Traversing Heaven

God said:

Whether in illness or in health, you and I are One. Through anything, no matter anything, regardless of anything, you and I walk through green pastures together as One. Instead of focusing on your hurt toe or wounded heart, focus on the Oneness of Us. Dismiss that which is not true. Our connection is true. Illness and all the other distractions from Truth are not true. I wish to teach you to heal thyself from the preponderance of world life that keeps you in its thrall.

Get your mind off whatever undermines your heart. Get your mind and heart on Our Oneness, for, hand in hand, the Oneness that I AM and the Oneness that you ARE carry Us through the Universe. You are not handicapped. You do not have a handicap. Grant yourself the ability to accept boons. Boons are yours to accept. Taste them. Dismiss stumbling blocks. Step over them. Smooth path or rough terrain, We hold hands, and We fly high. Our One Heart is on hand, not as a cane, but as the freedom to harken to life and soar above the seeming clouds. Nothing is to get in the way of the sunshine of Our love.

Above anything else, remember Me. Keep your attention on Me, on Us. Remove your holy attention away from what which may disturb your flight to the center of the sun. Remove the weights that detain your ease of flight. You are a person of light, and don’t forget it. You are light-winged, and you have a beautiful song to sing and to be heard, a beautiful song to echo from the mountain top of your heart.

Your life is not lamentable. There is nothing to lament. I am with you, and you are with Me, and together We traverse the sunshine. We fly on the rays of the sun. We are fleet of foot, for We don’t have to rely on anything in order to encompass the loveliness of life. Certainly, you can fly without wings. Certainly you are flying now from the mundane to bright light.

What is there to be needed? What can be needed when everything is already Ours? You may say that you need money or love when, all the while, you have the treasure of the light of My heart thoroughly established in yours, and yours in Mine. Bright light overtakes beyond the speed of night. Come to your senses, beloveds, and declare yourself free from all you imagine that keeps you prisoner of your own thoughts. Your sentence was commuted long ago. Your term of penance was not assigned to you. You thought it was. Right now you are free. Right now you ride on the stars like a seahorse and you make sunshine of the stars all.

You are on your path. You are traversing Heaven. Let your mind catch up. Your mind got caught in the past and kept mumbling over and over again a chant of sorrow that you were never meant to chant. A change in tune is long overdue. Slip into the grace of where you are and what you are. You are love on a roll, and you are the director of the Universe. No longer are you haphazard. Now you make the music that the world is asking for, that you have been asking for, and is yours to sing. It is My song you are to sing. Hum it now, and then swell with the joy of it. Be a singer of note, and everyone will listen to the same song that vibrates within everyone. Sing that song now. Sing a beautiful note. Sing for Me. Sing for you. Sing for all. Sing.

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Thank you.

I was feeling very dark thoughts tonight. This helped. Muchly. With love and gratitude.

remember me keep your attention on me,

Carmen
dear God heavenley farher, i want to thank all of this year
passing by all of my life, yesterday somthing happend i was
in accedent by car whith my husbond,
i dont know notice was ice in the highway,we are going
to my grand chaild and my dother danceing of cristmastre
that evening,

sundenley somthing happend in the car the car twest of the ice
can not stop the car, in that moment happend to me i have
onley two choiceng one i dont want to ligedown in the hospetal,
two, i want to dance of the cristmastre
withmy grand chaild and my dother,the time happend to me
i have to remove very fast of my my mind

what am choiceng to be, am forget you am accept what happend
am sorender my body to the car, what ever happend, and the last
nothing happend to my body, and thank dear God of my expirince,
and am remember you after accenden,,

MERY CRISTMAS TO EVERY ONE,

So happy, beloved Carmen,

So happy, beloved Carmen, that you didn't get hurt. Thank God.

am so happy to,

Carmen
i am so happy to,, my dear Gloria,
i am i live am thank so much to God and hes engel,
he give me this felling i dont have to be skird,
just onley i have my tought the time let this happend,
no soperman can stop the car just onley me and my husbond,
inside the car,

Sing.

Waiting. Trying to pump up love like oil from some unseen recesses, pounding the depths and watching the instruments for seismic indicators. Trying to believe, to expect, to intend for the next borehole to yield something better than fear. At other moments, everything is dropped and there is only listening into the silent night. So awfully silent. Sing then. La la la.

Whether in illness or in health, you and I are One. Through anything, no matter anything, regardless of anything, you and I walk through green pastures together as One. When I never really see this and therefore my nod is a lie, I can still decide it has to be so, I decree it to be so. It feels better than final resignation. Maybe a painted bucolic scene of walking through green pastures as One is taken to be better than nothing.

But the night is over for today, and the light of today inevitably changes the color of your thoughts. O today, change it to clear or at least white.

Above anything else, remember Me. Keep your attention on Me, on Us. Attention, dear God, is riveted to old lies known to be lies but still believed in. I will have to try setting aside some for You, hoping for it to become more, trying to avoid the thought that You may be simply the new lies, trying to avoid noticing that avoidance.

Come to your senses, beloveds, and declare yourself free from all you imagine that keeps you prisoner of your own thoughts. Your sentence was commuted long ago. Your term of penance was not assigned to you. You thought it was. Right now you are free. I don't know what these words signify. They feel good, so maybe I do know. Anyway, even if I'm unable to detect their reality in my experience, I can still parrot them in croak or song as if they were true for me. You see, this is about doing things that look as if they are a little more than nothing. Nothing is not for me. Nothing seems to be higher education.

Slip into the grace of where you are and what you are. A helpless smile is all I have for an answer here. But it's winter and the chances to slip are good, so why not slip into grace unexpectedly.

"It may yet happen" has become my credo. Feels much better than trying to believe or unbelieve anything. Belief is draining. So then, dear God, I long for You without hope, I enjoy those pastural or solar scenes without expecting them to become real, my heart is getting heavier the more empty it feels, the silent night is like a solid golden blackness, and the slip into grace, you never know, may yet happen.

Jochen's song lifts us all!

Jochen sings about coming to your senses. He knows so well that we can't come to where we are.

We can only seek to know who we are.

It's the mental clothing we wear that teach us that feeling are real and know the sham that pretends to think the false things that collect around us as we cloth our selves by what we think.

George

Paying attention is what we do.

Beloveds we can pay attention only to what we see.
We see what's on the shelf of our consciousness.
By our thoughts we select what we are able to see.
Our Silence helps us choose the wise and good things.
This is how our being "becomes" the active agent of Life's Wisdom.
Life turns on HOW we choose.
Reading Heaven Letters shows us how to turn on the LIGHT.
They show us what life is all about, but we must choose to let love into our consciousness.

George

Beloved George, I see only

Beloved George,
I see only your love and your radiance and your gentleness ....
Love you.
Berit

Berit's eyes glow with love's sweet words

Berit: Your words widen my smile by a mile! You are so sweet!

George

Get your mind and heart on

Get your mind and heart on Our Oneness, for, hand in hand, the Oneness that I AM and the Oneness that you ARE carry Us through the Universe.

Loving you always so much.
Berit

Travel to Everywhere

Isn't this kind of travel a delight?

George