Heavenletters

Soon or late, you all come to the same place. A golden staircase awaits you. And you climb. When you look back, you see that all of your life was a climb on a grand royal staircase. You just thought you were on one level. What once seemed interminable, now you see was half a blink of the eye. Your whole life was really contained in one moment. Time was just a passing thought.
 
And wherever you thought you were, whatever you thought surrounded you, why, there was nothing at all. You realize that the corridors you had walked down were made of mirrors. All the reflections you saw on your way were really images of you. The glass perhaps did not reflect perfectly or your vision was blurred, yet behind the mirrors lay great treasure.

 
God, if time existed, that would mean You said this six and a half years ago.

From great heights, now you can see perfectly, and you see that you were seeing yourself. You recognize that you are the entirety of creation. What you thought was a place you stood on was something you carried. All the scenery displayed ... Why, you were glimpsing your own art!

 
Well, of course, how can God be anything but patient when patience, like time and like otherness, is a rabbit pulled out of some hat.

There was nothing to dispute and no one to dispute with. You played all the parts. The places you went, the paintings you saw, the landscapes, the surrealism, the earth, the sky, all were illusions, and you, all along, were the magician. There is no place. There is no time. There is no other. There is only the Oneness of creation, a game of hopscotch, a passing fantasy, a whirl of color from your own brush. You were everything. You are everything. All is stationed within you, never kept, and never lost.

 
These are very beautiful words, You know. It should not puzzle me that we are "still" discussing them, but it does.

Mind scratches its head when reading Your words, trying to somehow fit them into its preconceived notions. Heart only smiles. Since You are giving us so many Heavenletters even after You have said it all, it must be You know it's not easy for us to switch from mind to heart while reading Your messages. And if that's all right with You, how could I object?