HEAVEN LETTER #1385 In Memoriam to Sandy Hessler
God
said:
BELOVED,
THE MOMENT of what you call death is always peaceful. There
is no struggle. There is surrender to what has always been, and that
is Eternity. Life, as experienced in the world, has most often been
struggle against the truth of life. You think earth life is supposed
to last forever, even though you give lip service that it is not.
But the truth is that life itself is forever. There is only Being.
There is no death. There is no after life really because life continues
and never ends. Body falls away. Spirit stays with Me, and it stays
with you. In death, it is only the physical that has changed. But
how attached you are to the physical. Sooner or later you will loose
the hold your fingers have on it.
The physical obviously has no life of its own. You consider the body
the moving force. But you also know that cannot be. The spirit does
not follow the body. The body is not a free agent. It accompanies
you. You do not accompany it.
The body is a leash that follows you around. It ties you to earth,
and yet you are untethered. 
You feel great loss in your heart at the body death of a loved one
near or far. In the shadow of death you have a clue as to the connectedness
of all souls. Loss is a trick of the mind, beloveds.
Your friend has stepped over another threshold. This threshold is
vaster than any you are aware of on earth. But friendship has not
ended. Your friend is with you now. She is more with you now because
no longer does she have the distraction of physical life. No longer
is she pulled in any direction but in the direction of closeness to
love. Closer to love, she brings all within her soul’s breath
closer to love.
Your friend’s passage through the halls of earthly death is
symbolic. There is no passage. Nothing has changed. There is nowhere
to go and nowhere to leave. The only difference is in your thought.
You were captivated by the existence of a physical being and all the
senses. The senses are physical. You miss the physical sight and sound.
You miss the imagined space the body filled. You miss the earthly
responses. All the while, the connection is intact, and your sense
of Oneness now has the opportunity to become more refined.
A
party was held on earth, and now one of the guests deigns to go home
and you are still at the party. Part of you would like to go home
as well. Yet you grieve that your friend left the party. Because your
friend left the party doesn’t mean she is gone. She is merely out
of your sight right now. She stays in your thoughts but your thoughts
are misinformed. Your thoughts tell you to be sad when you could be
joyous that your friend has taken a cab home, and one that you will
also take by and by.
You want to join your friend at the same time as you are afraid to
leave the party.
Friendship is in the heart not the mind. Do not let your mind tell
you that a life is over and a friendship gone. The very fact that
your heart yearns for your friend tells you that she is still here.
This spirit that you cannot see but yet feel in your heart –
that is the truth of your friend. It was ever so.
The physical was just a lot of scenery. Make-up. But underneath the
make-up, behind the scenes is where life takes place. Whether the
curtain is up or the curtain is down, what is changed? Merely a curtain,
an illusory curtain. The curtain could be see-through net or thick
velvet – it’s still illusion.
There is no separation. There is no apartness. There is no loss. Why
must your heart ache so? Let heartache go. You have your friend. She
has gone nowhere. She is here with you now.
HEAVEN
LETTER #1420 Mourning
God
said:
YOU HAVE HALF HOLD on and you half let go when it
comes to loved ones who pass into another dimension and seemingly
leave you behind. You want to get over your heartache, but you want
to remember your loved ones and all that was in your heart for them.
You do not want to forget your love for them, and theirs for you.
And so you remember. And as memories wear off, you mourn the loss
of your memories too.
Sooner or later your departed loved ones are reduced to an occasional
memory here or there, perhaps only a paragraph or two, or a sentence
or two, or a word, perhaps their name. You would like to restore them
to life, and you would like to hold them fast to you in your memory.
You would conjure them up if you could.
They have gone on with their lives, and so must you. They have not
forgotten you. Their love for you radiates and radiates. They encompass
you in their love. They would dry your tears. They would have you
laugh instead of weep. They would like to get your attention with
joy.
They do not forget you. Nor do they mourn. 
From
their wider perspective, they see very well. They know there is nothing
to mourn. They are well-aware that only the physical has changed,
and they know that the physical is only physical. They know that the
physical is a manifestation of something. It is a manifestation of
love, but manifestation is only manifestation. Of course, the manifestation
of love matters to you more than can be described. And yet, your loved
one was only a manifestation of love. The physical passes. Love remains.
Nothing can cut into love. It’s just that the love is not wrapped
up any longer. It is not beribboned, but it is love evermore.
What are the tears that you weep for? Of course, they are removing
what does not belong. Mourning does not belong to you. Mourning is
not a testament of your love. It is only a testament of sorrow. It
does not do honor to the loved ones enjoined in a higher realm. Would
you really mourn the end of their temporary life on Earth when you
knew how guided in the light they are now?
You have a tendency to think that somehow their life on Earth was
not finished, that it should have been more, that more blessings should
have been theirs. But you were their blessing. Do you understand?
All your love they carry with them. They have not departed love, yours
nor theirs. Bless them to the theater they star in now.
Love is greater than all the oceans of tears you have made. The oceans
of your tears are but a single drop compared to the one ocean of love.
You
may ask why there is death? And you may reproach Me for the existence
of death. Death of the body is a fact of life. It has not been kept
a secret from you. You may ask Me why bodies die. I ask you, Why must
you mourn? And why do you fear?
I understand that you miss your loved ones. I also want you to understand
that you have missed the point.
Your love is greater than tears. Far greater. Enough memorials of
tears. Make memorials of joy.
Death of the body is not such a huge thing as you have made it. But
love, that is a different story. You may think I commit murder. I
commit life. Once and for all, accept that there is no end to it.
Death reminds you that you are not your body. Rejoice. You are not
your body.
©
Gloria Wendroff, 2005
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.