Heaven Letters Published on: January 23, 2013

My words are like apple blossoms I shower on you. My words are like stars that I shine on you. My words are My love strewn on you. Everything from Me is love. Everything of Mine is love, and you are Mine. You can only be Mine. You can’t be less than I say, and I say I see you before Me, and I see that you are good. No one else made you. I made you. And I made you good. Anything less than good is nothing but delusion. It is something you made up. You fantasized that you were less than what God made. You had an idea that you were not made well. You had an idea that you were an exception, that you were made imperfect. I made you perfectly. I made you perfectly, yet you have perhaps carried the idea that I made you dross. No, never. Whatever errors you have made are made up. They are fiction. You went down a road that does not really exist.

Heaven Letters Published on: January 21, 2013

No longer will you allow something or anything to upset you. Heretofore, you have found occurrences in life upsetting. Your connection to the internet is down. You are frazzled. Traffic on the freeway is slow. You are impatient.

Beloveds, traffic will get going. The internet will be connected. Is upset so valuable to you that you insist on having it?

Put upset away. It is not a heyday to be upset. It is not something wonderful to be upset. It is no great accomplishment. Anyone can do it. And you have done it. You have done it many times. Haven’t you had enough of upset yet?

Heaven Letters Published on: January 19, 2013

To be original means to live the Truth of who you are. It means no more imitating. It means that you rise higher. If you want to feel good, rise higher. Rising higher is what feels good. You are fast approaching the days you have sought all your life. You are entering a new stratosphere of your life where you are closer to the beat of your own heart.

To thine own self be true. This is when, right now. It is not comfortable to be false to your self. It doesn’t feel good at all to be less than your True Self. First, find out who you really are. Discover the underlying you. In service to others does not mean erasing your self and your self-worth.

Heaven Letters Published on: January 17, 2013

I would like to talk to you about your heart. Your heart may feel wounded right now, and you don’t even know why. You think of this and that, yet you really don’t know why your heart is aching. It aches because it aches. Maybe you have put all your eggs in one basket of your heart. You know, your heart wouldn’t feel heavy if you didn’t let your heart be a repository for everything in the world. It is better that your heart becomes a repository for all the happy things that come before you. Since when did your heart have to become a repository for ill winds that blow?

You heart is meant to be a safe place for happiness. What are you burdening your heart for? Your heart is meant for love, not scrapes and bruises. Your heart is not meant to be a wastebasket. Your heart is meant to be a heart, and everyone knows that a heart is meant for love. You know it, and yet you may have made your heart a dumping ground.

Heaven Letters Published January 15, 2013

I must ask you, in all due respect, beloveds, who are you to forgive another? What has another done to warrant your forgiveness? Perhaps you are imposing standards?

Perhaps someone or a group just isn’t what you think they ought to be. Perhaps you think they ought to dress the way you dress or speak as you believe they should speak. How, may I ask, are you supposed to be?

Are you the decider of what another ought to be like? I ask you, did someone declare you the World’s Foremost Authority?! Not I! Then, in this case, it must be that you appointed yourself. Beloved, how many asked you for your sense of what is du jour and how many did not ask you?