Heavenletters

Serve Because You Love to

theophil — Mon, 07 May 2012 05:44:22 -0400

When you want to do something, and you do it, that is serving. When you do from a sense of duty, without the joy, that is not serving. There is a big difference between serving from your heart and serving from obligation. Serve because you love to. Serve because it is your joy to do so.

Of course, there is value in your washing the dishes even when your heart isn't in it. You are cleaning up a mess. Someone has to. How much better it is when you can feel: "I love to serve my family. Right now washing dishes is my way to show love to my family. They leave their cups in the sink, and I am happy to find them there in the sink, and I am happy to wash their dishes. I am happy to be part of a family."

One way or another, beloved, when your service meets without resistance from you, one way or another, your family will serve you with the same open heart. Happily or unhappily, your family reflects you.

When you wash the dishes, and resent it, or nag about it, what are you creating?

I am saying that the frame of mind in which you do the dishes makes all the difference in the world to you and to your family. Perhaps, if you see your little service as a privilege, as an honor, then others will see service, including washing the dishes, in the same way you do.

Tell Me, is there any good reason why everything you do cannot be a joy to you? Think of love, and everything you do will be a joy to you. And there is that little clause of Mine: "All you do you do for Me." Is there something that your heart would not be happy to do for Me? What would be too much for Me to ask you to do? What could be too much for you to do for Me?

Right now I ask you to smile. Will you do that? How hard is that to do for Me? Ah, there, I see your smile smiling at Me for the joy you give to Me.

Right now, if I ask you to sweep the floor, can you find it within yourself to sweep the floor for Me? Is it hard to do when you do it for Me?

Right now, if I ask you to be patient where you are not, can you not be patient when I ask you to be? What is there that I can ask you to do that is too much for you to do? Anything?

When I ask you to be generous today, can you do it? Will you do it?

And if I ask you to be generous to yourself today, will you be generous with your love to yourself? Begrudging is not generous to yourself or anyone. Feeling sorry for yourself is not generous to yourself. Not at all. Be glad you can do whatever you can do. And do it.

However you portray yourself, others will portray themselves to you.

Be good-natured. This is how you restore the world to its balance. Smile at the world. Smile at yourself. Smile at Me.

So, today, if there is something that needs to be done, and you need to do it, and you are not happy to do it, can you sell yourself on it? Can you persuade yourself to do it graciously? Can you be an example to yourself, beloved? Can you be happy today and happy to do whatever you are called on to do? Will you do it with a smile and make yourself happy?

Dream, Dream, Dream

theophil — Mon, 07 May 2012 05:43:22 -0400

I speak now. I say you are beautiful. I say you are love. I say there is One Alone in all of Creation.

I, God, speak in the present. When I talk about the so-called past, it is to soothe you and bring you to greater understanding. It is the same when I speak of what is called the future. I desire to give you solace and a greater vision. Having a greater vision is a necessity. A greater vision starts with dreaming.

There is not too much you can ask for. Ask away.

Do you have a big dream? Have it. Have many big dreams. Have them. From acorns, oak trees grow. If that were not known, if science did not say so, you might have scoffed at the idea. How could that little thing make a big oak tree? You might have thought that was a joke.

I tell you that it is from your having dreams that dreams come true. Create your dreams, and some will come true in this lifetime. Some will come true in another lifetime or perhaps for someone else. Dreams are meant to be shared and picked up by others. Living a human life without dreams is too awful to even think of. Dreams are the food for your heart.

Deserts are beautiful with all the sand and all the dunes and the ways the wind blows. Heat and dryness have their own beauty. And yet, how much more beautiful is a desert with an oasis.

Let your dreams and your life be like oases in the desert. Your dreams are like advertisements for your life. Want a big life? Dream big. Have wave after wave of dreams. Why not? Why not claim dreams? Dreams are waiting for you, and waiting to be manifested. Dreamers dream, and dreams manifest themselves. You plant dreams, and the dreams themselves bear fruit. The dream itself desires to be, and, so, you dream it as a favor to the dream. Dreams want to come true. Someone has to dream them.

Sometimes dreams you didn't even think of come true. And when they come true, you realize that you always wanted what came true. You always wanted what you hadn't dreamed of, and, yet, the undreamed dreams, or the dreams dreamed on another level, have also come true, and they come true for you. If a dream comes true, someone had it. Someone longed for it, even when the someone didn't know the words. Even if he didn't know the name of the dream, even if he hadn't quite seen the dream's face, he is blessed to see the dream come true and recognize that it was his dream, his unnamed dream, that came true. It could be the dream was yours.

Dreams are very much like magic, and yet magic has a proven basis. There is logic to what seems like magic. Dreams may seem like a feat of magic, and, yet, dreams really do come true. Bet on your dreams, beloveds. It is a wise thing to do. Bet even on your unknown dreams.

The opposite is also true. Think of what you dread, and what you dread may also come true. Or it may not. When you dream big dreams, even if nothing else happens, you have the joy of having dreamed them. When you think of what you dread, when you, in effect, dream of what you dread, this dream of dread brings you no joy. While you are at it, why not give yourself joy?

You can think of eating a delicious candy, and your mouth waters, and you almost taste the sweetness. When you think of eating a delicious candy, you take pleasure even in the thought of eating the candy.

What are your dreams? Have them. Dream them.

Sing Life's Songs

theophil — Mon, 07 May 2012 05:42:00 -0400

You seek joy. Of course, you do. You seek joy, and you seek importance. You seek meaning. You want to be fun-loving and meaningful, and you want your life to be fun and meaningful. And, yet, so often, too often, the joy and meaning you want elude you.

You run after joy and don't find so much of it. You chase meaning, and often are disappointed.

The meaning is life. Life is the meaning, and the meaning is love. Seek to know love. Let that be your importance. You are a seeker of love. Rather, set your meter for giving love. Let out all the love in your heart, and you will know joy, and you will know the meaning of life. You and I are the meaning. We are the meaning and the joy.

I am within you. All the meaning and joy and love are within you. What you find outside of you is what is inside you. You are a mighty crater filled with meaning and filled with joy. You will know much more when ego gets out of the way. Ego requires having to have. Love requires having to give for the joy it perpetuates.

Ego is needy, and so it plays on your perceived neediness. Ego puffs you up for a while. You don't require being pumped up. You do not need a special delivery package. You need to be the sender. Ego is like an advertisement in the mail. All advertisements sound good, sound beneficial, sound imperative. Advertisements convince you that you must have whatever it may be that they want you to buy. All you really need is you and Me, the two of us as One, as you explore life and all the surprises it will bring.

You can be certain of surprise. You can be certain of Me, and you can be certain of you, yet not always in the sense of the actualizations you would wish. You have a sure thing in Our Oneness, yet you would like to be surprised only in the ways you would like to be surprised. Surprise parties aren't what you always want. You want guaranteed surprises, signed on the dotted line.

Meanwhile, life is made of surprises, ones you like, and ones you don't like. In any case, you can be sure that life holds surprises for you. There is not a lifetime without all kinds of surprises, some you welcome, and some you do not.

Start bending your surprise quota, beloveds. Exercise. Become flexible. Look at your surprise muscles grow! Why, you will take everything in your stride. Whatever life requires of you, you bend down to pick it up or you rise to reach it. Consider life a tree you pick fruit from. In life on Earth, even an apple tree can bear a pear or an apricot or a hickory nut. Not always what you had thought.

This Heavenletter today is a lesson in exercising the dance of life, doing all the steps with great alacrity. Look at the legs of your life leap. See the rhythm of your arms. See your waist bend. See your hair bounce. You are a dancer in life, and now you sing life's songs, and your voice is beautiful.

No longer do you practice lament. Your lamenting days are over. Your dancing body is so flexible, there is no resistance, no stiffness. And so, with your voice, your voice hits the high notes. You are meant for the high notes of life. I speak of you, yet never forget that you means We.

The Story of Love

theophil — Sat, 05 May 2012 05:34:58 -0400

What shall We talk about today? Shall We talk about you? Or shall We talk about Me? Shall We talk about the weather or what you ate for breakfast? Does it matter what We talk about? Sometimes you have something urgent on your mind, and sometimes you whistle a happy tune. What matters anything when We are together, and together as One?

What do We need to be complete but Our One Self? What do We need but love? Love is the grist for the mill. Nothing else is.

Hooray for love. Nothing is more interesting. And there are so many ways to love and love again and think about love on Earth. If you must think, think about love. Unlimited is love and the shades of love. There is love for a child and love for a parent. Love for animals, nature, flowers, all the people We carry in Our hearts, near or far. And there is romantic love, simply a branch of love. There is love of words and stories and tales yet untold. There is love. And there is always more love ready to set out to deliver itself.

Love is always seeking new ways to express itself. Surely, We want more expression of Our love. Love does not want to stay within, dwelling on itself. Love wants to go out to the outer reaches of itself. Love wants to encompass everything, the whole world and beyond. Love is an eager traveler. Love wants to set sail into uncharted waters.

Love wants to be a deep-sea diver. It wants to be an ace pilot. It wants to alight on stars and carry starlight. Love wants to go to the center of the Earth and dig deeply into the heart of the Earth and leave itself there as well. Love wants to go everywhere, be everywhere, leave itself everywhere. It wants to forge new trails. Love wants to be a comet that speeds on its way. Love also wants to take its time and savor itself and sink its transmitted love into the very heart that gave it.

This is love, and love loves to relate itself and listen to its own stories. Love itself cannot get enough of giving love. Love digs deep into its pocket so that it can chip in more love and more love and more and more love.

Love wants to meet itself everywhere and in everything. It wants to dive into every heart, leave itself there, and leap into the next heart until it finds itself lively in every heart and can call each heart its own, its own parking place, its own hangar, its own taking-off place. Love settles, and love flies free, and this is the story of love.

This is the love story that has been told through the ages.

To some, it has been a dream. To the dippers into Reality, this is the only story there is. Love is a beautiful mustang who roams the range without any reins held on him.

Love is a beautiful mustang, and love is also the cowboy who rides him. The rider spurs the mustang of love on to further hearts on the range in order to deliver the love from his vast heart to another.

In the world, very often tales of love are tales of woe because the teller of the tale wanted love to be enclosed and held as a still frame and kept close to the teller of the tale of woe.

Love may stay. Love does stay. And yet love cannot be fettered. Love is no one's captive. However, love loves to capture all hearts. In that sense, it can be said that love is a stealer of hearts and keeps them all on an unfenced field of love.

Being Love

theophil — Sat, 05 May 2012 04:30:58 -0400

Established in being, be. Established in love, love. Being and love are the two steps of your life. As you take a step of love, you are also taking a step of Being. In Being, in actuality, you take no steps. Being just is, and yet We can say for practical purposes that you are made of two steps, Being and Love. Even as Being stays still, We can call it a step. Or We can say that you hop on one foot called Love while We can say that Being is the Road You Travel On or the Porch You Sit In.

You can't be without Being. Impossible. You would not be unless you were Being. Nor can you exist without Love. I speak of the love within you, the love that is at your service any time you call it to you. Love is your faithful servant, yet you may tend to feel that love is like a baseball thrown to you, and you catch it. Catch love in your heart, beloveds. That's where I place My love for you to extend. Be solid with love. Be a juggler of love in that you can always throw the ball of love up and never miss catching it. It is inevitable. It is inevitable that love is, and it is inevitable that you will catch on to love. You have a great right arm for throwing love to the stars, and a great two arms to catch the reflection of your love in an embrace as it bounces its way back to you.

Love and Being are never lost. They are the two constants in the world.

You perk up your ears and say, "How can that be? God, what are You saying? Love is constant? Not in my life. Love, the kind of love I want, has been an intermittent visitor, arriving I know not when, fleeing I also know not when. Love in my life, God, has been fickle, my love as well as others' love. Love constant? Nope, not at all."

Nevertheless, I repeat, Love is a constant. You will grant, won't you, that love can be pulled out or it bursts out seemingly on its own. Where would love burst out from or be pulled out from except from within you where love has been at attention, ready to serve all along.

Love, contrary to how it may seem to you, is not a stranger. It is a loyal soldier eager to be called to the front, not a front of skirmishes, but more like a front porch where love can sit down and enjoy being love.

Love is simple. Love simply enjoys. Love can sit on the front porch and love everyone and everything that goes by, and still love sits on the front porch and just enjoys Being. Yes, love is constant. It just may be that you jump around. In that case, it's you, not love, that plays hide-go-seek.

You may have turned love into a game, Catch Me If You Can. And you have chased love, eager to spot love from another, eager to bask in another's love, until one of you turns your back on it. Love is not intended to be a sometime thing, a fractured thing. Love is meant to be sitting on the front porch and happy to sit there and be love and love all, love for love's sake.

We could say that Being is the front porch where Love sits and rocks. Being and Love, two partners, Being the basis, and love the expression. Who would want to express anything in the world but love?

The Creator and the Created

theophil — Fri, 04 May 2012 05:30:45 -0400

In My Name, are you. In My Calling, are you. In My Love, are you. In all that I AM, are you. In all that you are, I AM. In all that, to your eyes, that you are not, I AM. I AM in you, and, therefore, you ARE in all. There is not an iota of the created world that you are not or I am not. We are One inextricably One.

We are in this Creation together. We are also in Heaven together. There is none of Our being apart. We are whole. We are all of it, and We are partners all. I call you My son, yet We are brothers all. I am at the apex of all existence and the non-existent, and, therefore, so are you.

We reign in the Kingdom of Heaven together. We travel on Earth in the same cart or carriage or motorcycle. We. I cannot say We enough. We, We, We are all that is. We are It, beloveds. We are. I AM. You are My same Am-ness.

Clasped in each others' hearts, We are One Heart of Love. There is no other heart than the One Heart We share. We do not exchange hearts. We share. There is nothing in this Universe that is not shared. There is nothing in Heaven that is not shared. On Earth, even illusion is shared. I do not believe all the illusion that you believe, and, yet, We share illusion with the One of Us. I well know your heartache. I take you seriously, yet not your heartache. I do not pretend.

You are My child, and yet you are Myself. You are a thought of Myself seemingly wandering in the wilderness. There is no wilderness. There is the Created World, however. How overwhelming it must seem to you. How vast the Created World must seem, and, yet, nevertheless, the Created World is a drop in the bucket compared to Truth and the Oneness of All That Is.

If you have one crayon, you can still draw everything with it. The sunlight will cast a different view. According to the Sun, your one crayon becomes many colors streaming through the Universe. Oneness shines according to a prism of it. There is no end to the light that can be cast and the light that can sweep you up in it.

What a marvelous creature you are that I created, and, yet, I replicated Myself. Yet you have relegated only certain abilities to yourself. You make comments about yourself. You limit yourself and run only so far. At the same time, I also tell you that you do not exist. The you that you imagine and draw an outline of yourself around and accept as outlined, is, in reality, Me, and I am expanded. I am the Vastness you draw a little picture of yourself in, and, yet, you are the Vastness that I AM because the Oneness of Love is all that exists. Feel the beat of My heart now. It is yours.

I suppose it could be said that you are the echo of My heart. That is good enough for Me. May it be good enough for you.

In any case, the point is that We are One. I am One, and you are One, and there is One One, so Who can One be except Me, the One of I? You are the One of I.

Dance for joy. Think of what this must mean that We are not We but One, the Selfsame One, the One That Is, the Creator and Created of All.

Call It Love

theophil — Fri, 04 May 2012 05:29:44 -0400

So many thoughts you have. How they race around. Come, settle down. Let your mind rest a while. Your mind does not have to be so busy, so occupied with one thought after another. Your mind can recline in a hammock, put its feet up, have a little recess from thoughts racing back and forth and up and down like a scale in music.

You have been resting your heart and speeding up your mind. This is askew. Let the mind rest and your heart surge. Your heart is ready to go.

Your heart is now coming into its ascendency. The mind is taking a step back. The active mind is going to recline a while and let your heart have its day in the sun.

It's your heart's turn. Your heart is coming out of the closet. Your heart comes tumbling out, happy to be getting its day in court, in the courtyard, rather -- in the courtyard of love where love dances and beckons every heart to dance with it. Your heart is quite polite, generous, perceptive and receptive. Your heart is love on the move. The love in your heart is much more than the frosting on the cake. Your heart is more like the cake in the oven, maybe even more like the batter prepared and just ready to pop into the oven.

We could say that, with your intent and consent, the cake of love is baking in the oven of your heart right now. Love is all prepared there. It has been stirred there. The baking tin is already full with love. And love bakes, and then you serve the love generously, right and left. What kind of cake is the love in your heart?

Any cake you choose -- the cake you love to bake and love to serve. Look, it can even be bread spread with sweet butter, perfect. No two hearts exactly alike, yet, at the same time that all hearts are alike, each heart makes a difference. Each heart follows a recipe, a long-standing recipe, and yet each heart has its own touch. I made everyone's heart individually by hand.

I am the Source of the love in the oven of your heart. The cake in the oven of your heart is ready. It is just the right time for your love to come out and for you to serve it to the world, the Universe, and to Me. How happy I am when you love.

I realize that you are not quite sure what love means. I will tell you more. This is not a specified love We are speaking of. This is more of a generic love, but not mass-produced. Say to yourself right now: "I have a heart that loves. The love in my heart does not have to be aimed. It does not require a specific goal. It just has to go out."

Now, I will tell you how to recognize the love in your heart as it pops up as if from a pop-up toaster. You also know love by another name, and that name is joy. Whenever your heart reclines and you notice that you like being where you are and the people you are with, then you are experiencing the love in your heart. You can experience the love in your heart as well as anyone, as well as I.

Your heart feels light. Love is happiness being spread, and that happiness also spreads on you. It is spread on the field that surrounds you and that you walk in. The love in your heart takes you with it. Your heart is plump with love, and We can name what you feel as a kind of general well-being. We can call it joy. We can call it peace. We can call it love.

To Your Heart's Content

theophil — Fri, 04 May 2012 05:27:53 -0400

Your heart is opening and opening. You are setting your heart free. Once upon a time, you had braked your heart. You went way less than the speed limit. You may have cut your heart, your beautiful heart, in two, packed half in reserve, the other half for view or perhaps show. Now you are pulling the restrained half of your heart out of storage and restoring wholeheartedness to its rightful place. You are beginning to make sense. How happy your heart is. And how happily your heart pulls the world forward.

No more hidden hearts. Now, only hearts of boldness, hearts that get right out there, declare themselves, don't care who knows that you have a heart of love that stops at nothing. Well, actually, what it is is that your heart stops everywhere. Never too busy for showing up. Never so focused on other things that it can't stop for one more. No longer do you carry a heavy segregated heart that is allowed love only so far and no further.

Now you are giving your heart the freedom it always was made for. You are giving your heart all kinds of signals, like telling it, "Have a go. Have a run for your money." Where is your heart's love going to take you? Why, love is going to take you everywhere! Your heart is coming out of hiding! That means you are too.

You are going to be on the front page of your life now. No longer are you in small print at the back of the newspaper. You are circulating yourself. You are circulating love. You are making love known, and you do this without ceremony, and yet you do this fulsomely. Love is having a rebirth. This is a debut for your love. This is a coming-out party, and everyone is invited. Now love leads the parade. Now the drum roll is for love. Now the tuba plays a love call. Yes, you are in the midst of a call for love.

Love is certainly called for. Love is in style now. It is safe to love now. As with fishing in a river, you just throw your lines out. You enjoy fishing whether you catch something or not. You enjoy throwing your line out.

You sit letting the stars know how much you love them, or you sit letting the sun know. You let the Universe know. You spill love out from your heart, and you let your love fall where it may. You don't secularize your love. Once given, it is given. You don't call for it back. There is no small print, no disclaimers or claims, just love freely given. And where it lands, it lands. You don't keep an accounting.

You fish at a stream, or you walk the world, and you hand out love right and left. You are love walking across the world. You are not collecting. You are giving. You are giving love out.

You don't call attention to yourself. You call attention to the existence of love in every heart. Love calls to all hearts, and all hearts answer the call to love.

The beat of your heart, the gait of your walk, the look in your eye, all say, "Love is here. Love is here for the asking, and love is here for the giving. All glory to love, for this is the Year of Love all have been waiting for. Love has arrived but not in a golden coach. Love has arrived on foot, and love acknowledges all in its path. Love deploys itself and covers the territory of hearts. It covers the world. It reaches to Heaven. Love has arrived, and love is splendid, and love is mine."

What can you do with love but give it and give it generously? You are a harbinger of love now. To your heart's content, you give love. You give a love potion to the world that can use more of it, and so you give. You have nothing better in the world to do now but scatter love to the winds.

Look Up, Beloveds

theophil — Fri, 04 May 2012 05:26:20 -0400

Something wonderful is brewing, and brewing within you. You can almost touch it, yet you can't quite put your finger on it. You just know that something wonderful is brewing, and you are going to have it and witness it, and that is enough. You are going to receive it, and you are going to love it.

Take this personally. This is meant for everyone. This is plural you I am telling this to. You are going to have a receiving beyond your imagination. Yet, go ahead and imagine.

The horizon is coming closer. You can almost touch it, yet not quite. It is so close. You can see a horizon coming closer. The something wonderful that is coming closer is like this, only you can't see it yet. Maybe it is a sound you hear. Maybe it is a change in atmosphere, but this something wonderful is rushing toward you, yet who can describe what has not yet been seen?

What if you had lived in a land that was only night, and one morning a dawn started to break through the night -- how exciting this would be, how happy you would be. It is like this. This is like what you can anticipate now. A whole new light breaking through. A whole new light ushering a whole new view of the world. Like a herd of horses, this new light is rushing toward you with great delight to give to you. Yes, you can almost hear the rumblings. The excitement builds.

You almost want to run outside and wait on the road for what is on its way, on its way to you.

Special Delivery seen by all, received by all, heard coming by all, sighted by all, a great something wonderful that can't be stopped, can't be slowed, can't be mistaken, can't be anything but so wonderful that your mouth is watering for it now. The suspense is great. You can hardly wait.

Everyone, everyone is going to receive this gift. It is greater than a gift. It is greater than any package and greater than you can imagine, and yet this wonderfulness may arrive in different colors, shades, shapes. It is something wonderful without wrappings, more wonderful than any package, yet it is a summation, as if you are being rewarded all at once for all the good you have done and for even all the good you have not yet done. You are on the cusp of being rewarded for being on the forefront. Something wonderful is on its way to you. Open your arms.

This is a blessing, yes, yet it is more than a blessing. No, no, it is much more than a pat on the head or a blue ribbon. No, no, it is much more than anything you can dream of. And it is almost here, this burgeoning flower, this new fruit, this new esplanade of greatness on Earth that is going to fall at your feet, that you are going to marvel at, that you are going to jump for joy about, that you are going to greet like a shining hero, this Great Light that you are going to pick up and find that it has entered you, and that you sparkle with it, and everyone and everything sparkles with it.

All your concerns and worries and angers and frustrations will be thrown out the window, so gloriously happy you will be. Look up at Me, and know that you are going to be receiving a treasure beyond belief, beyond your belief, but not beyond Mine. I am sending this to you. It is on its way. It is headed right to you. Look up!

A Great Magnanimous Event

theophil — Fri, 04 May 2012 05:25:09 -0400

Let go of the idea of fault, that it is your fault or someone else's fault. There is no fault, unless you call the state of being a human being as a fault. You have, haven't you? You have thought it is a great mark against you, haven't you? You have thought being human is a failing.

You are not to fault your being a human. It is a great gift to be a human being. A baby may be born every day, yet coming into the world as a human being is a great magnanimous event.

It is not as a penance that you are embodied as a human being on Earth. You may feel that you are serving time. You are not imprisoned on Earth. You are set free to set out and find your fortune. You are on a journey of discovery. Souls in Heaven cannot carry a knapsack. Humans can.

It is not that I want you to compare the advantages and disadvantages of being human versus being angel in Heaven. In fact, I want to say, despite what you believe, there are only advantages either way. You can see advantage or you can see lack. Everything is opportunity. On Earth, you have free choice. In Heaven, you are beyond choice. There is only love to choose so you cannot go off the chosen path. In human life, you can stumble. Do not even think that stumbling is a disadvantage, for, from stumbling, you can pick yourself up. Angels do not stumble. The inability to stumble certainly has its advantages, yet I am saying that whatever is, it is an advantage. It certainly is an opportunity.

Like a baby, a human being grows. A human being expands. It is a favor to be a human being. It is a favor to be brown-eyed, and it is a favor to be blue-eyed. It is time for you now to stop seeing that the grass grows greener in another field.

Whichever side of Heaven you stand in, you are blessed. Earth is a side of Heaven. It is the earthly side. Yet there is no fence, beloveds. You already know that, as a human, you travel in Heaven. I will say you never left, yet you see that you have left, and, in many ways, you wish to return to the fold. You have not been excommunicated, beloved ones. You have not been dropped without a rope to climb back up on.

All the while that dimensions do not really exist and time does not really exist, you are experiencing other dimensions and times. Yes, you are on Earth to experience, and, one way or another, you will experience all that life on Earth has to offer.

You are turning the tide of life on Earth. You are pivotal. Your return to Earth is not all about you. You are to serve Earth by your very presence. We could say that you are a key to opening the mysteries of life.

Confess, there are those times when you would not trade Earth for Heaven. It's a good idea now to stop thinking in an either/or way. Think now in a NOW way. In Heaven there is Eternity full-square. On Earth, Eternity is measured in increments. Eternity is real. The measurement of time is illusion. Yet illusion is not all bad, beloveds. From illusion you come to Reality as it is in Heaven. From illusion, you travel. All is secure. I hold Earth in My hand, and you in My heart. You never went anywhere except in your imagination.