Our way is paved with gold. Our light makes Our path golden. We are walking the high road. The low road is illusion anyway.
"You are a delightful toast I raise to Myself. I raise My glass so high that no one misses the sight of it, and all clink their cups with Mine. This is a unique toast We make. We clink stars. We clink the Sun and the Moon. We clink to Our Impermeable Oneness. To Our Oneness."
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I would like to thank Gloria and Anita Manasse for the oportunity to translate these letters into Spanish. Having done that for some time, I feel as if the essence of them has sunk deeply into my very being. Heaven Letters represent a wonderful way to connect with the source of it all. God - Love. This letters change the way we have been "trained" to perceive God, ourselves, and the world around us. We should take these letters and read them/hand them out to people who are feeling poorly, wherever they are. The comments of other readers have been most inspiring and touching.
The thing about old tin is that it rusts. One may hold onto precious tin memories and tin relativity until they rust (and rust they will) or let go of this ever transforming tin relative universe. Even the sun will one day rust. Yet the golden light of Father Sun shines on for eternity. So too does the conscious light in every Being. Let go of everything until the gold shines forth.
I am often momentarily distracted by the relative world. Sometimes for longer moments. Then I remember the treasure chest within that I felt/feel. This entire universe and all it's wonders is just a single golden coin in that treasure chest, bursting with an infinite bounty of golden coins.
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The thing about old tin is
The thing about old tin is that it rusts. One may hold onto precious tin memories and tin relativity until they rust (and rust they will) or let go of this ever transforming tin relative universe. Even the sun will one day rust. Yet the golden light of Father Sun shines on for eternity. So too does the conscious light in every Being. Let go of everything until the gold shines forth.
I am often momentarily distracted by the relative world. Sometimes for longer moments. Then I remember the treasure chest within that I felt/feel. This entire universe and all it's wonders is just a single golden coin in that treasure chest, bursting with an infinite bounty of golden coins.