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  • Who Owns the Sun?

    Who Owns the Sun?

     

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    From My heart to yours I issue love, and from you, My love goes out to all the world. And, yet, how to say this — there is no My love. There is no such thing. There is love, and love flows from one heart to another.

    There is no other way.

    There are no packages of love, and there is no ownership. In Truth, there is no ownership period.

    What is owned in the world?

    How can illusion be owned?

    Many can have it. All can have it, and, yet, love is in no one’s possession.

    It is everyone’s. It is all’s. Illusion does not stand on its own. Poof, and illusion is gone.

    Who owns the rain? Or the sun? Who can keep anything to himself? I suppose one can keep food to himself. Eat it all up. But then it is gone. I suppose one could say the food has gone into his very cells. Yet who owns his body, fat or lean?

    We could say that you own your soul. It is your soul, after all, and yet, and yet, are souls owned? Certainly, your soul is in your keeping. And your soul is something you do take with you, and, yet, bye and bye, your soul melds into Me. Yes, We can consider that you own Me. You own Me more than anything else. I am yours. My arms are wide open for you.

    Now, getting back to My point, does a mother own her child? What is the merit in ownership? You may say you own your house. You may live in it all your life. Ultimately, you have leased your house. Whether you like it or not, it is a rental. Even if you live in a house deeded to you all of this life, it is a rental. You will leave it.

    In another sense, We could say that you own the world. There is Truth in this. The world is yours to do with as you choose. The world is in your hands. You do own responsibility for it. Perhaps you own when you give. You can own up to that. You own the nightingale you free from the cage. You own its beauty as it flies and as it sings. You own its happiness. The freer the nightingale, the more you own her. You own what you give to her.

    I like how I’m thinking. When you give a smile, you own it. When you give happiness, it is yours.

    What you keep under lock and key, you do not own. Nope, you do not own diamonds. If you are attached to them, they own you. You pay insurance for them and for a vault in the bank. You may own the key yet only for a little while in the illusion of time and ownership.

    And, so, We come back to the realization that you own nothing.

    The richest man in the world owns nothing. He hardly owns his own freedom.

    Who has more freedom in his life, the billionaire or the swimmer at the beach? Who owns the Ocean? One can surf. It may be said that you caught a wave, yet who can catch a wave? It can’t be put on the wall. Waves cannot be kept. Waves can only come and go, just as that is the truth of your body on Earth.

    Your body is a fluctuating thing, and then it is no more.
    And, yet, you, you the image of Me, you ARE.

    ~Creator: heavenletter

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  • Reciprocal Joy

    Reciprocal Joy

     

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    When your heart is touched, when your heart is moved, when an act, a word, a smile has touched your heart, you can know that it is I Who has touched your heart.

    You felt My breath on your heart like a sea-breeze. For a while, you are aware of My attention on you even as you may not be aware that the attention is Mine. You may see the attention came from here and there. Wherever the attention of love came from, it came from Me.

    I am always attentive to you. You are not always aware. That’€™s okay. That’€™s part of life, yet what you can do, is knock on My door. Knock on My door often.

    Knock and say: €œKnock knock, Who€™s there? And I will answer, €œFather God. Or, I will answer, €œMother God, if this is what you prefer.

    We can have a routine, if you like. Perhaps a vaudeville act, if you like. Look, We can tap-dance. We can sit on the sidelines and watch. It matters not at all where you think you are. The fact is that you are with Me.

    I love it so.

    You are as near to Me as My heart. You are part of My heart. You are not outside it. We can say that you are the heart of My heart. You are the core of it. You are a special rose I carry in My heart. You are Mine, and I am yours.

    This is not ownership We talk about now. This is location. You live in My house. We are Housemates, as it were. We live freely in the same house. You are Mine, yet I do not own you. You are not My possession anymore than I am your possession.

    I gave you Free Will, and I gave it gladly. We can say that you are the Free Will of My heart. We are bound to each other without binding. It is My Free Will to be with you. And your free will to be with Me, only, We are beyond Free Will. We could call it Destiny that We are together. We are not tied, yet We are united. We are joined in love, and in love We are.

    What other choice is there really? Where would I want to go without you? Nowhere. Nor is there need for you to depart. However, you do depart in your thoughts as you seek different answers. You are an explorer of count. What you explore, what you will discover, is that you are with Me regardless of where you may think you are.

    I don’€™t wear you on My lapel. I wear you in My heart. You are established in Me.

    Established in Me, you move in the world. I am your means of travel. We travel together, never apart. Never apart, We are joined at the hip. From the birth of Creation, We have been joined as One. We are One Being under God. We are related. We are on the same family tree.

    Or, We can say that I, God, God of your Gods, am the Tree, and you are My blossoms.

    And how you blossom. Of course, in My care, you blossom. The sun shines on Us. Why else do We have the Sun if not to shine on Us, on Our beautiful portrait where We meld as One Beautiful One? You are forever under God, for I am like a Sun that shines on you. I am a proud Sun Who shines on you.

    To take pride in what I have wrought is a natural thing. It is delight. It is not ego. It is joy I take in you. You give Me much joy.

    ~Creator 

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