence's profile.

Really and honestly, Doreen,

Really and honestly, Doreen and/or Gloria, I don't know yet when I consider the Great Ones. I wish I would do only what Nelson Mandela did!

Dear Doreen, you have been

Dear Doreen, you have been an "official" member of this forum for 35 minutes. We have to celebrate that. WELCOME DOREEN!

free considerations

Wish for more ( if I may incite you, Normand), he belongs to history and history is...a lark. I also look at the Great Ones, can we count them to ten ( including me of course)?
If we had to pick Jochen's invitation to come out of hiding, I would be the most awkward of all. But we still cope with egos ( ours and others ) and can't afford to be free. It would be so amusing, though. I try now and then to break the rules of comunication and what I see is discomfort.

Trading back our thoughts

"If I may incite you", Emilia, please break the rules…

Not awkward at all!! Oh, if

Not awkward at all!! Oh, if we could all come out of hiding to tell it like it is. Not complaining, not going on and on about our blocks and such but just stating we are puzzled: "I don't quite follow you, dear author of Heavenletters." I keep finding that the moment I admit I don't know or don't feel so good about something, a new door can open unexpectedly.

A question of balance

I agree with you Jochen on the fact that it is important to "come out of hiding to tell it like it is". At the same time we have to be conscious that while we are enacting our hidden scripts we are the observer of the scenario we are playing. That is where we have to be a good actor when we want to come out of the closet. This forum is a stage.

Some of us (like myself) have chosen ego rather than love as a teacher. For me it is more tangible, closer to daily life. Sometimes I have the impression of feeling or touching love for a fleeting moment and it happens when I just let my ego express itself with its grouchiness, arrogance and pride.

I think with you and Emilia that we HAVE to let ego express itself. Anyway, it will eventually even if we try to keep it in the basement and, who knows, "a new door can open unexpectedly".

Ego helps me to "see" and accept what I have made as what it is. Ego is teaching me humility which brings me at the doorstep of love. Ego is like your American Express card. Don't leave home without it!

(P.S. I don't have an American Express card.)

I think that however it is

I think that however it is for you, Normand, it's fine. It has to be all right because that is who and how you happen to be. Otherwise we, you, would have to assume there is something wrong with you, and that is exactly what we want to end. You know we are very different. You are "not of the romantic type" you said. I am. I am all emotion with some learned intellectuality on top. So our ways to handle life and to express ourselves on this forum are bound to be different. My writing is absolutely emotional, you might even say instinctive; I use mind only as a translator into language and to keep my impulsiveness and craziness within reasonable bounds. I dont feel ego is overly involved in my writing. It's all impulse (but ego may kick in later, of course).

We have here a God, let's say God, who cannot be please or appeased or angered or slighted, blasphemed, offended etcetera. That's a totally new situation. A God who ist not a reactor (!). Have we realized just how new this situationt is? That this God is not Zeus or Odin and not like, um, some humand elders in our lives used to be? That as long as we treat our human neighbors kindly and thoughtfully, everything can be asked and said, especially when it comes straight from our heart. If we have been brought up to be cautious about what we say or ask, now is the time to finally say it without caution. In that sense, I feel very strongly, the time for trying to be good girls and boys, the time to be reasonable, is over.

…A totally new situation

I agree with the overall of what you say, Jochen.

About the "new" God or new situation, the old concept of a fierce, vengeful God did prevail until recent times (although, in fact, it is still prevailing in an important part of humanity). The shift we seem to make in this new situation is the one from the idea of "sin" powered by "guilt" to the idea of "error" powered by "correction". Error carries the idea of misperception.

We can be mistaken; we can deceive ourself; we can even turn the power of our mind against ourself. It is sufficient to say that with correction of error we redeem ourself. That is really the new situation.

I am not sure that God in

I am not sure that God in Heavenletters says that we have to redeem ourselves.

Are we touching on religion here? Spiritual is one thing. Religion is another. I think it's the better part of valor that we leave out discussion of religion, named or not, from this forum.

Bernie Siegel, M.D., once pointed me to an article in a science magazine that was about a 14th century mystic who did Godwriting or speaking of some kind. She had critics. When asked what her experience did for her, she said, among other things, that it increased her desire for virtue.

I feel that very much. I feel it, not that I want to be a good girl, but that I want to follow God's Will. That may sound corny, yet it is what I feel with all my heart. God, as I know God, does not make me fearful. He makes me glad.

Dear Gloria, I am not sure

Dear Gloria,
I am not sure if I understand you well when you make such a big distinction between religion and Heavenletters. Of course I can conceptualize the difference. But how could you tell anyone on this planet that God has nothing to do with religion?

Religion as institutionalized thinking about God is fairly understandable. But religion means basically to (re-ligare) re-bond, restore the link. And red-eem means to buy back. And I think we have to buy-back our ticket back home. God can't do it for us. After all, redemption and/or salvation means only that we have to RE-COGNIZE that the (1) truth is true and that (2) nothing else is true. Once again we are caught in this endless word-quick sands debate.

Beloved Normand, it is a

Beloved Normand, it is a fine line. God in Heavenletters has said we do not have to be saved. Perhaps I should be writing this to you privately.

initials

In "Bernie Siegel, M.D." does M.D. stand for Most Dear ( in this case I would be jealous for only Bernie is always M.D.) or is it an ego's reinforcer?

Beloved Emilia, Bernie

Beloved Emilia, Bernie Siegel, M.D., is a dear friend to Heavenletters. He funded the Heaven CD. He has always been there for Heavenletters, and he has always been there for me. He is always there for everyone. This is the man who happens to be a surgeon. This is the man who, as he was leaving at the end of a long day of intense surgery, happened to notice a four-year boy in a hospital bed on the oncology ward all by himself, and my friend Bernie could see that the boy was dying. Bernie stayed with that boy, held his hand, told him stories, stayed with the child who apparently had no one, stayed with the child for four hours until he died. If that is ego, I ask for ego. Bernie cares, and he gives and gives. He is always thinking of others, and he puts his thoughts into action.

By the way, Bernie never told me this story of the dying little boy. A woman with a painful debilitating illness who spent twenty years in a support group that Bernie Siegel, M.D., led from the goodness of his heart told me this story.

"she who danced with the clouds"

I am not talking of the man. I am talking of names, initials and qualifications which belong to our human personality and have no consistence at all ( anyway, I understand that M.D. stands for doctor) . I like american indian names, very evocative and poetical, such as "butterfly sitting on a flower"...there are hundreds you can choose from.

Beloved Emily, did you see

Beloved Emily, did you see the recent blog about an American Indian grandmother who recently subscribed to Heavenletters?

Do you remember the Heavenletter in which God suggested that we make up high-vibration American Indian names for ourselves? #3088 Create Yourself

Yes, but you mentioned the man, and he is my friend, and I am loyal to my friends. Forgive me, I want higher from you, beautiful Emilia.

higher

I hope you are not overestimating me.

Never!

Never!

Well

...then just estimating.

How tiny can get this reply

How tiny can get this reply window?

tiny

Ahahah! I was just trying to discover it. I am interested only in these tiny questions, now that all the big ones have remained unsolved.

:) ☺ ☺

:) ☺ ☺

"let ego express itself"...

...Ego always does it. If we were really free from any conditioning about good and bad, and from what people may think of us, we would speak the truth and there would be no space for ego. As it is now, we almost always try to conform our speaking to some learned idea (for instance ideas about love, the subtlest ones ) and so we keep expressing our egos with the convinction that we are instead speaking from our hearts. Freedom is an aspect of love, in my world, while all rules and laws ( even morality or ethical principles or ideals) belong to ego's language and are the other side of ignorance. I don't think that there can be such freedom in relationships.

That is why I trust my ego

That is why I trust my ego more than I trust my perception/interpretation of love. I know my ego speaks the absolute truth of its lie. I can trust it absolutely in that respect!

geometry

That is the squaring of the circle. Only you, Normand, can do it.
(By the way, your word's etymology is always most interesting. )

This response was meant to come after an earlier comment

This was not meant for you, dear Emilia. It was meant for an earlier comment from someone else. I couldn't get my comment to appear where I wanted it.

And when we tell about something we feel good about, cannot a new door also open unexpectedly?

doors opening

That is the logic of the system, dear Señora, demanding that all earlier responses and secondary responses to a particular comment come before any new ones. Mentioning the name would be helpful in such a case of comment and response ending up widely apart.

With respect to your question, since no one took that position, I wonder what makes you ask. There are innumerable ways doors can open, and I'm sure every one of us has written about a case of enthusiasm or inspiration opening a door.

I craved inspiration,

I craved inspiration, beloved Jochen.

Love

Jochem dear Brother, Your wish for stillness or silence is what i call Love. Love is only aword to express a feeling. I see the sun come up and love the feeling I getfrom it The bananas here are ripening and the cheeky birds are eating them and I love the feeling Iget from watching them as I sit in silence or love or care or exquisite or happyness all is the same to me so if one word does not feel right for you select one that does. Have a happy day and keep shining your beautiful light. Greetings from Paradise . Jack

Greetings from Paradise

Of course, Jack, dank je wel. You see, some of us are having a hard time experiencing life the way you do. Experiencing life the way you do – you feeling okay, life feeling okay, the world feeling (largely) okay – almost every word will do. But in a life where "not okay" has, for some reason or other, taken control of you, it can be hard to find words that will do or will consistently do. They are all, how can I say this, overshadowed by something that squeezes your heart in a very painful way. Trying on those words, love or god or happiness, you find that none of them fits in any reasonably comfortable way. And telling yourself it's you who doesnt fit won't help either.

This state of affairs makes some of us look for the "thing itself" that all the words are trying to capture while in reality only covering and obscuring it. For anyone who knows the "thing itself" the way Jack does, words are irrelevant. For one like myself who has only glimpsed it, words are forever stumbling blocks and obstacles.

In the last row of words before wordless infinity is "silence". If you could stand in my shoes for a moment, Jack, you would know that silence is the only word that does not hurt the way love and peace and ease and joy do. I sometimes sense very clearly that in silence, stillness, the "thing itself" is revealing itself. (Sounds like meditation but isn't.) It has no name, so any name is equally perfect and equally wrong.

Standing in the shoes of another isn't easy and usually avoided. It may not be important and it can't be made an imperative. But you cannot help noticing that teaching, preaching, judging or making suggestions are usually preferred. May we all become able to sum up our comments and responses the way you do — "Greetings from Paradise."

Thank You for this beautiful

Thank You for this beautiful Heaven Letter.

May we all live peacefully with a brightness in our hearts and share this brightness.

Peace and Light

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE

I loved the letter, loved the comments, loved the love.

When I read the HeavenLetters I feel the love.
That's why I keep reading them.

Love
Jo

:)

Me, too, Jo!

Me, too, Jo!

Dearest Jo, me too !

Dearest Jo,

me too ! Heavenletters are most amazing and breathtaking Love Letters from God, I adore them.
much love to you dear.
Berit

Your love will reach the

Your love will reach the furthest stars. ...
Your love will boomerang everywhere, and you will be catching love right and left.
Keep your heart, your eyes, and your arms wide open.

you will simply love to be love with every breath and heartbeat....
love being a tom tom that goes out and all hearts will respond....

love you
Berit

I'm glad your high praise,thank you very much!

I'm so glad you wrote, but you really are too optimistic.

Thank you very much love, let me feel the warmth of spring

Thank you very much love, let me feel the warmth of spring

Beloved Michael-Rebecca, did

Beloved Michael-Rebecca, did you read the comment I sent you yesterday?

We feel your pure heart and thank you.

I learned you are a native Asian speaker. I don't know which specific language.

Are you using a computer translator? What you write is not really understandable in the translation you are using.

Please write back.

 

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