Heavenletters

As an actor on stage, give your role your all. Yet all the while, know that you are playing a part, and that you are more than the part you play. You are a many-splendored thing. You walk the Earth as you soar in Heaven. You walk and fly at the same time.

But having forgotten that what I'm doing here is just a part I play, I start taking the part seriously, and after I while I believe the part is all I am. What about the many splendors then? I only see myself walking. I don't know about soaring, I don't see myself or anyone soar. I have convinced myself that the whistle is the most or even only important part of the whistling kettle. Whatever I say from the walking part alone is mere whistling. What would the soaring part say? Oh, why speak at all when only a tiny fraction of myself is speaking instead of God (see next HL) speaking through it?

Every now and then you allow yourself a glimpse at the fullness that you are. Every once in a while, you fathom the fathomless about yourself. You begin to know Who you are, and your heart sings forth in love. That is when you begin to have a clue.

Yes, there is a beginning of having clues, thank goodness. There is even a beginning of not quite knowing who is speaking when I speak or write. It feels like I'm suggesting thoughts and words and then I wait to see what will actually be said, a deeply fascinating process that seems to involve more than I have conscious knowledge of. Some underlying theme being played somehow by... This is where I usually resort to paradoxical expressions like "by something strangely familiar". Today, for another split-second, I know it is I, waiting. Waiting for me.

When you are asleep, you may or may not remember your dreams. Whether you remember or not, you have been dreaming while you slept. More than that, you have transcended sleep, and you have been giving bright light to the world. You have been healing the world. We know that which heals is love, so in your sleep you have been handing out great love light...

Then wouldn't it be better to sleep all the time? Or does it mean that the many-splendored part of our being that is active while we sleep waits to be consciously active in our waking life? Oh, I long to see more of the strangely familiar and get past the boundaries I agreed to accept. All boundaries are self-imposed. Ignore them.