Heavenletters

Caro Danilo, wonderful fighter for truth,

there is such deep wisdom in your grass simile, and if I understand you right, you are saying that thinking about things all the time, even thinking about God, isn't very helpful. That's true. There are many coarse and subtle ways to try and push the grass and we usually resort to them when life gets difficult and uncomfortable - as inevitably it will from time to time.

But otherwise .... well, I'm a lover of grasses. I have several different species in my backyard and I know many places in nature where I'm sure to find endless varieties of them. When the first tiny little rolled-in leaves appear, as they do right now where I live, they immediately trigger images of what they will look like fully developed in summer and later in their autumn glory -- and my soul feels joyous and nourished without wanting to push in any way. I like to carry them in my heart, all the beautiful stages of their life at once. I'm sure that is not what you mean by "unnecessary ideals, dreams and vain hopes". But what are they?

Danilo, perhaps we just shouldn't be so concerned about doing things right or wrong, about wasting time by dreaming and hoping too much, or by wanting to be cuddled and not being grown-up enough. Perhaps all we have to do is to finally stop being smart. I know that's easier said than done (since, in my experience of myself, being smart very often means being afraid). But I have lived a life of deep and relentless depression and I just know that any idea of right and wrong, of better and worse, of how to live this life in a way that makes it work ..... is pointless. All steps lead to Me. Steps away from Me also lead to Me. (#2573; I know you know these words from Paula's translation). What could this mean other than: You need not fear making mistakes. You can't. And you need not use devices of any kind to come to Me. How are you going to shovel yourself closer to Me?

It's as if there was a very slight, almost imperceptible slant to life. Whatever we do, however long we may go round in circles or even engage in uphill battle, we will still, inch by inch, go down that incline the name of which is love.

Oh, I got carried away. But do you recognize some of what was on your mind in my words?