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Heavenletters > HEAVEN #2161 The Yellow Sun

God said: You wonder how you can be Divine and Human at the same time. Your Divinity and Human Experience do not always match. Your Human life has not always kept up with Truth. It runs a race, gets out of breath, and does not always keep up. This is the paradox of life. Life is ever beautiful, and life is not always beautiful. This is not a paradox you have to do something about. It’s true that you can change the world, but not yet instantly, not yet so far. Meanwhile, you take life as it comes. When life appears to discount you or embroil you in drudgery or vacant despair, simply don’t stay there. Who said you had to be stuck in a bad mood?

Heavenletters > HEAVEN #2160 God Is an Inkwell

God said: What is Godwriting? It is sort of like going to a concert. You sit there. You hear the music. Your foot taps. You become the music. The music becomes you. You are entranced with it. It runs through your bloodstream. You capitalize on it. You get lost in the music, as it were, but, of course, you find yourself in it. When you leave the concert, the notes recede. You hear them no longer. You have gone on with ordinary life on Earth. You become preoccupied with other things. Fortunately, when it is Godwriting, you jotted down the notes in a notebook, and you can refer to them. From whence comes Godwriting? It comes from Me. I whisper in your ear. You hardly hear, and yet you do hear. You hear enough. You catch My drift. I am immortal, and yet you immortalize My words. You write them in love. All writing is love, beloveds. There is not a word pressed on paper that is not love.

Heavenletters > HEAVEN #2159 On the Dance Floor

God said: What is thunder and lightening but thunder and lightening, a storm that inevitably passes. What are storms in life if not the same? They come, they go. You weather them. You walk through them. Storms are only storms. Life is yours no matter what. There is no stepping out of life, yet you are so familiar with illusion -- you are so familiar with it, you take it for Truth. You cannot go out on a limb in life. Certainly it seems so, but seeming isn’t so. The only Truth is Truth. I cannot tell you the Truth enough, that you and I are One, inseparable. You are One under God -- not one person, one nation, one planet, one Earth – but one pulsing heart and reverberating soul.

Heavenletters > HEAVEN #2158 One Verse

 God said: You came to Me during the night. You left your cares with Me. I took them. You were awake in My arms as your body slept. Blessed are you who sleep in My arms, and so blessed are you ever upon Earth. It is not that you forget yourself in sleep. It is that you have true remembrance. Not even remembrance, because you experience anew the refreshment of closeness to Me. Your mind wanders no longer. You find the sweet nectar of Oneness that you have been seeking. You come up against it, and meld with it. You let go of all that was other. No wonder you love sleep. No wonder you bury your head in it. You may have thought that you are in a deep cloud as you sleep, but, in sleep, you are in the bright sunshine. And it is, when you suppose yourself awake, you sleep. You sleepwalk until sleep ascends once more, and you are awake. Will you remember now?

Heavenletters > HEAVEN #2157 Your One Desire

God said: Take off your glasses, and put on Mine. I look through the seas and the skies, and you have been looking through little panes of glass. Throw them way. Never mind about seeing finite. See Vastness now. See beyond the Beyond. See right into My eyes, and you will see the whole universe reflected in them. You will see the seas and the skies, and you will see the heart of the universe. To see beyond the manifest world is to let go of walls and despair. It is leaving the bounds of your particular spot on Earth and merging with the universe. You become the universe in your awareness. You will not be able to separate yourself out from it.
God said: You are a like a yellow buttercup that grows in the field. Like a buttercup, you catch the sun, and you reflect it. Like every buttercup in the field, you are sweet and dear to Me. I note you waving in the breeze. My hand passes over you, and I send you blessings. The buttercup in the field notes My blessing. You, however, may be too busy, involved with other things.

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