Heavenletters

Be content with yourself. It is enough that I know who you are. I will work My way through you no matter how entangled you may think you are. I will wend My way through everyone.
 
No one on Earth, no matter how angelic and evolved, has to take it upon himself to educate you nor show you a path. I am well capable. Leave these things to Me. There is a Greater Power, beloved, and that Greater Power is not dependent upon any beliefs you may have. It is not dependent on you or anyone. It is dependent on Me.
 
All are equal in My eyes. No one needs to take over My place. Make room for Me. Have trust in Me. Truly, you serve Me, but My service is not dependent on you nor your assistance. Leave a sense of responsibility for others to Me. You are not one who saves souls. That’s my job. No souls are lost in the first place, so none need to be saved.

 
 
Goodness, what have we been doing? And how many more times will You have to tell me that whatever I believe is just another shackle?

"Hands off," You say. And how universally that applies. After each bout of wanting to know and wanting to be able to do something about this life or at least my evolution, the longing for unknowingness gets deeper, that wish to get my hands off everything, most of all ideas.

There is a "space" inside where there is nothing at all, and it is enticing beyond words. I always look there longingly from this constant hullabaloo called life. Is that You? Is that where everything can be left to?