Despite appearances, you are nothing but love. But if love is what we are, how can some of it or most of it or even all of it be invisible so endlessly?

Your love has been overlaid with nonsense. You can say that again. Sticky nonsense, heavy nonsense. How to get it off? Anything but love makes no sense at all. I know that is so. But what sense does love make as long as it remains overlaid with nonsense? Or is it that in truth I believe in nonsense while secretly seeing love as powerless, pathetic?

People go to a lot of trouble to dissuade themselves from love. We do. It's the weirdest thing on earth, and we do it. How can love – when love is what we are, when love is what everything is – be disappointed so deeply as to turn against itself?

There is something in themselves that they want to kill. That is true. But as far as the rest of this Letter is concerned, I'm lost. More precisely, I'm angry, which may be an instance of what this Heavenletter is speaking about. I still don't understand this talk about choice and responsibility. It sounds wrong to me. It may still be correct, of course, but if it is I don't see how. So, more waiting.

Perhaps we are coming to the point again that understanding is not necessary or even helpful. If there is something inside that clearly wants to get up from its bed of nails, what is there to do but let it get up, intend for it to get up? …replace each nail with love. Wow.

"Anything but love makes no sense at all."
Without the awareness of love why should I eat or work or speak or move at all? Yet we did it, inventing all sort of reasons for doing it. And we have also invented that we have to love one another while walking along the nonsense of a blind life. As if to love was just to be civilized. Of course this kind of minor love sooner or later will cause frustration.
So, what remains, for now, is just the awareness of nonsense, which is something.

dear God heavenley father,
every words your writteng to os, you give os calm our emotion,
i am so glad you are with os in evrymoment,
yesterday and today i have not reley much words to say,
because i know who i am, befor am writteng this words,
am read this morning your heavenletter, and i say to my self,
dear God i want to serveng you today, what i want to do
for you today my Lord,and am go out in dowtown in the bank
i see one part of your chaildren the love it outher i can fell them,
sadenley the hite it aouther yelling very ugley words,
for the sametimes man com to me he seid to me, me i sate besid you?
i seid yes whith my love,and i go after that happeind from people
in the bank yelling it other, and one man com to me he say he need help
he ask me he can not find the store of self fone store and i bring hem to the store,
and i walk to the postofice, and i sate the cheer and weitting if my turn,
the man com to me he ask me if he can sate beside me in the cheer,
and i seid yes whith my love, and i hear hem hes is bery coplaein,
why he is so wetteng long time, and i answer hem be pession,
so today it wonderful to expirince people emotion,
thank you dear God of my experince today,

The fire that burns in Gloria needs to be seen for what it is.
Do we know what she means by bed of nails, or what the Father is talking about when he tells us that we love our bed of nails in the "Now" for it gives us lots to be mad about and lots to regret and think negative thoughts about.

Is it possible to choose some other thing than we have already chosen? You can't change the past and if you let it program the future you are stuck in a rut that becomes a grave.

We can only think what we think. We need to know where our thoughts come from and plant the proper cognitive seeds to grow the kind of thoughts that produce the sort of choices Gloria and God talk about here. Thought must be grown, not dreamed up from our dream state. Choices must be the logical option of our consciousness from the seeds we have planted.

Read todays Letter 10 or 15 times and watch your garden grow rich in good decisions. You can't really think them, you must harvest them from your seed planting. My love for you is growing. That love comes from seed planting even as far back as Iwo Jima. I can't stop loving you!

George

I am so happy to be on this planet and to be your neighbor, your friend and be so connected to you! That is the way it feels especially when all the mind stuff is set aside and I just allow love to love. Time is so precious and maybe time is unreal but it does cause one to reflect on how precious it is to love and also to understand that each moment is precious...as a pearl...and to hold each pearl-moment in my heart and say...Well...what does love want to do now???? this is so much fu nto let love has its way...with me and with you! Love, Jim and Jimi.