The same message every day.
The same message every day. How do You manage to make it so fresh, so crisp, so new every day?
And almost equally astonishing: How could we ever invent -- and believe! -- that weird notion that we had to be good, meaning obedient, in order to not be roasted indefinitely after leaving this body?
Thank God, that's not an interesting question any more. Revealing THIS to be paradise, that is what we are about. Let's do it.
This is my favorite Heavenletter. Until tomorrow's comes. Or until I have ears again to hear.


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