Heavenletters ~ On the Way to Peace
On the Way to Peace
Heavenletter #5615 Published on: April 9, 2016
There could be another name for the Game of Life, and that is: On the Way to Peace, for, of course, you are. You are realigning yourself with Truth.
As it appears to you, My Children on Earth, life is not a game at all. It is a fight to the finish. You, of course, mistakenly accept death as the End of Life when there are no loose ends in Infinity or ends at all.
The only stop there is to Life is your body. You see essence packed in your body. You know yourself as known as a body. Your family and friends correlate you with your body, yet your body is like one of those signet bands around a cigar. The paper names the cigar it encircles. The cigar is wrapped up with the signet ring around it, yet the signet is not the cigar. Your perspective is off. You can get around in life that way until there is no cigar. Not even the signet remains in plain sight.
Yet those of you have apparently lost a loved one, you really do know that your loved one is no longer in the wrap-around sarong body that once seemed to carry your loved one's beautiful soul.
The physical body is something like a dog's collar around the dog, yet everyone knows the dog's collar is not the dog. The collar was always an adornment, nothing more. Your dog's leash is a physical tie between you and your dear dog, a visual and touch connection from one soul to another, much like holding hands.
Of course, your beloved human loves can open a car door, sit in the car, turn the key and drive off in the car, yet you don't consider the car your loved one drives as the extent of your loved one.
Yet you do consider the physical body that you in the world are attached to as your loved one. Soon or late, you will let of attachments and zero in on the real thing.
The real bond is love, from heart to heart, and from soul to soul.
You may no longer feel able to locate your friend's soul, yet it is ever-present. I am not the only One Who is ever-present, yet you weep at imagined separation. You come from the school that says: "If you can't see it or touch it, it ain't there."
While you are on Earth in physical form, you believe fervently in the five senses and are skeptical about whatever is not.
All the energy and time you put into your weeping over loved ones who are still with you, only not in the physical realm which was only a sideline anyway.
Your true occupation is with souls. You can't see them with your eyes, you can't touch them with your fingers, you can't hear them with your ears – yet you can know them with an inner knowing. Right now that idea is an idea to you, and you want more. You want something more tangible to hold onto than a soul. You want even one moment with your loved one in the physical as they were. Intellectually, you may understand about the soul, yet your heart feels loss, and so you mourn.
Life, as you know it, is more like blowing bubbles, all these empty circles with your loved ones popping up here and there, and, then, the bubbles burst. Their forms change. The connections do not. The gifts of the five senses miss their tidbits and feel short-changed.
I tell you right now that your loved ones, wherever they may be, in the next room or at work or in Heaven Above, they are nevertheless right with you and are pouring their hearts of into you. The surface has changed, that's all. Pshaw, the surface. All is within your heart. All the love in your heart and all the memories swirl around you. You will make peace with all that you feel is gone and re-discover it where it has always been and never left, silly you.