Heavenletters

Heaven Letters Published on: April 24, 2013

Always, without fail, I speak to each of you. That you may not hear Me whispering to you is another story. That is a twice-told tale, and it is handed down from generation to generation. To some there is nothing new that can be known. Yet there is the new, and the new will be placed before those who believe and those who do not just the same. Favor the new. You might as well.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 23, 2013

Many questions do not bear a Yes or No answer. In terms of the relative world, the true answer to many questions would be: “It depends.” That is how it is in the relative world. Some of the laws of the land leave no leeway. There are no exceptions. There is no room left for heart to enter.

Adhering becomes a question of practicality and consistency. Should a clerk in a particular situation have the discretion to change a law according to her judgment and common sense and the love in her heart? Or must she follow the rules? The law of the land says she must. Because of this, there is the expression: The law is the law. Exceptions are frowned on. The Supreme Court is a court of last resort in the world. Yet who wants a court to decide his or her fate?

Heaven Letters Published on: April 22, 2013

Wake up, little ones. The day you’ve been waiting for is here. All that is missing is your waking up to it. The sun is out, only you are still a little sleepyhead.

Rub your eyes, and you will see a new world before you, yours for the asking. That is, you did ask for it, and now it is here. Your desires for the Universe are awaiting you. Now you wake up, and now you enjoy the fruits of your life and work.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 20, 2013

What I want to talk about is whatever you are open to today. Some days you are more open than other days. Of course, you are doing the best you can. The best you can means as far as you can see at this time.

On the days and accumulations of woe, you may be open to listening the most of all, or, on such days, your mind may be firmly closed. You don’t want to hear about anything woeful that you and your way of thinking may have contributed to. You may feel that you just can’t be contrite anymore.

Yet some day, perhaps in retrospect, your eyes will open, and you will see how you may well have contributed in some way. You are not to blame, yet you blame yourself. There is no blame, dear ones, unless you call being human as blame. There is responsibility, however.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 19, 2013

It is better that you do not make Me your fall guy. It’s not good for you that you affix blame to Me. It’s not helpful to anyone.

You may like to hold Me responsible for all your woes. Responsibility is not blame. Blame no one, yet it is for you to take responsibility. Responsibility is not a dead-end. There is always another card for you to play.

It is not for you to fluff off your responsibility. The past is the past. Right now is your responsibility. You may be at a fork in a road that you don’t like. It is you who has a decision to make. Stop harking back to the past. Do not play the game of “How Could You, God?”

Heaven Letters Published on: April 18, 2013

Even in the indelicacies of life that are handed to you, there is perfection. There is perfection of a moment. The scene, as it might be played in a stage play, is presented amazingly. The bad guys, the good guys, the in-between, all are played to a T. What delivery! What performance! What a script! The sun is in the right place, and the shades and shadows are perfect too. Lights! Camera! Action! This scene could not have been performed better. It is a one-time-only event.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 17, 2013

What is loneliness but lack of knowledge? What is loneliness but lack of Self-Acquaintance? What is loneliness but wayward thinking, a tangent, a lack of Self-Awareness? In the case of loneliness, you have sent your own heart adrift. Like Baby Moses, you own dear heart has been cast adrift from the shore. The shore is not far from the sea, and yet to be cast from the shore of God is unfathomable. I wonder if loneliness has become fashionable in the world, something that has caught on.

What rift can have come between the Oneness of Us? What imaginary line has been drawn that you would exclude yourself from Me, as though distance is sensible and more likely than Oneness?

It is hard to imagine that you, a child of Mine, could turn your head from Me. With the Ocean right in sight of you, how could you turn your head from Me and your heart turned off?

Heaven Letters Published on: April 16, 2013

Never mind when you get embarrassed. Embarrassment can only be ego’s vanity. You are embarrassed because your slip was witnessed by others. You lost face. If no one had seen the scene of your embarrassment or heard about it, the careless error wouldn’t have been so embarrassing to you. It might not have been an embarrassment at all. It is not the error that embarrasses you. It is the exposure that makes your face red.

Look at embarrassment this way: It is good for you. So, you made a mistake. Big mistake or small, what does it matter? An error is not a fall from grace. Nor is it human to err, yet there is plenty enough of error in the world. Errors will come and go. With or without error, you are My beautiful child. I do not point at you or scoff for any error you make. An error isn’t much. It is a trifle. Move on from trifles.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 15, 2013

What matters to you? What matters most to you? Take a good look. What are your priorities? What makes you tick, beloveds?

Of course, We know that it is I Who makes you tick. I am asking this question, however, in terms of the world at large on Earth that you live in. When all is said and done, what matters the most to you? You may not have been paying attention. I ask you now to take a moment to take a look.

This is not a moral question I am asking you. I am not asking you for the best answer. I ask that simply you tell Me that which moves you. There is no right or wrong here. Just asking you what, at this moment, wins the prize for you.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 14, 2013

There are many things in the world that are not as they seem, are they not? A cake can look delicious and be disappointing. A cake could have fallen and be so delicious. You can’t judge a book by its cover. You know all that.

The negative is not more true than the positive.

Right now, I am referring to the put-down’s you give to yourself. I am referring to all the times when you think you are lagging behind everyone else or behind the times or slow on the uptake or not as worthy as someone else. You may represent yourself as the downfallen. I ask you to rise and be a bright light. A bright light does not bemoan its wattage.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 13, 2013

You would prefer all you care about to be permanent. You would like life, portions of life anyway to stay as they are, to stay as they are, certainly, as long as you want them to. You crave stability at the same moment as you desire change. Life in the world is ever-changing. Part of you wants life in the world to never change, and part of you wants change right now, the change you want when you want it. You would like life to be many things. You want to stay in the prime of your life, and you want to live long. You want to be ever youthful, and you want to become sophisticated and wise. You want your children near you always, and you also want a break. You want many things, and yet, in the world, you can’t have them all at once. You can’t have everything stay the same. The world comes along with change built into it. Life in the world is fleeting. Time entered into the equation.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 12, 2013

Hello, dear ones. Let’s take a spin around the Universe today, a tour, in a convertible, or on a bicycle, or on an amble by foot. We can cover the whole Universe in no time at all, for the spin We take is not subject to time. We say, “Let’s go!” And then, off We go, hightailing it out of what you presently call here when, in actuality, there is no here and there is no there. We are in the no-time zone of Eternity, and We are in the no-place zone of Infinity. We embrace, and the Universe is within Our clasp.

What do you think it means when We say no time and no place? It means exactly that. We are on a different plane altogether. We are speedless when time does not enter, and there is no where for space to obstruct, for neither place nor space nor time nor delay exist.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 11, 2013

What can the purpose of sadness be? Sadness seems to be like a blanket you pull over yourself when you feel cold. In its way, sadness is like a salve you put over a wound. It heals. It helps to heal.

As distressful as sadness is to you, it is also like a sweet candy that you hold in your mouth. It is a palliative in that it soothes something in you. There is undeniably some sweetness in sadness. How can that be, and yet it is. Even in the going over a loss so great to you, that you keep weeping over it, either overtly with tears or silently without tears, your thoughts become like worry beads. With each bead, you keep counting the loss that is so dear to you, as if you were stroking your very loss, as if you came closer to that which has disappeared from your life in the world.

Heaven Letters Published on: April 10, 2013

Heaven Letters Published on: April 9, 2013

Blessed are you who search for Me, and blessed are you who do not search for Me. Blessed are you who seek, and blessed are you who run away. Each of you is an innocent. No matter how sophisticated you may be in terms of the world, you are an innocent. All are innocents. The clever are innocent, for they think cleverness is a great feat. The naïve are no more innocent than anyone else, for the naïve are also unaware of the heights they climb and what it means to be a child of God. No one knows more than another no matter how much they seem to know. Everything is new under the sun when you look up.

No one wears armor. A storm assails the wealthy as well as the poor. Storms assail the sheep of the world, and storms assail the wolves alike. It matters not your title nor anything about you. You are all innocents at sea, pulled by a tide beyond your ken.