HEAVEN #2662  A Holy Reckoning

YOU ARE THE HAPPENING. Love is happening, and you are love. You are what's going on. You are more than a surfer of life. You are the life you surf, and you are your life at its very depth as well. You are the storm, and you are the sun, and you are the mist, and you are all that befalls. You are, indeed, my dream come true. You are. What ensues then is your dream, beloveds.

You dream a dream, and you call it life. Sometimes you blame it on other sources, and yet you are the maker of your own life. Where you started is not a roll of the dice, and yet, even if it were, even if your birth were a spin of the wheel, wherever you may have landed, now the rest is up to you. This is true at every moment of your life. You are a world-turner.

How do I say this is true when, in the same breath, I tell you that you are not to control life? I am not talking about control nor demand nor force. I am talking about what you make of your life, this gift of your life. How will you treat it? Will you love it, or will you merely dribble it with your left hand as if you had nothing better to do?

It is an exciting thing to have a life, and you have one. How shall you adore it? How shall you interact with it? To be or not to be is not the question. You already are. How you are going to consume and relish your life is the question, and that, beloveds, should not be in question. Treat life wholeheartedly. Hug your life to you. Clasp it. Hold it high.

It is a high adventure that you have set sail on. As you stand on the prow of your ship, how do you sail? No matter what direction your ship is facing, with the sun in front or in back, how do you sail? And whether a storm is at the prow or stern, how do you sail? And when there is no wind, how do you sail? And when the sea is clear, how do you sail? Whatever your cargo on this ship of life, how do you sail? It is up to you how you sail. You are the sailor who sails. You are the steerer of your own ship.

It is you who paces the decks. It is you who calls out. It is you who sees the gulls, and it is you who hires the hands, and it is you who treats the crew well, and it is you who keeps the boat steady, and it is you who rocks it.

You are the seaman of your own sea.

Indeed, you do paint a picture of yourself, and yet you are far more than the picture you paint. You are My original creation. You are My beloved making furrows through the sea. The ship floats on the waters, and you float on the ship. There is quite an interdependence in life. As waves go up and down, so does your ship. And as your ship goes, so go you.

You are always in sight of shore. You may not be looking, but that does not make the shore any further away.

On whatever land you arrive, it is holy land, beloveds. This life of yours is a holy thing. It is not material nor immaterial. It is holy. It is a holy reckoning you make of yourself.

HEAVEN #2663  The Yolk Of the Egg Of Creation

IT IS NOT THAT YOU ARE to bow down to Me. It is that you are to look up and within. When you look up, something good happens. The physical act of looking up does wonders for you. Peace descends on you. Love wells up within you. Remember to look up. It is not really that I am above, yet look up just the same.

It is not really that you find Me within either, although, of course, I am here within you. When you feel contentment, when you feel happy, when your heart is stirred with love, you are recognizing Me within you. I am always here. I am as much a part of you as any of your aches and pains - far more a part of you! I am an integral part of you, yet I am not a part. I am all of you, every atom, every indication of you. There is never a moment that I am away from you. Only your attention strays elsewhere. I am always everywhere. You cannot be without Me, not for one instant.

Yet you have a great imagination that throws roadblocks between Us, imagined roadblocks, that is. There is absolutely nothing between Us. Well, We could say that love is between Us, but how can love be between Us when Love is Us? We are all the love in the world forever and ever, and it has ever been so. If I am love, and I AM love, then you must be love also.

You have never been separate from My love, not now, not ever. I hope you do not feel that I am some kind of responsibility of yours. I do not add weight to your shoulders. Not at all. You are not obligated to Me. I am not an obligation, beloveds. How can I be an obligation when I am Yourself, when I am the boundlessness of you, when I am the heart of you? I am what you are made of. I am what you are. Therefore, you are What I Am. If I am That, you are That. If I am This, you are This. If I am Everything, then you are Everything too.

It is not that We become One. We are already One. We are the Yolk of the Egg of Creation.

We never went anywhere, beloveds. We never left Heaven, nor did We ever go anywhere. Of course this is so. Space and time do not exist except in the periphery of Our thought. Do you see how powerful thoughts are? Look at the Universe. Boom, there is a Universe of Thought, filled with the truth of light and magnificence, and yet, your imagination and thoughts espy this paraphernalia of the Universe and call it Life. Life is the Oneness of Our Love, beloveds. True life, that is. It is not this collage that you see, and yet We are, nevertheless, present in that collage.

The relative world is an Act of God in that it is a play, a made-up story that wandering minds hold as truth. Physical beings conjure that life is full of woe and trouble. I understand that you wonder what you are doing here on this imagined Earth, this travel of the mind that manifests as the physical world. You live in this imagined physical world as if you are an individual you, as if you have a life of your own, as if you can depart from love and truth, as if you are a singular being when you have access to and ARE the God in Heaven you sometimes can't conceive of. Beloveds, you can imagine everything else under the sun!

Now, imagine Me and imagine you as one beautiful Love shining shining shining through the interstices of the relative world when all the while We are ever the One Love We are. You are not on Earth, beloveds. You are in Heaven. We are in Heaven. I am in Heaven, and Heaven is everywhere. There is no where, there is only love, and We are It.

© Gloria Wendroff, 1999-2008, 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.