Heavenletters

I choose now to believe You. You know I have tried everything else. But trying to make sense doesn't make sense any more. Refuting things that look contrary to what I call "my experience" cannot pass as common sense any more.

My mind still does not understand and asks for proof. But my heart jumps and laughs and claps its hands when it hears You speak this way. It does not say why or does not know how to or maybe I don't hear. I think my heart is a rascal at heart, an anarchist. And even my mind enjoys a pun like "time passes".

So then, time and even timelessness are not, space is not. There is Infinity, and Infinity is Oneness is love is joy. There is nothing else. All perceived "else" is imagination which means that anger and fear and envy and hate are all made-up. Go on. I said I'll believe You. I mean it, go on. My body is immaterial. Well, yes, it has to when there is no space. Even my body is imagined, right? There aren't souls. There is one Soul. No "my soul", huh? I am love. I am Oneness. Goodness, who's this I? Feeling apart from Oneness, feeling alone, can only be imagined.

You live in an imaginary world, beloveds. It is your mind that wanders. Your heart stays still. Of course it does. Your heart is One with Mine, and Mine is One with yours. Oh, My beloved Self, We sink into Oneness. Or We rise. Well, we can do neither, because We stay right where We are.

I count on You to remind me when I relapse into believing otherwise. I'm fed up with knowing. You know for me now.

Imagined. All of it. Accepting "imagined" is quite a challenge, You know. But the scent of freedom seems to come from there.