A Dream of Otherwise | Heavenletters
NOV 12 2019
God said:
Oneness takes on a new meaning now. I talk to Myself. There is no one else to talk to except as I breathed out the world from My mouth. I am still exhaling the world and all its content from My mouth that encompasses All, even as there is nothing to encompass.
Creation is like words that become the thing they represent, and yet words are words, and Creation is formed from thought, My thought, but not really, for Creation is love aspirated. All these bubbles come from My mouth, and these bubbles are the world in theater, the world as you know it. The world is a pretend thing. The world has all these shapes and differences, and yet they are only seeming, for there is naught but Oneness in the world, and Oneness is Love. Oneness cannot, in Truth, be anything but love. Oneness means love.
Love is Union. We, even though there is no We, are a Union of Oneness. All love is Mine, and you are Mine in that We are One and the Same. I AM One, appearing as many, appearing as many who are rushing around in all imagined endeavors, trying to find themselves, their One Self Who is I. You are on skirmishes.
What the physical does is interrupt the perception of Our Oneness, My Oneness, by the seeming you. Perception does not exist in Heaven. In Heaven, there is knowing. There is Oneness without all the perceived cloaks and daggers. There is Oneness. Hear My hum. It is Mine, and you are not separate from it except in your perception.
Your supposed body is not a replica of Me. Your soul is Mine, and I am yours. I am more than yours. I AM I, and you are I too. Words go only so far. There are no words to signify Oneness. Well, yes, there are words, and, yet, as soon as there are words, then you and I (the imagined We) speak of you and Me as separate Beings. I am talking to Myself, for I am All, and you, in words, are the All of Me. But, of course, I am speaking to Myself, for I am all that exists.
I draw pictures, and there is a seeming you, while you who are really I, and you think you are on the outskirts of Heaven. You (who is not you at all) think that you are far-flung from Heaven. As amazing as it is, you, the so-called you, believe in apartness. I am One alone, and I never feel alone. The seeming you, in your belief of disparity, feel alone. In the midst of company of Oneness in other shapes and forms, you feel alone, and you even feel separated from Me, Who is your Very Self.
Such drama goes on when, in Reality, there is no place for drama to go on. There is the Stillness and Immutable Love of a state of consciousness I call Heaven or whatever name in any language and you, the non-existent you, also called Heaven or by what name you do call it. Living in the physical realm, you Who are really I, mislead yourself. Nevertheless, even as you are misled, even as you clutch at straws instead of stars, you come to find your One Self Who Is I, and so the game goes on, and yet there is no game, for games exist only in space and time. Outside of space and time exists Reality, and Reality is Oneness. Reality is I.
And I am laughing and have never stopped the fullness of laughter issuing from My heart of love, and I ask you, the supposed you, to laugh along with Me, for I am Love, beloveds, and you are Love, for Love alone is. I am the Great Oneness of Love, and, therefore, so are you. I am you, so, therefore, I am only I, and so I talk to Myself and you only dream a dream of otherwise.
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Source: Rainbow Wave of Light
NOV 12 2019
God said:
Oneness takes on a new meaning now. I talk to Myself. There is no one else to talk to except as I breathed out the world from My mouth. I am still exhaling the world and all its content from My mouth that encompasses All, even as there is nothing to encompass.
Creation is like words that become the thing they represent, and yet words are words, and Creation is formed from thought, My thought, but not really, for Creation is love aspirated. All these bubbles come from My mouth, and these bubbles are the world in theater, the world as you know it. The world is a pretend thing. The world has all these shapes and differences, and yet they are only seeming, for there is naught but Oneness in the world, and Oneness is Love. Oneness cannot, in Truth, be anything but love. Oneness means love.
Love is Union. We, even though there is no We, are a Union of Oneness. All love is Mine, and you are Mine in that We are One and the Same. I AM One, appearing as many, appearing as many who are rushing around in all imagined endeavors, trying to find themselves, their One Self Who is I. You are on skirmishes.
What the physical does is interrupt the perception of Our Oneness, My Oneness, by the seeming you. Perception does not exist in Heaven. In Heaven, there is knowing. There is Oneness without all the perceived cloaks and daggers. There is Oneness. Hear My hum. It is Mine, and you are not separate from it except in your perception.
Your supposed body is not a replica of Me. Your soul is Mine, and I am yours. I am more than yours. I AM I, and you are I too. Words go only so far. There are no words to signify Oneness. Well, yes, there are words, and, yet, as soon as there are words, then you and I (the imagined We) speak of you and Me as separate Beings. I am talking to Myself, for I am All, and you, in words, are the All of Me. But, of course, I am speaking to Myself, for I am all that exists.
I draw pictures, and there is a seeming you, while you who are really I, and you think you are on the outskirts of Heaven. You (who is not you at all) think that you are far-flung from Heaven. As amazing as it is, you, the so-called you, believe in apartness. I am One alone, and I never feel alone. The seeming you, in your belief of disparity, feel alone. In the midst of company of Oneness in other shapes and forms, you feel alone, and you even feel separated from Me, Who is your Very Self.
Such drama goes on when, in Reality, there is no place for drama to go on. There is the Stillness and Immutable Love of a state of consciousness I call Heaven or whatever name in any language and you, the non-existent you, also called Heaven or by what name you do call it. Living in the physical realm, you Who are really I, mislead yourself. Nevertheless, even as you are misled, even as you clutch at straws instead of stars, you come to find your One Self Who Is I, and so the game goes on, and yet there is no game, for games exist only in space and time. Outside of space and time exists Reality, and Reality is Oneness. Reality is I.
And I am laughing and have never stopped the fullness of laughter issuing from My heart of love, and I ask you, the supposed you, to laugh along with Me, for I am Love, beloveds, and you are Love, for Love alone is. I am the Great Oneness of Love, and, therefore, so are you. I am you, so, therefore, I am only I, and so I talk to Myself and you only dream a dream of otherwise.
Permanent link to this Heavenletter: http://www.heavenletters.org/a-dream-of-otherwise.html – Thank you for including this when publishing this Heavenletter elsewhere.
Source: Rainbow Wave of Light
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