God said:

Life is easy. You think life is hard, yet life is easy. Life goes on as if by itself, sort of a wind-up toy.

You find yourself here on Earth. With or without your involvement, life takes strides. Your life takes strides. You can’t stop it. The sun rises, and the sun sets. You rise, and you go to sleep. You really can’t set life aside. You can’t control it all, and yet you have some say in it. You can commit yourself to certain directions. You can set your dial to what you want. Then, as with all dials, once you set it, you let it be and go about your business. Life has those elements that are as if you are riding a train.

You cannot set your life manually and manage every detail of it, for letting go is also a part of living life. Whether you let life be or you hold on tight, life goes its merry way and takes you with it. It is also part of life that you not know much ahead of time and be surprised at what life brings.

Once you lived in one town, and now you live in another. Or, once you lived in one country, and now you live in another country on the other side of the world. You may have made a conscious decision. Sometimes you wonder if you are the actual decider. You had say, yet it seems that somehow you got where you are as if propelled. You are riding in a jet plane to a destination known or unknown. You are all set either by your jurisdiction or by one kind of decree or another.

God said:

Anger is a great stumbling-block. It is from ignorance that anger accumulates. I am speaking of unleashed anger, fury, extreme displeasure. No matter how justified the anger may be, anger is not virtuous. I know you wish you didn’t have anger. You know you could solve whatever needs solving much better without anger, and yet you feel anger and cannot seem to contain it.

When you are irate, you fly off the handle. Honestly, dear friends, you are not in your right mind when you are fit to be tied. Anger erupts. Anger is not a good handler of life.

Of course, I understand, that when you are angry, you don’t know how to withstand it. It destroys your peace, and you are volatile. Anger has overtaken you.

When you are in a fit of anger, that’s all you can see and feel. You don’t want to be angry. You know anger isn’t a saving grace, and that the anger belongs to you and not to anyone else. Someone triggered something in you, and you cage yourself in anger.

Anger alerts you to something within you that you need to deal with. Within you. Deal with yourself first. In a state of anger, you are a too hot stove. Let your temperature lower before you confront the assumed cause of your anger. You have an issue, dear one.

Others have their issues, no doubt, yet it is your issue that is for you to attend to.

God said:

Peace is possible. It is not only possible, it is close at hand. There need be no enemies in your heart. Enemies do not exist except in your heart. And if you exist as a possible enemy in another’s heart, it is an affliction of the other’s heart. Enemies are a predicated illusion built on hot air balloons.

Someone you see as an enemy is a friend you have had a divide with. There is a misunderstanding and then a fall-out. Now your friend has hurt your feelings, and you block your heart. Now, your friend feels wounded by you. Each of you justifies your hurt with reason upon reason. You build an armory of offenses.

It’s a funny thing with friendships that have gone wrong. Blame arises. Blame arises when what you need is honesty between two or more parties and no blame. Honesty without blame is a beautiful thing. Blame is the enemy of friendship. With blame, one or both parties hasn’t heard what the other means to say and goes off on a wild-goose chase.

War is a wild-goose chase. War doesn’t give you peace in your heart. War exacerbates animosity. War is a schoolboy game where one country or one or another person is going to outdo the other. One country or one person will be defeated, and another will win nothing. The winner wins nothing but a sniff of pride of victory for a moment and the smashing of the other side. Who made two sides?

Nip wars in the bud. Where is the misunderstanding? Whose pride is hurt?

God said:

Naturally, We don’t want to emphasize difficulties. Naturally, We want Our attention to be on all the Goodness the world offers, and that you offer to the world, and that I offer to you.

My beloveds, you are indeed aware that the past is something to let go of, the blessed past and the disagreeable past, both. To hold on to them means a longing that you cannot fulfill. The past is over, and now you want to be done with it and roam in new pastures. The past cannot come back to you.

Of course, it is easy to say: “Let go of the past.” Yet it is not so easy to do.

There are times you would give anything to have the past back. Perhaps Christmas or Thanksgiving at your childhood home in years long past.

There are times you would love to never think of again that were unhappy for you. One time could have been Christmas when you were left out. There could have been a Thanksgiving Day when you were hungry.

Recalling the good times and the bad times equally remind you of a sense of loss. A sense of loss is a sense of loss. When you relive the loss now, you make it present, and so your sense of loss makes you a victim. You relive and carry on a tradition of victimhood. No matter how sweet you may find parts of the past or how bitter, you set yourself aside as a victim. It is poor you who has such beautiful memories now and it is also poor you who had painful experiences back then and somehow now have held on to, perhaps as a badge you wear, perhaps a button that says: “Poor me. Woe is me.”

God said:

There is no sadness in Heaven. There is no panic, no anxiety. There is a gentle knowing. Where could worry exist in Heaven? Heaven is worriless.

Remind yourself that your soul is in Heaven, and your heart is within Mine so you are heart and soul in Heaven. Worry and such is an added-on invention like a patch. Worry is not real, no matter how real-seeming worry may seem to be. Worry is like a hive of bees buzzing within you.  

Isn’t it odd that worry seems totally real to you and that I, the God of All, may seem unreal, as if I were an afterthought or add-on? The joke is on you, beloveds. Your placing your bets on worry instead of Me is the same as not knowing the difference between a pence and a pound. The difference is greater than that. The difference is as if you don’t know the difference between a penny and the biggest diamond in the whole wide world. Of course, the difference between worry and Me is greater than that.

There is no true comparison that can be made of what I am to you.