Embraced in love
Embraced in Love is the name of today’s Heavenletter™. It begins with this sentence: “No one dies alone.”
Here is the first paragraph:
No one dies alone. No one lives alone. If one died or lived in a desert with no other human being around, he is not alone, for I am with him. No one has less of Me. To all I give all of Myself. That some are more aware of Our Connectedness is another matter. Right now, you or anyone, can rise into My arms of love, or, if you prefer, you can sink into My arms of love. You can sink into My arms of love the way you would sink into a mattress filled with down, or you can rise into My arms of love as you imagine the bowers of Heaven to be. Everything is metaphor, beloveds, except the Reality of Our Oneness.
You know, of course, that the Heavenletter that came out today was written about two and a half months ago. Heavenletters are whirling and swirling through my head all the time, and when a new one comes out, I don’t remember it. It is as if I am seeing it for the first time.
The interesting thing is that I just finished reading a book entitled: Every Man Dies Alone by Hans Fallada. And today this Heavenletter comes out.
This book is obviously of the relative, and it is one of the most fascinating books of the relative world that I have ever read. This man is quite a writer. It has been said that he wrote this book in twenty-four days. An amazing feat.
It is a story of many things. It is based on a true story of a man who has made himself as invisible all his life, and when he is probably in his sixties, he turns himself into a small hero of sorts, actually a failed hero, but a hero nevertheless. He was a husband in a long mutually unsatisfying marriage, and yet he and his wife come to truly love each other, and their very human dull marriage becomes a precious one. He lives in a very troubled time on Earth. His persecutor recognizes that this little unimportant man is worth more than all the so-called notables in his country.
I think of this book as a knitted book. It’s a little stitch at a time. It’s a very personal book about one little man, and somehow the book turns into a heroic work, just as the ordinary little man who is the man character turns out to be greater than anyone could ever have expected.
This book really gripped me. Here is what else is interesting:
The author was a heavy-duty drug addict, murdered someone in a mutual suicide pact, and spent a great deal of his life in mental institutions, and yet his writing held me in its thrall. How can that be? I would have thought that I would be turned off by a book written by a man I would have assumed to be of a less than high consciousness.
I believe God has said in Heavenletters that we cannot tell anyone’s consciousness from the outside. Because of the author’s life, I would have discounted him. What do we know about consciousness anyway?
The reverse is true as well. From the outside of someone’s life, we also tend to attribute a high consciousness to someone than perhaps he has. One thing does not necessarily lead to another.
I guess it behooves us not to attribute a low or a high consciousness to anyone because of his or her bio.
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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