God said: “Too often, change is seen as unfortunate. There is much you would keep the same, if you could. Obviously, you cannot. Beneath all the change you see and feel and, perhaps, mourn, there is a rock-solid stability. Oh, yes, the surface may be shaken. The surface may go up and down, and, yet, the surface is not a measure to go by.
This is another way of saying, “Judge not.” You simply don’t know how to measure. You don’t have enough information. In actuality, you have information but none of the reason. Here’s the thing: There is no finality in life. It’s not done yet. It’s never done yet.
You tend to think the ground under you is real. All the while, you are in your real Home.
Heaven is real. Your Being is real. I am real. Even on Earth, whether you see it at the time or not, your life on Earth is like the Sun reflected on a wall.” HL 4895
The King Who Crowned Himself
Heavenletter #4493 Published on: March 14, 2013God said:
God said: I crown you with My love. So I can crown you with My love is the reason why you bow your head. Of course, in Reality, no matter how tall you might be, I can reach.
So, if you are inclined to bow down to Me, realize that you are bowing down to your Self, that which you might call your Higher Self. The expression Higher Self seems to pall next to the word God or whatever I am called in your language. Of course, I am beyond language, and so are you. Language, as beautiful and as wonderful as it is, cannot say enough. Words just cannot express Oneness enough, fully enough, marvelously enough. Nor can a gasp express the depth and height of Love in a Universe of Love.
What We are worth to the seeming Each Other is beyond description. It is near and far. What We are to Each Other is emblazoned in the Sun, and it is reflected in the Moon. Of course, when you come down to it, We cast no shadow. There is no shadow to fall on Our Light.
I pick you up in My arms of love, and We abscond to where Light is and nothing else but Light is. And that’s where We are. Love is Our Territory. Love is Our Being. In Love We Are.
Despite your little fits of temper on Earth, you, that which you call you, are I. We, the illusion of you and the Reality of Love, are mingled. I, God as you say, know My Greatness. You do not yet know yours.
Let’s have it out. You are an incredible Being Who hides under a mask of his own making. You transfer roles. You transferred your Heritage to Me. I am a projection of you – or, are you a projection of Me? It does get confusing, talking about Our Oneness in terms of two.
Why is the word I capitalized? There is One I, and yet a fringe of the One I babbles on the periphery.
Well, don’t worry about it. It’s all for a good cause. But know that I am the Godhead, and you reign supreme with Me, only you blink such supreme Vastness away. Yes, you do have a veil over your eyes.
I would like to do away with the word you, yet, at this time, the self-imagined you seems to still need it.
It is like one of those plots where the King’s child is kidnapped and grows up thinking he is a pauper. He was proclaimed the King, but the child doesn’t remember. When the heir to the throne is found and declared His Majesty before all once again, he cannot believe it. It is like a fairy tale.
In truth, it is the Prince’s life away from his Princedom that is the fairy tale. The Truth is a singular story without a plot. Once upon a time, there was a King, and there is no more to say. That is the whole story. A King came into Being. Many seeming Kings came into Being. There was no other, and yet stories were told, and a Kingdom called Earth was constructed, and there became roads and journeys and such matters as history, and it was all a Tale Told.
There were so many versions of the tale, you can hardly believe. Yet no tale proclaimed the Vastness in which the tale was told.
Scheherazade told stories every night, and the stories were circulated and never finished and not one of the stories was real. The characters in the stories thought they were real, yet the characters were made up as the stories were made up when all the while there was the King, and the King was all.
Finally, the commoners woke up, and everyone became the King Who Crowned Himself.
Dancing in the Moonlight
Heavenletter #3242 Published on: October 10, 2009God said:
Sleepiness has overcome you in life. Sleepiness unbidden. And then, contrarily, sleep may not come when you call to it.
In life, it is as if you have dozed off. In sleep, how much can you see? There is something in life that could be likened to a stupor in life that prevents you from seeing the utmost uppermost Reality. And, yet, when you are asleep at night, you may truly see that which you cannot remember when you are awake. And so, it would seem, that when awake, you may be less awake than in sleep.
How innocent are you in sleep. For a time, you do truly let go. You may not even be covered in a blanket. You are exposed. You may snore. Your hair gets mussed. You are forgetful of where you are. You are even forgetful that you are asleep.
You do not know all that transpires when your body is asleep. The scientists who study sleep do not begin to know all that transpires in sleep. When it comes down to it, they may know the physical dimensions of sleep, yet they may know less of other dimensions than you.
That which is dimensionless cannot be measured. It cannot be held under a microscope. As soon as you wish to pin down other dimensions, they have left. They will not be identified by any of the tools that come off assembly lines.
The only available tool is consciousness itself. Yet what a time consciousness has exploring itself! And yet, when all is said and done, there is nothing else to explore except consciousness. And yet consciousness conscious of itself is quite a to-do! Consciousness is like a princess that runs away as soon as she knows a prince or a commoner is watching her as she dances in the moonlight.
Can one asleep study sleep?
Can one awake to the degree he is awake study consciousness? Does consciousness exist in theory? Can the indescribable be described?
Perhaps the gown the princess wears can be described right down to the last button, yet wherein is the princess herself described in the description of her gown? The habitat of the princess can be described right down to an iris in her garden, and, yet the princess, even as she may be walking in the garden, is beyond description.
You may catch glimpses of the princess. The princess may catch glimpse of herself. She can attempt to describe what she saw even a moment ago, and, yet, descriptions inevitably fall short. Of course, they do. Can a princess describe dancing as she dances? What then happens to her dancing as she tries to break it into parts?
And yet doesn’t every fiber of consciousness want to know its unknowable self?
And yet there is no guide, no map, no textbook. Like dance, as soon as consciousness wants to note itself, it seems to become self-conscious. And yet, the truth is that consciousness cannot disappear. Consciousness cannot become less than it is. It’s just that consciousness eclipses itself.
You may believe you understand consciousness very well, and not understand it at all. You may think you are ignorant of consciousness or even its existence, and yet know it far better than you know anything else.
Consciousness is not a science nor is it an art. What is it then? What is it that has been named by the word consciousness?
Cannot consciousness describe itself? And if it cannot, why not? How can it be known or unknown and not be identified? Must consciousness, this great power We call consciousness, must it be elusive even to itself? Where does it exist? And why can’t it be tallied when all want to explore it?