Hear God's Love Heavenletter #3567 Published on: August 31, 2010

God said:

There is no owing. There is only giving. There is no debt. Life is far greater than bookkeeping. Paying back is not the same as giving. You are on Earth to give. Giving breathes life. Paying back is more like the movement of an inch worm.

Look at it this way. When so much has been given to you, how can you pay it back anyway?

Come from the premise of giving. You are out of debt. You are not indentured to giving. You are free to give. You are free to have your heart alight on others’ hearts. You extend your heart in service to Me. You are one who gives.

You set the pace. You fill lonely hearts with love. You are the Santa Claus who hands out sweetness to the world. Your giving takes many forms. Sometimes it is a giving act to accept love from others. It is a great gift to allow others to give to you. It is a privilege to give to you. It is a privilege for you to accept love.

Please do not misunderstand Me. Accepting another’s love does not mean doing their will. Your heart accepts their offering of love and not their demands. Love has to be given and received and not proven. Love is sufficient unto itself. Love cannot be demanded any more than it can be owed. Nor must you demand that your love be accepted. You offer, and then you let go. The only rule to love is that it is free to be given and free to be accepted. There are no clauses and by-laws to love. Love is out of the realm of laws, yet the law of love is supreme.

The world is susceptible to change. Manifestation of love fluctuates in the world. Even manifestation of your love fluctuates, yet love is the only constant there is. My love does not fluctuate. Whether you’ve been good or bad in terms of the world, My love smiles on you. My love is not hit or miss. My love is not frivolous. My love is not mistaken. I have every right to love and to love you and to love you no matter what.

The world is not so understanding as I AM. I roll out the meadow of love, and it supports you. My love flows, and My love flows to you. Immerse in My love. Make it yours.

My love goes where you are. Wherever you are, wherever you think you are, you are wrapped in My arms of love. No matter what, you have a steady flow of My love. The world may say differently, but that’s the world for you. The world’s love can hit sour notes, yet never My love. My love is always on key. Come and get it! Unlimited love. Love that does not have to be earned. Love that does not have to be accounted for. There is no check and balances when it comes to My love. Did you think My love should be otherwise? Did you think that My love should be regulated?

My love is made for you. I always have you in mind and in heart as well. This is natural. I know no other way nor do I care to learn another way. There is a direct flow of My love to you. I never miss.

If that is so, how then can you ever feel unloved? Never mind the world, beloveds. The world is a slow learner. My love is regardless. The flow of My love is never stemmed. Not a particle of My love is ever missing. Do not be love-deaf. Hear My love. It is flowing to you now.

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Let Loose the Bird of Love Heavenletter #3566 Published on: August 30, 2010

God said:

You say you are tired of heartache. Why then do you still have it? If you were really tired of heartache, you would be without it. You carry it along for some reason beyond understanding. It must be that heartache is like water that fills the crevices of your heart. While your heart feels so forlorn, it is filling itself up with the water of life. Perhaps you feel that if you abandon heartache, you are abandoning your heart altogether. You will even accept heartache over the chance that you might not feel at all. Perhaps you feel that emptiness could be more fatal than heartache.

Nevertheless, you cannot give up on love. Is not heartache the other side of the coin of love? Isn’t heartache a little bit like stamping your foot except it is your heart you stomp on, and you leave it with an ache? Your heart knows it is supposed to be love and nothing but love, and so it aches, and so you mourn for the love you are not able to find in your own heart at this moment. You let your heart dabble in love, and now you know you were only dabbling. If you had not been dabbling, you wouldn’t be feeling bereft now. It is not that love eludes you. It is that you lay down conditions, and you stick to the conditions rather than love.

The main condition you make is that you are to be loved in return in every way you believe you must be, and so you are heavy-handed with love. Love, which is a butterfly that must fly free -- you try to grab it in your hand and keep it still, bound where you believe it is supposed to be even. It is your own perceived withdrawal of love for a list of reasons you give that you mourn. Your heartache has nothing to do with the perceived other, for it is yourself that you dally with. You are the one who has to love, not the other. You must get out of the past-dated concept that love focused on you is the heart of the matter. It is your own heart focus that matters. You are the only one who can wound your heart. You are the only one who does. Let loose the bird of love. Let it fly free.

Do not stint on the love from your heart because of an infraction of love that you perceive. And if another does not want displays of your love, then you do not have to have such displays. If the other does not want a name assigned to your love, then you do not need a name. You only need to love, and love does not capture another’s love. Love can only set love free.

What matters most is what your heart does. Sometimes someone wants the nurturing of your heart, and sometimes someone wants you to leave their heart alone. Do not strangle another’s heart with your ministrations. It isn’t that you must withdraw your love. It’s that you must withdraw the suffocation of your love. No one’s heart is in bondage to yours, so, why then, do you feel that you are to call the shots of someone else’s heart? Kiss another’s heart goodbye so it is free to fly, free to alight, free to come back or not come back. Don’t waste your heart in self-appointed misery. Do not wrong your heart. Do not shift responsibility for your heart’s happiness to any other. No one can wrong your heart, nor are you to complicate anyone’s heart. Only your heart belongs to you. Since when are you supposed to own another’s heart?

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Illusions~Heavenletter #3563 Published on: August 27, 2010

God said:

What is it that makes your heart ache so? How do you account for it? How can a heart be so happy one day and not so happy the next? What cruel joke do you play on yourself? You are the whole story. Your story, no matter how it may seem, is dependent upon you and no other. You can only become disillusioned by illusions you carry. Who chooses to illusion yourself if not you? Do you really need illusions so wholeheartedly?

By and large, your illusions boil down to that you are dependent upon something other than yourself for your share of happiness or, by the same token, the obliteration of your designated happiness. You perhaps carry illusion in order to become disillusioned of it. That you are dependent upon others for your well-being is an illusion that will fall by the wayside. It has to because it is an illusion. It is an illusion by the very fact that it lacks truth. It is not Truth that disillusions you. You can not be disillusioned of Truth. You can only be disillusioned of illusion.

Of course, you can make yourself dependent upon others, yet the life of your heart does not depend upon others. It depends upon you. You make yourself happy or unhappy. Be not unhappy because untruth fades away. You have long learned that because you want something a certain way does not make it so. The world as you know it does not always yield you your dreams, or, if it does, it doesn’t always let you keep them.

What this means is that you are the captain of your own ship. This is the inevitability of life in the world. You are your own consort. Perceived otherness in the world does not always bring you your cup of tea, that which you like to perceive as your cup of tea and which may not be. You may be finished with that cup of tea.

You may believe that your happiness is dependent upon this or that, and yet your happiness is dependent upon you. You are responsible for your state of happiness. No one else is. You made your decisions. You are the one who decided that your happiness depended upon something that it does not.

No one outside you is capable of being responsible for your happiness. This is a Grand Illusion. It may seem so, and yet it is not so.

This is a good thing. You don’t really want your happiness to be dependent upon what wafts in or out of your life.

Come, establish yourself in Being.

Life is you and I as One. You are sufficient unto yourself.

You can bend down and smell the sweetness of an iris. So sweet. You can even pick the iris and put it in water in a vase on your mantel. You can love it. You can adore it. You can love it all you want. Nevertheless, the sweetness of the beautiful iris is here today and gone tomorrow. It gives you its essence while it can, and then it can’t any longer. The iris did not let you down. You know better than to assume that your happiness is dependent upon how long the iris offers itself to you in its splendid moments of full beauty. You aren’t despondent because an iris gives you all it can while it can. You are glad for its gifts. You know better than to blame a beautiful iris later for not sustaining your happiness. You never told yourself it could.

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Wave After Wave of Love-Heavenletter #3559 Published on: August 23, 2010

God said:

Even a little bit of sun is sun. Even a little bit of joy is joy. You are fortunate to be awake this morning. It is good fortune to be alive. Have you sometimes forgotten that? Awake! Arise! Pull up the blinds. A new day is dawning, and you are alive in it. If you are alive, you are meant to be alive. Be glad for life. And when the time comes, be glad for death. Life of the body, death of the body, each in its own time. But life itself is beyond the limits of time and of space, for life itself is beautifully eternal. There is no interruption to life.

Life strolls down 5th Avenue. Life is an Easter Parade. Later on the body gets off the trolley. The life of the party continues with Me. We stroll through the street-less Heaven, yet Heaven has its walking lanes, or We can say flying lanes, so engaging, so expanding, so limitless is Heaven. Even in life, you and I are walking through the hills and dales of Heaven. It is so natural.

Your body does not have to die in order for you to know Heaven. Heaven is an intimate part of you right now. It is the most intimate part of you, the Heaven part where you do somersaults, for you are as light as air, and you alight in Heaven and you kick off from Heaven. From Heaven you start. From Heaven, every day you start. And every day you do not leave. You are integral to Heaven. It ever was so.

On Earth, you are not so sure what you are doing here. In Heaven, you know what you are doing and why and when and all the ins and outs. It is a breeze, life in Heaven. Regardless of the clamor on Earth and your participation in it, you are nonetheless in Heaven and sure of yourself.

Your jaunt on Earth is a sideline. It is in parentheses. The mainstream of your life is in Heaven. You ride on the Milky Way, as it were, more than you do on the bus. Heaven is the real Grand Central Station. Heaven is truly where the action is, or non-action is. On Earth, you drift off to sleep. You doze and dream a dream of what is called real life.

Ah, but We know where Real Life is and what takes place which does not really take place nor does it take time. We are in a timeless placeless place. We are immersed in a heart of gold. We fly, We swim, and yet We are anchored in Heaven. Heaven is not really a Vacation Home. It is Our True Home. The hearth is love, and in love We are, and in love We stay and never leave. Inundated with love, We fly, and We fly nowhere, and yet We soar everywhere. Love soars. There is nothing else.

We meander, yet there is no meandering. We never miss the target. We always hit the bull’s eye. It is natural. There is nothing to overcome, and so We succumb to all the love in Heaven. We build castles with all this vast love. We build the many mansions in Heaven. We are so in love that We don’t know where love begins and ends, and, of course, it neither begins nor ends, for love is a constant. We don’t even identify love because there is nothing to differentiate from it, and so We are wave after wave of love, love furling and unfurling itself a little bit like poetry or a windfall or blessed breeze which ushers itself to and fro.

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One Wholeness of Love Heavenletter #3556 Published on: August 20, 2010

God said:

Your shining heart lights the Earth much like the sun. Your heart is a spinning round of love, a spinning centrifugal force of love. Rich ripe grapes from your heart are plucked and thrown across the Universe, and the grapes of love soar. The grapes are much sought after.

From where grapes come, the swallowers may not know, yet they eat the grapes and are nourished just the same.

You toss love from your heart, and the love you toss lands you know not where, and, yet, because of your anonymous love, there is no famine on the land.

Love is the necessary ingredient in everything. Without the essential ingredient of love, not one thing would grow or move or even stay still. Not even one weed would grow without love.

You may say you do not love weeds, and that they grow without your love. Listen, love is as much the life force of weeds as love is the life force of roses, just as much as love is the life force that you are. Love cognized you and every living thing on the planet, and everything on the planet is a living spinning thing. There is no inanimate. There is only love alive.

Even a stone is not a dead weight. It spins. It spins in joy. It heaves itself, a living breathing thing. It is the stuff that mountains are made of. The minerals hold your foot as you climb and boost you and hold you firm and salute your climb.

Love creates more love. There is no end to love, and, therefore, there is no end to life. It is said that life forms are converted and changed. No matter the details, the point is that love and life continue, and there is not one without the other.

There is an internal field of love and an outcropping. There is an eternal field of love on which the winds, which are themselves love, blow the leaves of love and spread them further.

There is a conspiracy of love on Earth, and you are part of it. We could say that love is a shape-shifter, or that you are love in many guises, and yet the eternal nature of love does not change, nor can love be kept locked up somewhere. Love will out. Love created the world, and love is taking over the world. You are overtaking love. You are admitting to your role in the world and putting on your cap or your beret.

You are unrolling a huge canvas, and you paint a picture of the world on it. You are the canvas. You are the painter. And you are the picture of the world that you paint. You paint with love. You are the love that paints.

You play so many roles, you slip in and out of them, and you don’t always know when you are playing or when you are not, when you are on land or sea, when you are yourself or someone else, or whether you are here at all, or where you have been, and what you were doing, or where you are now, and whom you have been with. You may be a game-maker, a costumer for love, a magician, a disappearing act, a troubleshooter or troublemaker.

You do not know if you are at all, for you and I are merged and cannot be pulled apart to be examined. We, the One of Us, cannot be taken apart to be dissected and identified. We, the One of Us, no longer distract Our One Self from the business of love We are about. We are Love, One Wholeness of Love Forevermore.

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