Dearest Gloria, no, I am
Dearest Gloria,
no, I am honest: I know I have just words, what do I teach? That it's the only thing I have: words. It's the only thing that I have, like God fro us. Without the memory of the words, I don't exist, none exists. At my words, at human'words, God opposes His Words, the Words of God are in addition to those of men: words were, words remain. It's necessary much more intelligence to understand that words are only words. But it's courageous enough, or desperate, to be willing to admit to himself. You are joyful because you have all the answers: God provides. God is on our side, God is with us. But they are only words, our words. We translate unknown into known, in words, but words like can transform and transform us into something real or different? Yesterday's words have not changed me, and so the words of tomorrow. Who can be joyful, it is only because he have founded a new GO(o)D reason to forget suffering of the living beings (not humans only) and start to think themself and its limited possessions and pleasures. Joy is a selfish response, a response of the ego, and God is the supreme ego because He enjoys Himself - He hasn't choise -, which is everything but beyond everything.
Sorry, Gloria, I am honest.
With love.
Danilo
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I can hardly believe it. In Heavenletter #2582, The Lock and the Key, is the silent prayer of my life, word for word:
"Look, God....." This Heaven Letter sounds to me like the last word. But if I look closely, does not Heaven Letter #1 sound like the last word too? In retrospect, it does. In retrospect, it even seems to me that all I will ever need is one sentence: "You came with nothing but Me."