Heavenletters™ are so full of God’s love that sometimes kind Heavenreaders think I must have all that same love. I wish I did.

For sure, I feel more love these days than I ever did before. By far.

I have more practice with love since I’ve been writing down God’s words every day. Feeling love is kind of nice to get used to. And I am blessed with great opportunity.

When I read your comments on the forum or in this blog, I find my heart bursting with love. You already know that.

On the other hand, when something happens, someone says something unkind, or an unexpected bill I can’t pay presents itself, or any number of things that can happen to interrupt my sense of feeling abundant love or even love at all, I get back to love much sooner than ever before. (Is this the same for you now too?)

Naturally, when I feel the opposite of loving, I don’t like it.

As an example of how ridiculous I am, I may think of an incident from thirty years ago, and I think of a person involved in that incident — I haven’t thought of this incident or this person in all these years – and yet, now, I find myself annoyed or downright angry at this person, and I mutter something under my breath to this person like: “You jerk. You idiot. You so and so…” Probably it’s really myself I’m annoyed and angry with. I have been a jerk, idiot, so and so — and so on.

Now I have to go on a little tangent. I do not like it at all when people lump people together and say something about landlords or tenants, blacks or whites, Jews, Muslims or Christians, teachers or students, rich or poor, men or women, teenagers etc. — as if they are all one entity. I don’t think this is what is meant by Oneness. I don’t care if someone is saying the nicest things. It doesn’t matter to me whether the statement is pro or con. It doesn’t matter. I just don’t like it. I have no tolerance whatever for lumping people together. I really don’t like it. That is not to say that I don’t sometimes fall into it.

People who lump “teenagers” together are generally making an assumption that teenagers are pretty rude and immature. Any teenager who is courteous and mature must be an exception. I don’t think all teenagers are wonderful or not wonderful. I can say with integrity that I have had a lot of personal experience with teenagers who are incredibly wonderful.

I cringe when I read about one group wanting to annihilate another group as if the group is not made of sentient Human Beings. I cringe when I read about or hear someone lumping Muslims and terrorists together, as if 99.9% of Muslims are not peace-loving people as much as we are, or as much as we like to think we are.

Okay, I have no tolerance for labels or generalizations of any kind.

The other day I had what I can only believe was an experience, the kind that is like lit up in neon lights.

I don’t remember what I was in the middle of. I know it wasn’t Godwriting™ or anything like that. I could have been sweeping the floor or just walking from one room to another, when suddenly I had an overwhelming sense of love, waves of love. I was being blown away by love. This was almost too much love for me to bear. It was a sense of love directed to a particular group of people, yet the love was enormous, unlimited, truly boundless. May we all experience this. May we always experience this.

Why this particular group of people at this particular time? I wasn’t thinking about “them” (them is another word I have no tolerance for.) Maybe my love was directed to this group because “they” (another word) need love the most right now. This could be, though, honestly, who doesn’t need all the love in the world all the time?

I imagine this great sense of love that I experienced would be like if God placed a golden crown on our heads and said, “Now you are enlightened,” and we’d know it to be true. Or maybe the sense of love I felt was close to the love that God holds us in. It was big. It was very big. It wasn’t my individual love, not at all. Although directed to one group, it was oh so much greater than that.

Anything I say cannot represent the greatness of the few moments of this peak of love. When I had this great embracing love, it was a strong feeling, not thought at all, yet along with the expansive feeling, there were words that came to me: “I love these people. I love these people. I love these people.”

I do not name the specific group there. I think if I were to name this group of souls, it would take away from the power of the love I was blessed to experience. Naming this group would distract you from the love. I did at first write down the words, and I saw for myself that naming the group diminished the experience.

So I will simply say that the words that accompanied the beat of my heart were: “I love these people. I love these people. I love these people.”

Or perhaps I can say, the words were: “I love. I love. I love.” For a little while, I really did love.