Gloria Wendroff – The Heaven Letters – When Fear Has You In Its Grasp – 7 March 2013

Posted on March 7, 2013

 

God said:

Beloved beloveds, it is very tempting for you to ask Me to rescue you. Of course, there may be situations that call for rescuing, and, sometimes, it is built in that I will lift you up and whisk you away from what you fear. On these occasions, you don’t have to ask, you understand.
And, if you call out, and I do not rush over, you are not to feel you are forgotten. I do not forget you. I do not turn away from you. It is not from whim that I do not rush right over. There are many factors unknown to you. There may be something for you to turn to within yourself. There may be something within yourself that is to save the day or re-position your perspective toward it, or have to go through it.
Too often you see tragedy. It is a given that the world sees tragedy. Yet, in Heaven, what can a tragedy be? What would it look like? To you, what seems like the worst may not be tragic at all. Death of the body, for example. What plagues you may not be what it seems. To your mind, whatever it is that you find tragic will contain a perceived loss. Of that, We can be certain.
Sometimes situations seem to change by themselves. Sometimes, for there to be change, you have to be the one who make the change or rises above it. It never was My intention that you feel powerless. Because I AM does not mean that you are not. Because I AM powerful means that you are as well. I am your strength, and self-reliance is your strength as well.
What is fear but a projection? Fear is not a reflection of holy waters. Fear blocks fulfillment. It is a shim put under a door, and you are puzzled why the door won’t do as you want. When the shim of fear is gone, your hand will move the door without obstruction.
You ask: “God, getting right down to it, how on Earth do I remove fear? When fear has got me, I don’t know how to get out from under. Help me.”
Beloved, get into action, even if the action is to think a different thought. If you sit there, not getting anywhere, you probably will go round and round, play the same recording over and over again. Get up, beloveds, and play a different tune. This is so simple and, at the same time, not easy for you to do. Not easy for you to do so long as you sit stuck in the same place.
Beloveds, when you want Me to intervene, let a thought of Mine reach you. Find a place where you like to be and go there. Nature is good. Go where water is, or go where trees are, or where animals are. Note the take on life that animals have. When you are with animals, you will learn something about yourself.
We are ultimately talking about you, aren’t We? You are the subject of this dissertation, aren’t you?
What are you going to do to make some kind of change in a situation that hangs heavily on you?
Sometimes the action you are to take is to do nothing. Sometimes it is for you to stop agitating over it and let it take its course. Sometimes you have to let things lie.
You are not always the decision-maker.
Can you take the heavy package off your shoulders and leave it by the wayside? Later, perhaps, there may be something for you to make a decision about, yet not now, not yet, maybe never.
Sometimes you have to wait and see. That may be your decision. That may be what you have to do about what you see amiss.
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Gloria Wendroff – The Heaven Letters – On The Cellular Level – 12 February 2013

Posted on February 12, 2013 by lucas2012infos | Leave a comment

God said:
This is the moment of Truth, when you sit down to hear what I have to say. This applies whether you are the one hearing what I say or reading what is written that I say. You hear or read My love translated into words. There is no distance in between. Distance does not exist. In any case, My words, My thinking, My love enter your cells. Beloveds, We are working on the cellular level. This is not a pastime that We engage in. We are beyond the realm of imagined time.
Thought is not separate from your atoms. You didn’t think I was just another Speaker or Writer, did you? The difference is that I am not watered down. The difference is that I am bare-boned honesty. I am not clever. I do not deliberate. Every word from My breath is forthright and spontaneous. I do not prepare My thoughts to present to you in words.
It is like when I created the world. I did not belabor Myself. Creation was easy and simple. There was nothing to it. The created world was My desire. In the same moment that My desire bubbled up, Creation arose.
It is as though I am a Jazz Pianist. You might say I improvise. My fingers choose the tune as they travel the keys and play the tune. Not really improvised because what can My tune be but on key and of the essence? In the case of My words here, the one who types follows My notes on the piano. She keeps up. Sometimes she misses a note, but that’s all right because I am the One playing the piano, and the whole world hears My music even when you don’t know you are hearing Me. My river runs deep. What I speak to one, I speak to all. I call to all. I call to you.
There is a pause between notes that is like the pause between heartbeats. The pause is as powerful as the beat. Pause is not absence. I am fully in the pause as well as the beat. I am making music, beloveds, and you hear the beat, and your foot taps.
In the same breath, as I say to you that you know nothing, I also say you know Everything. You are not a stranger to Truth, the Truth of Me, and the Truth of you which are One and the Same.
Only, you are in a trance. You sleepwalk, although you hear faintly, almost imperceptibly My Voice calling to you, whispering to you to wake up, to hear My call to you. “Wake up,” I say. “Hear Me. Open your eyes. Rise from your sleeping state.”
You can stay where you are, and yet, at the same time, you can come Home. You can know where I am and where you are and where our hearts dwell as One.
If I am a Marvel, what are you? Is it not marvelous that you are on Earth? Isn’t it marvelous that you are, at the same time, in Heaven? Isn’t it marvelous that We are One, and you playact as though We were two? Isn’t it marvelous that life is and is not really and that really All That Is is Oneness? Whose Oneness can it be when it is Oneness? To whom can it belong when All is One? Who writes the story and who reads it? What is the difference? To you, this replication of Me as an individual on Earth, it seems like a world of difference, but there is no world really, is there? There is the Unity of Heart that I know as One and, deep down, that the seeming you knows as One as well.
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