HEAVEN #1930 All the Love
ALL THE LOVE in your heart is Mine. This means that all your
love is a reflection of Mine. It also means that your love is ultimately
directed to Me. You know the feeling of love. You know what love is.
It is your intimate nature as it is Mine. With love there is no distance
and no separation. What is love but union? It is the entwining of
hearts until there is Oneness. In Our case, We have Oneness Supreme.
This is why the woes of the world do not have to affect you as they
may have. The beautiful sunrise, the beautiful blossoming of a rose,
a bird's sweet song, a child's face lit up - the
power of all these
lies within you. They are a reflection of the love
that Our hearts are full of.
Let no one say he is loveless. Has love lain dormant in the world?
Yes, like a turtle, but not asleep. Drowsy perhaps. Nudge love awake
then. Nourish the love in your heart with your desire to love again,
your desire to love again and again, to love non-stop, to notice this
love within your heart, to spotlight it and let it star center-stage
in your life. This is your life, beloveds. What is there to wait for?
The love
in your heart is not meant to be thick molasses. It is not meant to
have its vessels clogged. Nor is the love in your heart meant to be
a licorice stick tugged on bit by bit. The love in your heart is like
spring water that bubbles up regardless of whether anyone is there
to drink it. Even if people pass by the spring of your love, you are
a fount of love regardless.
The wellspring of water does not cry out for attention. Rather it
stands at attention, ready every moment 
to give drink. From a
corner of their eye, even those who pass by may notice the fount of
water and feel it. Even if unbeknownst, some of the water will have
spattered onto them.
No one wants to be a dry well. Reclaim the love in your heart now.
Prime the pump, beloveds. Moisten your heart with love. Wait not for
moisture from the outside. Be the first to love. Even if you are the
only one who loves, love with your full heart.
Love is the First Cause. It is the only Cause.
Machination is not love. Initiate love, but do not instigate it. Give
it, and do not balk at it. Give it. Giving love first is not a ruse.
It is a gift that is yours to give. Everyone warrants your love. No
matter to whom you give love, you are granting it to yourself. Not
a portion, no, all of it. When love rises from your heart, it lands
everywhere. And that includes the heart from where it arose.
Your heart is like a furnace of love that heats up the whole world.
And the furnace itself that gives off heat has the highest temperature
of all. The giver of warmth is warmed. The giver of love knows love.
He who gives love receives the love he gives.
Love is love. It has no quarter. Even the most personal love is universal.
Love is love.
Love is pure or it is not love. Pure means without ulterior motive.
The only motive for love is that you want to give it, not for a return,
but for the blessing of itself.
The only thing on Earth worth its weight in gold is love. And, of
course, gold does not hold a candle to love.
HEAVEN #1925 No One is Sophisticated, Beloveds
THERE IS NOTHING you have to know but love. There is nothing you have to do
but love. Stop questioning, and just love. Don't be clever.
Be innocent. Love is innocent, beloveds. Love isn't a great
production. It is innocent. It is innocent like the Sun that gives
great light and great warmth. The Sun is not clever. It does not cogitate.
It shines, and so the Sun sings its own song, and so must you.
You have had enough now of following in others' footsteps. Now
you place your feet where they fit and where they will take you. They
will take you somewhere you have never been before, where no one has
been before. Life is all new. You, the breathing creature who lives
in the world, are not who you were five minutes ago. Even if you
have lived in a house for thirty years, and you step over the threshold
for the thousandth time, you have never before stepped over the threshold
as it is now. You have never experienced anything before. A whole
new conglomeration is being formed, and you are an inescapable part
of it.
No one is sophisticated, beloveds. No one knows more than you do.
They may think they do. You may think they do, but all are new and
equal in this moment, and all are beginners, for never was this moment
before, and never was this exact population what it ever was before.
The world spins like a roulette wheel, and the centrifugal force changes
everything, and everything is an unknown. The only outcome to bet
on is love. With your decision to love, all the lines from your forehead
are erased, all the cares from your shoulders removed. All you have
to do is to love. You have no other task before you. Whatever your
hands are occupied with, whatever the so-called demands on your life,
all you have to do is love. This is how you handle every situation.
If you do not feel love in your heart at any particular moment,
then you ask yourself what you would do if you did feel love, great
love, all-embracing love. What would you do, and what would happen
when you remember love? Immediately, concern would fall way. The idea
of a finish line would fall away.
With love, you would find yourself held in the hand of the universe.
Your individuality would loosen its hold, and you would recognize
that you are the universe, and that the world is whirling at your
behest.
You would stand in love, and you would begin to see the light of your
own love growing like
a flower before your very eyes, or you would
begin to see the volume of your love being blown up like a balloon
and reaching the stars. You would see love wherever you looked and
wherever you did not look because only love would be, and only love
would be known.
Love would be like incense filling the air. It would overcome you.
Yes, you would be overcome with love. What laughter there would be,
everyone drunk on love. There would be no end to laughter. There would
be nothing but laughter, the pratfall of love. Of course, there would
be the stillness from which love and laughter come.
The stillness
of love would pour all over the universe. In the manner of sweet rain,
it would fill every crevice of every heart on Earth. No heart would
be dry. Only tears of laughter would exist when the world is inundated
with the love you give to it.
©
Gloria Wendroff, 1999-2006, All Rights Reserved
Gloria
Wendroff always
loved reading, writing, and inspiration, but she never gave much thought
to God - let alone dreamed that a time would come when she would hang
on to every word of the Best Storyteller of All. Not until after forty-two
years of wandering did she become conscious of a desire for God. Then
it was another twenty more before she began to hear a whisper. Now,
looking back, she can see a tiny hint here or there but nothing to
prepare her for what was to come.