Heavenletters

Dear Chuck, I happily subscribe to most of what you say. Let us just as happily disagree on the "eclipse" thing; we can, can't we, without casting shadows anywhere?

Beeing quite complicated myself (rather: having had pre-Heavenletters time enough to work myself into a lot of unnecessary complications) and feeling thoroughly fed up with complexity, my being in love with Heavenletters springs from what I perceive as their utter simplicity. Although I sense that God's Letters are working on me in a deep, subtle and powerful way, I never detected a "therapeutic" intent in them. Therapy would imply that there is something wrong and diseased, and although I deeply bought into the "wrongness paradigm" myself, I refuse to accept it, paradoxical as that may sound. God wants to remind us of what we know and only learned to pretend we don't. For me, that's the whole story.If even for a moment, you once had a great love. You experienced and knew that which you were seeking.

So, what I really yearn for is to be able to follow Jim's beautiful lead and remember that it's about diving in and nothing else. I have no difficulties at all with the "multilayered" nature of things; I don't care whether I understand it or not. No space, no time – I'm not worried about any of that or even puzzled any more. So everything is and everything is all at once "in" one single dimensionless pinpoint of nonexistent space and time while attention (which is perception informed by intent) decides what stands out as "reality". Great. My mind does not grasp that and doesn't have to because I know it to be so – and to be unimportant.

When you hear Me speak to you — when you read My words, you are hearing Me speak to you — do you feel a sweetness course through you? Do you feel an exquisite sweetness that melts you, and makes you almost awake and almost asleep simultaneously deep in a moment of stillness?

What else is there? Yes, I feel the sweetness and it's killing me because I would love to dive in but don't feel I can. But if I feel I can't, can I really say I want to? Anyway, if fear still holds me back, I certainly haven't reached the stage where I cannot even think of anything else.

But what's that trail of bubbles there in the water? Must be Jim.