Heavenletters

If one were to look at my life at the present moment from a strictly material point of view, I have nothing to offer.

I have no visible means of support, except a small pension.

For a year now, I have been borrowing on a credit line in order to live and restore my house in the mountains to rentable condition.

I am deeper in debt than I have ever been.

Yet, this morning, reading God's "Heaven Letter," I realized how rich I truly am, how much I have to share, and what an amazing opportunity for generous, expanisive growth this situation truly is.

I take a deep breath, shut my eyes, and listen to the sounds of the day shaping itself outside my window.

I am moved by God's words, beyond my selfish fear for my survival, into a place of true inspiration.

"In-spire" From the Latin, meaning “to breathe in”

With each breath I breathe, I am presented with a choice.

Do I listen to the voice of fear, which tells me that I am in serious danger of not surviving, and I must take drastic measures immediately to stave off certain death?

No.

Is disaster imminent in this lovely moment?

Of course not.

Or do I listen to the Voice that speaks of God's Love, the Voice which comforts me and assures me that there is enough for everyone, that I am safe and cherished by the arms of Love?

Of course.

I can choose to expand, to “inspire, ” filling my lungs deeply with the breath of life.

Or do I choose to “expire,” to breath out, to die a little death?

I choose life.

I breathe in the fresh Spring air and give thanks for my small downtown oasis, my apartment in the city, with a garden outside my window. I give thanks my house in the country that has sat empty for months. Once it is repaired and restored it can be rented out.

I breathe out, exhaling all the fear of death, all the worry and panic.

I realize I have resources, options, choices.

I have survived much worse than this.

But beyond mere survival, I have so many opportunities to expand into new beginnings.

By embracing the seemingly disempowering circumstances of my life, and flowing into them, I shift from a place of constricting panic, into a spacious place of overflowing love, happiness and possibility.

A sense of joy and peace swells in my heart, as I realize how truly blessed I am.

This is the place of receiving generously, of being fully alive and awake.

I have been given so much to be grateful for.

I am grateful for the sunshine outside my window, the branches of the willow tree moving gently in the breeze.

I am grateful for the toast and tea my partner just presented to me with love.

I am deeply, lavishly loved……by friends, family, lovers, each of them a shining mirror of the the Face of God, incarnate.

I am blessed with intelligence, creativity, and the ability to express myself.

I can speak well.

I can write.

I can uplift, inspire, move others with my words.

I am have vision.

I am able to see the blindingly beautiful Light of Heaven break into shimmering, iridescent colours on a snowbank or in the intense light glinting off the ocean.

I can listen deeply.

I can hear the Voice of God in the wind.

I am a gifted intuitive healer. Healing energy passes through my hands, my actions, and my words.

Because I have been through hard times myself, I have faith that I know the way out.

I have the ability to guide others on their journey through the dark out into the light, Home to who they really are.

I am deeply grateful for all these gifts from God.

Because I have been gifted so much, I have so much to share.

There is nothing to fear.

I breathe in deeply again, and, with a huge sigh of relief, I exhale all the fear.

I remember.

I am alive. I am here. I am present. It is safe. I am blessed. I am home.

I feel the gift of life flowing through my being, returning the gift in the giving of it.

There is more than enough fresh air and sunshine for everyone. We are all blessed.

In the spirit of generosity, I have a choice.

I can to continue to be stingy with myself, cutting off the flow of life, refusing what is offered so generously, or I can share my gifts freely, allowing God’s love to breathe through me and inspire others.

Such a simple, yet essential gift, the breath of life.

I feel so fortunate that I am alive and have so much to share.

Thanks, once again, God, for allowing me to remember who I really am, and where I am standing in the light, on the mountaintop.

Don't forget to breathe!