HEAVEN #2385  Traverse the Universe

WE ARE GOING to traverse the Universe together, you and I. We are pulling up stakes, and entering a new dimension. To go somewhere, you have to leave somewhere. We are leaving the past now. It's easy to do. We just leave it. You leave it, just the way you left childhood, just the way you left adolescence, just the way you rode in one tram instead of another, just the way you worked in one place instead of another, just the way a parade marches down the street and turns a corner. What are corners for if not to traverse?

We have already turned the corner, beloveds, you and I. We are already walking down a new street.

It may not have been announced that you were leaving where you had been, but leave you have, and leave you must. You may not have known you were leaving. One day you look over your shoulder, and you see that you have turned many corners, and now, and now, beloveds, there is no turning back. And why would you? Why would you?

There is always a point of no return. This is a good thing. You cannot turn back the imaginary clock. You cannot resurrect the dead as they were, as you were, as you once thought you were, they were, life was. There is solely to be. And you do that irrespective of where your body is placed in so-called time and space.

You are an adventurer. You are a space traveler even when there is no space. You are a time traveler, even when there is no time. There is no time to run out of. There is no space to traverse. And yet, even so, We, you and I, are going to traverse the Universe together. Hand in hand, We travel down a road not yet traveled. We travel down a road not built yet. We are the Makers of the road, even though no road is needed.

We cross non-existent streets. We climb non-existent stairways to the stars. We do this in one bound. We leap from star to star. We are light-footed. We have no feet. We need no feet. We need stars, and yet, we do not need stars, for We already have them, and they have Us, and there is no having. There is only Being.

We are everywhere and nowhere. There is nowhere to be, only to be.

When you have had your fill of water, you are no longer thirsty. The thirst is satiated.

What more need have you of anything, beloveds, except to drink in the stars and drink in thoughts of Me? Plaster yourself with thoughts of Me. Wake up in the morning hearing Me say, "We are going to traverse the Universe together."

That is what we have been doing. That is what We have been up to. Even as there is no doing, We have been up for new corridors to walk down, new corridors to be in, to imagine We are in. We are butterflies, and We have new flowers to alight on and drink from in an ecstasy of sweetness. Do you not think that the flowers enjoy the butterflies drinking their nectar? The flowers are like mothers, happy to nourish. It is no accident that Mother Earth is called Mother Earth. Which came first? Which came first? The butterfly's need to drink or the flower's to give?

You have temporarily alit on Earth. From a branch in Heaven, you have alit on a branch on Earth, and now you jump from branch to branch, even though there is no branch to jump to and no branch to jump from, for in being, there is only Being. And We be, beloved, We be.

HEAVEN #2389  Trust

BEWILDERMENT IS a good thing. It lets you know you are alive, and it lets you know that life holds more for you than you presently know. It's fine to be bewildered. You don't know where all your steps may lead. You don't know the full meaning of the steps you take. And why do you think you need to know these things?

When you figure life out, or think you have, then you design plans and outcomes. You think you design them, for even then you do not know. So you predict a certain course and destination. Better, beloveds, to simply follow the path. Rather than figure out, find out. A map can only take you so far. A map does not give you the actuality. Perhaps many have followed a certain map, and yet until you travel the route, who can say it's right for you? And who can say it's wrong?

In life, beloveds, you are learning to build trust. You may have thought that life has been teaching you to distrust. When you distrust, you have reached certain conclusions and decided on a course of action which is to let distrust prevail. Better to build on trust than distrust. With trust, you are not so premeditated. With trust, you are more open to letting life take its course. Trust will take you to many yet uncharted places. Distrust keeps you enchained where you are. Distrust urges you to be safe. Distrust thinks that trust is foolish or dangerous.

Trust doesn't think in such a way. Trust is open to life and adventure. Trust knows that lions and tigers exist in the jungle. Trust is not rash nor foolhardy, yet trust also knows that birds and divine flowers and coconuts and untold treasures exist in the jungle too. Trust puts its money on the possibilities it favors. Trust knows that distrust has too big a price tag.

Distrust makes you sacrifice what could be for what has been.

Distrust relies on the past and its statistics. Distrust is a poor gambler.

Trust ventures forth. Trust leans toward what can be and veers away from what has been. Because your heart was broken once, doesn't mean it will be broken again. Because you were rejected once, doesn't mean you will be again. Because you were once given the wrong change, doesn't mean you will be again. You can count your change, but count it with trust.

If distrust alone ruled, you would not do anything, beloveds. The time has arisen for distrust to retreat. The time has arisen for trust to blossom. You are Tarzan who flies across a ravine on a vine. He cannot test every vine beforehand. Nor can you. Sometimes you just have to choose the vine that presents itself to you, give it a tug, grab hold and soar with it.

If you must think of eventualities, think of the one ones you would like.

How many people a day are injured outside their homes? The numbers would make you stay inside. How many people a day are injured inside their homes? The numbers would make you go outside. And yet there are far more people who are not injured inside nor outside their homes.

It is still all right to smile. Be less guarded, beloveds. Be more love-oriented instead.

Have a predilection that life is safe for you, people are safe for you, strangers are safe for you, the world is safe for you. This is not blindness. This is removing the narrow vision of danger that wearing blinders asserts. Come from a wider vantage, beloveds.

© Gloria Wendroff, 1999-2007, All Rights Reserved

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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.

After teaching creative writing, English, ESL, and business communications, writing boundary-breaking resumes and a monthly job advice column for many years, she learned and taught meditation, traveled Europe, studied in Thailand and India, and discovered God back in America. Of all the messengers along the way, two were movies! One was a photograph. At least one was a book. And, of course, many, many were people. There was no one great epiphany. There were many great ones and some little ones. But, suddenly - ah, there was God. Ever since Gloria discovered God, she has been receiving and sending out God's words every day via email, giving free readings of God's words across the country, getting God's personal answers for people who want them, helping others dare to do their own Godwriting?™ in workshops, making CD's, and getting Heavenletters, Love Letters from God, Book One, published - all with an ear to the Still Small Voice and bringing earth closer to Heaven. To find out more about Heaven Letters, visit www.heavenletters.org.