Heavenletters

A part of you would like to be One with Me, and a part of you likes to hold on to the old ways which, after all, no matter how uncomfortable, seem like a cozy old bathrobe you are used to and do not quite want to part with. You may say you do want to part with it and meld into Oneness with Me, and yet you keep that old bathrobe as if your very life were dependent upon it.

Reading this Heavenletter again and again, I find myself wondering about the "old ways" that are "uncomfortable" and yet hard "to part with". What are they? The amazingly simple answer, heard and read a thousand times before, nodding but never really taking it in, is: thoughts. Right now, chuckling to myself, I suddenly realize that nothing is "uncormfortable" unless I think and say it is. Yes, pain and hunger do exist, but in themselves, unlabeled, are they "uncomfortable"? Something wants me to answer that they are not. Unlabeled, everything is simply what it is. "Uncomfortable" or "suffering" are added als labels but have no reality of their own. Chic! There is clean and clear thinking for practical purposes, and there is murky mulling and worrying. The latter, it seems to me, accounts for 99% of my thinking, or more. I begin noticing how every moment and occurrence in my life is accompanied by and reduplicated as totally pointless, unhelpful thoughts. And it's truly astonishing how many of them are hurting me! Why have I put up with that? Oh, forget it. Dear God, help me stop that empty, pointless and "uncomfortable" thinking. You have often promised You will help, and I have never taken You at Your word. I'm doing it now.

... it is good to turn your thoughts over to Me because I am able to neutralize them. I will disintegrate them before your very eyes. Is it not true that, when your thoughts go to Me, not forced but by their own will for greaterness, you find yourself beyond thought, out of thought, and into My love?

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Whatever is too much for you to feel at peace with, turn over to Me. It does not belong to you. It is not yours to carry around. It is yours to give to Me. I have a special trashcan for it. Your worries faze Me not. They do not accrue to Me. I put them where worries go, and that is in the trash heap. Worries are no good to you. They are worth nothing. They are wear and tear. With worry gone, what will cause angst in your heart? Worry is an idle pursuit. It is a weed that grows. Extricate it.

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