Comments on: Who is my loved one now? http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm Listening to The Voice Within Wed, 08 Feb 2012 15:09:17 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.3 By: emilia http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-85088 emilia Thu, 11 Feb 2010 21:27:48 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-85088 I suspected I was not alone to feel that way. Bridgebuilders, I studied to do something else in my life. But it must be so, we are hanging in the void and the fact is that I feel good. I suspected I was not alone to feel that way.
Bridgebuilders, I studied to do something else in my life. But it must be so, we are hanging in the void and the fact is that I feel good.

]]> By: Normand Bourque http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-85062 Normand Bourque Thu, 11 Feb 2010 04:41:22 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-85062 Dear Emilia, I often feel the same way when you say: —«this dream is still as “thick as tar”» —«A life without space and time seems so strange, so far from our experience that it is surprising, to say the least, it is our true state of being.» —On one point I do not agree with God and it is when He says there is no mystery. Then when I say to myself that I am a Creator, I think of building a bridge between the tar and the ether, between space and no-space, the mystery and the known. Bridgebuilding is a little bit like translating or vice-versa. Dear Emilia, I often feel the same way when you say:

—«this dream is still as “thick as tar”»
—«A life without space and time seems so strange, so far from our experience that it is surprising, to say the least, it is our true state of being.»
—On one point I do not agree with God and it is when He says there is no mystery.

Then when I say to myself that I am a Creator, I think of building a bridge between the tar and the ether, between space and no-space, the mystery and the known. Bridgebuilding is a little bit like translating or vice-versa.

]]> By: Margaret http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84942 Margaret Mon, 08 Feb 2010 13:23:45 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84942 Again, Jochan, a deep thank you: For the discussion, especially this -- "the level of unspeakable fulfillment I d o feel even if I dare not believe in it" --and this-- "the promise, it says: The most beautiful and desirable state of being you could ever imagine or vaguely anticipate is the truth of you. Feeling it is too good to be true, you yearn, wringing your hands. Don’t be modest, want enough, want it all. If you allow yourself to want the ultimate, that means you are finally fully established in love; and if you fully believe Me when I say you are entitled to the best of the best, that is when you will have it." I hear God speaking to me through your words. Again, Jochan, a deep thank you: For the discussion, especially this — “the level of unspeakable fulfillment I d o feel even if I dare not believe in it” –and this– “the promise, it says: The most beautiful and desirable state of being you could ever imagine or vaguely anticipate is the truth of you. Feeling it is too good to be true, you yearn, wringing your hands. Don’t be modest, want enough, want it all. If you allow yourself to want the ultimate, that means you are finally fully established in love; and if you fully believe Me when I say you are entitled to the best of the best, that is when you will have it.” I hear God speaking to me through your words.

]]> By: Jochen http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84933 Jochen Mon, 08 Feb 2010 05:52:31 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84933 Margaret and Señora, your replies mean much to me. I love it when my Heaven friends find something meaningful in what I'm writing. Margaret and Señora, your replies mean much to me. I love it when my Heaven friends find something meaningful in what I’m writing.

]]> By: emilia http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84919 emilia Sun, 07 Feb 2010 22:42:54 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84919 Ahah! I feel better now, never beared being unable to explain myself. "Don't be modest"... "too good to be true"... "the truth of you". Let's dream of the unspeakable. Ahah!
I feel better now, never beared being unable to explain myself.
“Don’t be modest”… “too good to be true”… “the truth of you”.
Let’s dream of the unspeakable.

]]> By: Jochen http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84915 Jochen Sun, 07 Feb 2010 21:40:56 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84915 Responding to your third post of Feb. 7: Yes, I think I understood that already. Now, my last comment before this one was in response to your last comment before the comment the first line of this comment is responding to. Should you post another response before I can post this one, I think we will have to declare this zipper hopelessly stuck and call nonna from her kitchen. Responding to your third post of Feb. 7: Yes, I think I understood that already.

Now, my last comment before this one was in response to your last comment before the comment the first line of this comment is responding to. Should you post another response before I can post this one, I think we will have to declare this zipper hopelessly stuck and call nonna from her kitchen.

]]> By: Jochen http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84913 Jochen Sun, 07 Feb 2010 21:29:24 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84913 Yes, Emilia, that's the situation: Sometimes not even remembering grandma's kitchen or even whether there ever was such a kitchen. But in more lucid moments you have a clear sense of that kitchenness in your heart, haven't you? You know there is a huge longing in your heart, even if you are unable to say what exactly it is. Strangely, we tend to live under the impression that what we most long for is denied us. That's what makes our longing so painful. Otherwise longing would be confident, eager and joyful. It is ego at work, of course. I will tell you a secret. It is still secret even though Heavenletters are spelling it out all the time. I too have not let myself fully in on it yet, but I heard the promise, it says: The most beautiful and desirable state of being you could ever imagine or vaguely anticipate is the truth of you. Feeling it is too good to be true, you yearn, wringing your hands. Don't be modest, want enough, want it all. If you allow yourself to want the ultimate, that means you are finally fully established in love; and if you fully believe Me when I say you are entitled to the best of the best, that is when you will have it. Yes, Emilia, that’s the situation: Sometimes not even remembering grandma’s kitchen or even whether there ever was such a kitchen. But in more lucid moments you have a clear sense of that kitchenness in your heart, haven’t you? You know there is a huge longing in your heart, even if you are unable to say what exactly it is. Strangely, we tend to live under the impression that what we most long for is denied us. That’s what makes our longing so painful. Otherwise longing would be confident, eager and joyful. It is ego at work, of course.

I will tell you a secret. It is still secret even though Heavenletters are spelling it out all the time. I too have not let myself fully in on it yet, but I heard the promise, it says: The most beautiful and desirable state of being you could ever imagine or vaguely anticipate is the truth of you. Feeling it is too good to be true, you yearn, wringing your hands. Don’t be modest, want enough, want it all. If you allow yourself to want the ultimate, that means you are finally fully established in love; and if you fully believe Me when I say you are entitled to the best of the best, that is when you will have it.

]]> By: emilia http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84912 emilia Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:57:18 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84912 Jochen, I was rereading your answer above and I am sure now there was a misunderstanding because of my poor english. I was not saying I do not resonate on the deepest level with every single thing Heavenletters have been saying to us. I know it is all Truth because my heart tells me so. I do not question a bit because I know it is so. I was just trying to say that I feel not familiar or at ease, with the idea that we, with all our stories, loves, sorrows, are not here at all and never were because we are Home. This Home that appears magnificent but frail in front of this dream so "plastic" we are involved in. A life without space and time seems so strange, so far from our experience that it is surprising, to say the least, it is our true state of being. Jochen, I was rereading your answer above and I am sure now there was a misunderstanding because of my poor english.
I was not saying I do not resonate on the deepest level with every single thing Heavenletters have been saying to us. I know it is all Truth because my heart tells me so. I do not question a bit because I know it is so.
I was just trying to say that I feel not familiar or at ease, with the idea that we, with all our stories, loves, sorrows, are not here at all and never were because we are Home. This Home that appears magnificent but frail in front of this dream so “plastic” we are involved in.
A life without space and time seems so strange, so far from our experience that it is surprising, to say the least, it is our true state of being.

]]> By: emilia http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84911 emilia Sun, 07 Feb 2010 19:58:33 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84911 You know I share all your feelings about Heavenletters and of course I love and live for what seems to lay ahead, but is already here. We all are not that different, I suppose what differs is ego, the one who speaks and conceives of differences, who compares and concludes of more or less. Only, for me, but not for me only, this dream is still as "thick as tar", especially when I try to "feel" how Home is like and poorly fail. Sometimes I also fail to feel my grandmother's kitchen, then I ask my father or my old nanny, they confirm and give details, I conclude it existed and smelled good. You know I share all your feelings about Heavenletters and of course I love and live for what seems to lay ahead, but is already here.
We all are not that different, I suppose what differs is ego, the one who speaks and conceives of differences, who compares and concludes of more or less.
Only, for me, but not for me only, this dream is still as “thick as tar”, especially when I try to “feel” how Home is like and poorly fail.
Sometimes I also fail to feel my grandmother’s kitchen, then I ask my father or my old nanny, they confirm and give details, I conclude it existed and smelled good.

]]> By: Jochen http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84909 Jochen Sun, 07 Feb 2010 17:46:16 +0000 http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/who-is-my-loved-one-now-death.htm#comment-84909 For many months, dear sister Emilia, I was puzzled with  h o w  different everyone seems to be reading Heavenletters. I am at peace with it now, content to just look on. Let me tell you that Heavenletters hold for me all the peace and the wonder and the mystery, all the love, all the deep at-homeness I thought I never had. Quite simply, as God is prone to say, I must have had it or I wouldn't be able to re-cognize it in Heavenletters. We know everything or we would never be able to understand it; we are everywhere or we would never be able to get there. There's nothing new as   y o u  are prone to say. What I'm trying to say is that Heavenletters, although I really enjoy the intellectual adventure they are, speak to me at the deepest level I know of, the level where everything is exactly right, the level of unspeakable fulfillment I  d o  feel even if I dare not believe in it. What you call abstract and alien, dearest, is grandmother's kitchen for me. So cozy. Only, I haven't entered yet, I'm still looking through the opened door. Understand "mystery". Describe it to yourself in every detail and then try to somehow sense or capture (not think) the essence. I'm sure it's no different from what I feel, for I'm not an abstract mind at all, I'm a nature lover, a kitchen lover, a lover of simple things. The only difference may be that I love the kitchen ahead more than the one I had to leave. For many months, dear sister Emilia, I was puzzled with  h o w  different everyone seems to be reading Heavenletters. I am at peace with it now, content to just look on. Let me tell you that Heavenletters hold for me all the peace and the wonder and the mystery, all the love, all the deep at-homeness I thought I never had. Quite simply, as God is prone to say, I must have had it or I wouldn’t be able to re-cognize it in Heavenletters. We know everything or we would never be able to understand it; we are everywhere or we would never be able to get there. There’s nothing new as   y o u  are prone to say.

What I’m trying to say is that Heavenletters, although I really enjoy the intellectual adventure they are, speak to me at the deepest level I know of, the level where everything is exactly right, the level of unspeakable fulfillment I  d o  feel even if I dare not believe in it. What you call abstract and alien, dearest, is grandmother’s kitchen for me. So cozy. Only, I haven’t entered yet, I’m still looking through the opened door. Understand “mystery”. Describe it to yourself in every detail and then try to somehow sense or capture (not think) the essence. I’m sure it’s no different from what I feel, for I’m not an abstract mind at all, I’m a nature lover, a kitchen lover, a lover of simple things. The only difference may be that I love the kitchen ahead more than the one I had to leave.

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