Heaven Letters Published on: May 23, 2013

All, all of My children are valiant. I will even call you valiant soldiers. From your vantage, you are all on the front lines. You don’t know what will assail you next.

You think that anger and attack may protect you. That is folly, isn’t it? Anger and attack are no more than bluster. The only art of self-defense that you have is love. Love will blow everything hurtful away. Love is your protector. Love alone saves the day.

You don’t need defense or offense. What you need to do is to open the portholes of your heart. Open those gates. Throw the locks away. Your own good will is the only armor you need. Of course, good will is not armor. Good will opens your heart. With good will, you throw away whatever has restricted you from love. Whatever restricts you from love brings you closer to skirmishes or even war.

Heaven Letters Published on: May 21, 2013

Heaven Letters Published on: May 19, 2013

How shall I say this? I will say it this way: You are always on the tip of My tongue. You are in My every thought, and I never take My eyes off you. I look into the mirror of Myself, and I see you. I see you very well. I see your light, which is Mine, and I revel in it.

All the while, I suppose, We can say that you imagine Me, even fantasize Me. Even so, your heart feels the beat of My heart. Sometimes My love for you is palpable to you. There is an exhilaration, a sense of something wonderful. It may only be a trace of My love for you. Even a trace of My love is sufficient unto the day. Even when you sense only a drop of My love, you know it’s concentrated. Even a droplet of My love sensed is enough to last you a lifetime.

Heaven Letters Published on May 17, 2013

You are My life. Do you get what I mean? You are the fulfillment of My desires. I have longed for you the way a tree longs to branch out, and, so, you come into overt existence at My behest. You describe life in the world for Me. I feel your point of view. It is as if you breathe life into My heart. You are like Scheherazade who tells a story without end and so continues to live.

I well know there is One Story in the Universe, and that it is I, and, yet, you are in the story with Me. We whisper to each other, you, imaginary, and I real. Yes, it’s true, I talk to Myself. And, still, just the same, I engage with you as one would engage with a delicacy.

Heaven Letters Published on: May 15, 2013

You, My Children, are like a beautiful diadem that crowns Me. You are My crowning glory. You are the joy of Heaven and the fulfillment of My heart. Our hearts reach. Our hands reach. We are immersed in love, and so We are One.

I do not get immersed in your troubles. I am aware of them, and yet I see them for what they are, wisps of incomplete understanding. We could say that your immersion in troubles is like having joined the army. Your life is taken over. You are no longer the free agent you once were. You have joined the military. You are in it, and yet you fight what you become involved in. Oh, you would be so happy if only you weren’t in the army. If you weren’t in the army, you could keep your hair any length you wanted. You could travel when and where you wanted. And you wouldn’t have to bear arms or be hurt.