Heavenletter #3563 Published on: August 27, 2010

What is it that makes your heart ache so? How do you account for it? How can a heart be so happy one day and not so happy the next? What cruel joke do you play on yourself? You are the whole story. Your story, no matter how it may seem, is dependent upon you and no other. You can only become disillusioned by illusions you carry. Who chooses to illusion yourself if not you? Do you really need illusions so wholeheartedly?

By and large, your illusions boil down to that you are dependent upon something other than yourself for your share of happiness or, by the same token, the obliteration of your designated happiness. You perhaps carry illusion in order to become disillusioned of it. That you are dependent upon others for your well-being is an illusion that will fall by the wayside. It has to because it is an illusion. It is an illusion by the very fact that it lacks truth. It is not Truth that disillusions you. You can not be disillusioned of Truth. You can only be disillusioned of illusion.

Of course, you can make yourself dependent upon others, yet the life of your heart does not depend upon others. It depends upon you. You make yourself happy or unhappy. Be not unhappy because untruth fades away. You have long learned that because you want something a certain way does not make it so. The world as you know it does not always yield you your dreams, or, if it does, it doesn’t always let you keep them.

What this means is that you are the captain of your own ship. This is the inevitability of life in the world. You are your own consort. Perceived otherness in the world does not always bring you your cup of tea, that which you like to perceive as your cup of tea and which may not be. You may be finished with that cup of tea.

You may believe that your happiness is dependent upon this or that, and yet your happiness is dependent upon you. You are responsible for your state of happiness. No one else is. You made your decisions. You are the one who decided that your happiness depended upon something that it does not.

No one outside you is capable of being responsible for your happiness. This is a Grand Illusion. It may seem so, and yet it is not so.

This is a good thing. You don’t really want your happiness to be dependent upon what wafts in or out of your life.

Come, establish yourself in Being.

Life is you and I as One. You are sufficient unto yourself.

You can bend down and smell the sweetness of an iris. So sweet. You can even pick the iris and put it in water in a vase on your mantel. You can love it. You can adore it. You can love it all you want. Nevertheless, the sweetness of the beautiful iris is here today and gone tomorrow. It gives you its essence while it can, and then it can’t any longer. The iris did not let you down. You know better than to buttume that your happiness is dependent upon how long the iris offers itself to you in its splendid moments of full beauty. You aren’t despondent because an iris gives you all it can while it can. You are glad for its gifts. You know better than to blame a beautiful iris later for not sustaining your happiness. You never told yourself it could.

Heavenletter #3562 Published on: August 26, 2010

You may come to a crossroad where you decide that life, so to speak, is not going to interfere with your life.

Life is not a gauntlet you are running, yet some days you feel pelted with snowballs or hail. You keep going, and you let hail fall where it may. The weather is not a deterrent to you. You keep walking. You are like the mailman, and neither rain nor sleet nor snow stops you from delivering the mail. The mailman also picks up letters that people want him to mail for them. So in life, you deliver messages, and you also pick up messages from the buttorted mail that is known as life.

In life, you may pick up and deliver messages that seem random, or may seem serious, and they are, after all, only messages. Not all messages from life merit great thought. Some mail is casual, even tossed aside or out. And some are bills you pay. And some are love letters and some messages you can’t figure out why they were sent and why they were addressed to you. What can you do but sort the mail as best you can, and then get up and keep going.

In any case, mail comes when it comes, and if your name is on it, your name is on it. You don’t have to let packages fall on your head. Mail, like inclement weather, is not supposed to knock a good man down nor is it to keep him down. Packages do not have to batter your heart any more than the rain, sleet, and snow. They are part of life, and yet, at the same time, they are incidental to life. We can say you weather them, or We can say you come out the other end of the rainbow.

You walk through certain terrain, and never can you stay there. At some point, you do have to get up and go on your way. The mail that comes, comes, and you survive it. As unwilling as you may be to admit, because of the assorted mail, you have gained. You have grown. You can be wiser without being sadder. No one said you had to be sadder. It is not a requirement. Suffering may be an elective you have chosen.

It has been said that life is a school. Let’s just say for the moment that life is a school. The point is you are going to graduate. So then what is all the fuss about? You are going to get through this school you matriculate in. You may not choose all the courses you will take. Nevertheless, you are going to demonstrate great scholarship. You already have. So you have a few scars. What is that? You are a survivor of life. You may even walk out a hero. And why not?

Everyone alive on Earth is brave. It is brave to venture forth on a journey that no one has even been on before. There never was a journey like yours, and there never was anyone just like you, never ever. Even though all are One and are on the same adventure, no one has traveled the exact route as you. No one is dropping off and picking up the exact same mail as you.

As best you can, make others’ journeys a little easier. Take some of the debris out of the way. Shelter others when you can. Smooth the road a little. Make it as nice for others as you possibly can. That may well be your path in life, sweeping the path before others. In so doing, your own journey is more gentle. As much as you can, think of others and let them know that you are, indeed, thinking of them. All the people in your life want you to be thinking of them.

Heavenletter #3561 Published on: August 25, 2010

In one sense, you begin every day as if you were a stranger to life, and you take every passing event or word as monumental, as if you were stunned at what appears, as if you have no inkling, no experience in life and its myriad offerings, as if this were the first time you ever had experienced a fall in the stock market.

I use the term stock market as a metaphor, beloveds. One little drop in one area, and you feel doom, as if you had never met life in the relative world before, as if you were new to it, as if an axe has fallen, as if it cut off your very connection to life, as if you were devastated by one little branch. All that happened is that, in your walk through the woods of life, a branch simply snapped as you were passing through. Innocent is the branch, and innocent are you. And yet you make a big thing of it. Time and time again, you make a big thing of what life displays. You take it personally. Every snap of a branch knocks you to your knees, and you evaluate yourself as wanting. There must be some fault of yours here, at the very least in your understanding.

Somewhere you have the idea that you are supposed to understand everything, as if every branch that snaps had your name on it. The woods is the woods is the woods. A branch is a branch. Branches snap. You do not have to be stricken. Branches snapping is an everyday occurrence in the woods. You can be a little more casual about this. When you walk through the woods, events may surprise you, but they do not diminish you. Events of themselves are nothing. They just are what they are. They have surprisingly little to do with you, and yet you tend to take the whole brunt on yourself.

Every misstep in the woods is not on your head. Every pitfall is merely a pitfall. It is not a trap set. There is no villain rubbing his hands and jumping in delight at your upset. Perhaps you can be a little more academic of what befalls in life. Just as you do not have to admire your reflection in the water of the lake, you do not have to berate yourself when the eddies seem to change your view of yourself and darken it. Do not berate yourself, and do not think that life is berating you. There is a certain meeting in the woods, no more, no less.

What occurs may seem like everything to you, but need it be? What exactly does your life depend on? Everyone’s good graces? Who is disappointed in you more than you are in yourself? It is your own disappointment that you cannot bear. No one disillusioned you. You disillusioned yourself. You tear yourself apart. For what reason would you do that?

I do not do that. I put you together in the first place. I would never tear you apart. I would not put asunder that which I have created. And so you take everything too seriously, and you take yourself too seriously. Take My love seriously instead.

I did not just set you on Earth and dissolve all connection with you. We are as much connected as ever whatever befalls. In terms of Our Oneness, nothing has befallen. Life on Earth does not come between Us. Nothing interferes with Our Oneness, not even you. Whatever you are going through, it is only something you are going through. You will get through it. And, at some point, you will even begin to see that there was nothing you had to get through. It was all mutterings on your walk through the apparent woods.

Heavenletter #3560 Published on: August 24, 2010

Today is a conjunction of your life. Today is where your whole life is pinned together off to one side. All the corners of your life are gathered together the way the hem of a fancy ball gown might be pinned with flowers. The past is gathered, pulled to one side, and now there is a whole new start to today, you, and your life.

The past is gathered together in one piece so it is out of the way. You don’t have to step around it nor do you have to start where you left off. You can start anywhere. The past is not about you unless you insist it is. This is a new slate before you now. No matter what labels have been stuck to you, today you have a new start. Today is a whole new day. In this sense, you can undo the past. You can make today anything you want, for the truth is, whatever build-up from the past you have accrued, you can drop it now.

Today you have a new start, and I suggest you start anew. Whatever thoughts you have had about yourself, start over. A new beginning. No matter how wonderful the credits of the past may have been, today you are starting a new journey to the New World of Space and Time.

The Old Book has closed, and today a New Page is open before you. All the past has drifted off somewhere, filed away, and yet not kept. You are free today to be as you want to be. If your life has been beautiful, today your life is yours to make more beautiful. If the past has not been glorious, today is perfectly willing for you to make it glorious. Today is innocent, as innocent as you, beloveds.

If you have limped through life, today you can dance. If you have sung sad songs, today you can sing a happy song. And why not? Why stick with the same old songs? If today is a new day, why not a new song? You can make it up as you go along.

Do not feel you will lose your place in life by doing new things today in a new way, or even doing old things today in a new way. You can take the same bus or take a new bus or walk or skip or simply be a new you on the same bus.

Why not surprise yourself and others by enjoying today? Why would you prevent yourself from having great joy today? You were meant for joy, so why not have it and give it and have it and give it again and again today?

Do you really think that I keep an old book of records and look you up on it? Do you really think that I keep an accounting of all your thoughts and acts, a list of merits and demerits? I do not. I am not a bookkeeper. I am a Lover. Love keeps no records. Why would I? Why would I call you to task? Why would I go there? I am not like an accountant. I am God ever as I have always been. I am not caught up in the past.

How could I tell you to let go of the past unless I Myself let go of the past? It isn’t even that I let go of the past. It was never My idea to keep it. It is not My style. I keep My heart and My vision. I never lose sight of them. What is the past to Me? Where I live, there is no time. Where in Eternity and Infinity can the past be kept? Past-keeping is an activity of the world. Why oh why would I even consider hanging on to the past even if I could? Of what use is the past to man or God?

Heavenletter #3559 Published on: August 23, 2010

Even a little bit of sun is sun. Even a little bit of joy is joy. You are fortunate to be awake this morning. It is good fortune to be alive. Have you sometimes forgotten that? Awake! Arise! Pull up the blinds. A new day is dawning, and you are alive in it. If you are alive, you are meant to be alive. Be glad for life. And when the time comes, be glad for death. Life of the body, death of the body, each in its own time. But life itself is beyond the limits of time and of space, for life itself is beautifully eternal. There is no interruption to life.

Life strolls down 5th Avenue. Life is an Easter Parade. Later on the body gets off the trolley. The life of the party continues with Me. We stroll through the street-less Heaven, yet Heaven has its walking lanes, or We can say flying lanes, so engaging, so expanding, so limitless is Heaven. Even in life, you and I are walking through the hills and dales of Heaven. It is so natural.

Your body does not have to die in order for you to know Heaven. Heaven is an intimate part of you right now. It is the most intimate part of you, the Heaven part where you do somersaults, for you are as light as air, and you alight in Heaven and you kick off from Heaven. From Heaven you start. From Heaven, every day you start. And every day you do not leave. You are integral to Heaven. It ever was so.

On Earth, you are not so sure what you are doing here. In Heaven, you know what you are doing and why and when and all the ins and outs. It is a breeze, life in Heaven. Regardless of the clamor on Earth and your participation in it, you are nonetheless in Heaven and sure of yourself.

Your jaunt on Earth is a sideline. It is in parentheses. The mainstream of your life is in Heaven. You ride on the Milky Way, as it were, more than you do on the bus. Heaven is the real Grand Central Station. Heaven is truly where the action is, or non-action is. On Earth, you drift off to sleep. You doze and dream a dream of what is called real life.

Ah, but We know where Real Life is and what takes place which does not really take place nor does it take time. We are in a timeless placeless place. We are immersed in a heart of gold. We fly, We swim, and yet We are anchored in Heaven. Heaven is not really a Vacation Home. It is Our True Home. The hearth is love, and in love We are, and in love We stay and never leave. Inundated with love, We fly, and We fly nowhere, and yet We soar everywhere. Love soars. There is nothing else.

We meander, yet there is no meandering. We never miss the target. We always hit the bull’s eye. It is natural. There is nothing to overcome, and so We succumb to all the love in Heaven. We build castles with all this vast love. We build the many mansions in Heaven. We are so in love that We don’t know where love begins and ends, and, of course, it neither begins nor ends, for love is a constant. We don’t even identify love because there is nothing to differentiate from it, and so We are wave after wave of love, love furling and unfurling itself a little bit like poetry or a windfall or blessed breeze which ushers itself to and fro.

Heavenletter #3558 Published on: August 22, 2010

What do you care so much what other people think? Care about what you think.

Are other people supposed to tame you? Are they supposed to shape you into something you are not? Just exactly what is wrong with your thinking as you think, feeling as you feel, seeing as you see, being as you are? Why do you so often look to a higher authority?

You can understand yourself more by bouncing off other people, yet other people are not the standard for you to go by nor do other people have dominion over you. What makes you think others know more than you to the extent that you give them authority for your decision-making? What makes you think so many have authority over you?

You know I do not mean to say that you always know best, for We both know by now that you don’t. You have held on to ideas of yours for no reason but that they are yours and you hold them sacrosanct as if they were your vital organs and you couldn’t live without them. There are many ideas you would have done well to throw away long ago that you are still holding onto, yet when it comes to some areas, you give yourself over to others or any one at all, as if they have a power over you that you do not. In certain areas, you consult with friends or magazines or television before you listen to yourself.

You give yourself away. Beloveds, in some cases, you might just as well toss a coin as you in some cases listen to those you listen to, and then there are those people you just about never listen to. Are you aware of this? Be a little wary of those who always seem to agree with you. Do not be so quick to listen to them. They may not further your understanding.

There is a tendency in some countries to disregard what your parents say. Wherever you live, whatever your culture, I suggest you listen to your parents. Listening doesn’t mean obeying. It means listening with the possibility in mind that you are being offered gold. What if your mother and father could be right and you and everyone else you know are mistaken?

Whatever your age, start to listen to what others say without adamantly rejecting what is said in certain quarters or adamantly accepting what is said in certain quarters. This is perhaps a new slant for you, to consider what is being said rather than your regard for the person who is saying it.

You can think in more than one way. You can change direction. Odds are you will do well to sort through your old thinking. Listening is a way to do this.

If I say it, you can believe it. You can believe it across the board.

Even in a fortune cookie, you may receive good advice although you laugh at it in the moment.

Even on a billboard, you could see a slogan that opens a new vein of thinking for you.

Surely you are not to keep on thinking as you always have. Surely you are not to adapt to everyone else’s way of thinking either. Surely you are the decider. Consider that you may know what you are doing, and consider that you may not. Going by what you feel is not always the same as going by your heart. Sometimes you are going by ego rather than your heart, for sometimes ego seems virtuous to you. Of course, you do not always go by ego; nevertheless, you can go by ego less.

Heavenletter #3557 Published on: August 21, 2010

All that you experience on Earth is mere experience. And you are the one who experiences. You are the experiencer. You are the interpreter of what you experience. Life on Earth is an experience. It seems like reality, yet experience is like a song being played, a tune hummed, a note written, a note being opened, a note read, a note folded in your hand, or dropped from your hand. Life is a commingling of people leaving notes or picking them up and messages garbled or clear, heavy or light, some in code, some indecipherable, all impinging on the whole Universe as if life were an adornment or a trail left in the sand.
 
All experience is the same, and yet no two experiences are alike. Everyone reads a different novel, leaves it open at a different page, skips some pages, rereads others, puts the book down, picks it up, opens it, turns to another page, closes it, reads it in the dark, hides it under the bed.
 
Such a hullabaloo is made of this incidental life. Your life on Earth is like a bobbin that bobs along contributing to stitches sewn on invisible cloth. The thread is never cut. Your fingers retrace the threads, and the seams your fingers trace are called your life. Stitches are not dropped, however, for stitches continue on the same piece of cloth or another joined at the hip. Temporary garments have been woven in many hues, and there is a hue and cry. Garments fade, but the continuance of life enters other streams and then comes up to the surface again like a leaping fish.
 
A life lived, a life remembered, a life dreamed, a life sought, a life run away from, all the combinations, all the thoughts are life, life serene, or life on a rampage, life hurried, life slow, life trammeled, life untrammeled, life on a march, life at rest, life toggling along its own path leading to where you began. There is no leaving off life. Life follows you and engages you, whirls you in a whirlwind, or lets you tan on the beach.
 
How powerful is this life you lead wherever you think you lead it. You can’t put life in place. You can’t anchor it. You can only follow it or drift along with it or ride on it or swim under it, and yet you and your life engage, and so the tale is spun, and it is a tale never told before and yet it is not new. It is a spectacle like a new movie of epic proportions, and yet it is a twice-told tale, or one told every day and every night without cease.
 
Life in the world is not one way. It is many ways. There are many ways to take it. You can’t leave it. You are on the ride of your lifetime, and there is no getting off, and there is no end to it. It is like the Old Man River that just keeps rolling along. Life takes you with it, or you take it with you.
 
All life is the hope of the future, and the future is known, and the past is not, for the past escapes and bears no scrutiny. The past is a fragment. The future is now, and you are like Joan of Arc carrying not a sword but a light to vanquish misrepresentations of the world, to brighten the world, to lift the world off its feet, to raise the world high, to make the world a troubadour announcing that Heaven has come, and now the music can begin.

Heavenletter #3556 Published on: August 20, 2010

Your shining heart lights the Earth much like the sun. Your heart is a spinning round of love, a spinning centrifugal force of love. Rich ripe grapes from your heart are plucked and thrown across the Universe, and the grapes of love soar. The grapes are much sought after.

From where grapes come, the swallowers may not know, yet they eat the grapes and are nourished just the same.

You toss love from your heart, and the love you toss lands you know not where, and, yet, because of your anonymous love, there is no famine on the land.

Love is the necessary ingredient in everything. Without the essential ingredient of love, not one thing would grow or move or even stay still. Not even one weed would grow without love.

You may say you do not love weeds, and that they grow without your love. Listen, love is as much the life force of weeds as love is the life force of roses, just as much as love is the life force that you are. Love cognized you and every living thing on the planet, and everything on the planet is a living spinning thing. There is no inanimate. There is only love alive.

Even a stone is not a dead weight. It spins. It spins in joy. It heaves itself, a living breathing thing. It is the stuff that mountains are made of. The minerals hold your foot as you climb and boost you and hold you firm and salute your climb.

Love creates more love. There is no end to love, and, therefore, there is no end to life. It is said that life forms are converted and changed. No matter the details, the point is that love and life continue, and there is not one without the other.

There is an internal field of love and an outcropping. There is an eternal field of love on which the winds, which are themselves love, blow the leaves of love and spread them further.

There is a conspiracy of love on Earth, and you are part of it. We could say that love is a shape-shifter, or that you are love in many guises, and yet the eternal nature of love does not change, nor can love be kept locked up somewhere. Love will out. Love created the world, and love is taking over the world. You are overtaking love. You are admitting to your role in the world and putting on your cap or your beret.

You are unrolling a huge canvas, and you paint a picture of the world on it. You are the canvas. You are the painter. And you are the picture of the world that you paint. You paint with love. You are the love that paints.

You play so many roles, you slip in and out of them, and you don’t always know when you are playing or when you are not, when you are on land or sea, when you are yourself or someone else, or whether you are here at all, or where you have been, and what you were doing, or where you are now, and whom you have been with. You may be a game-maker, a costumer for love, a magician, a disappearing act, a troubleshooter or troublemaker.

You do not know if you are at all, for you and I are merged and cannot be pulled apart to be examined. We, the One of Us, cannot be taken apart to be dissected and identified. We, the One of Us, no longer distract Our One Self from the business of love We are about. We are Love, One Wholeness of Love Forevermore.

Heavenletter #3555 Published on: August 19, 2010

When will you recognize that I, God, love you and love you with all the love in My heart, and My heart is great, and so then, right now, know that you have all the love in the world of Mine right in your heart.

As it is, you crave more, or proof of more, or a huge daily shipment of more world love, as if you have never known love, as if My love has to be substantiated by evidence of love in the world. You gobble love up as if you have been starving all your life, for you are insatiable for love. You are at a great feast and have always been at this table, and, yet you feel starved, as if only love from another table can satisfy you, even though, time and time again, another does not.

You have been eating a feast of love, and still you lick up the crumbs from the table, sometimes any table, as if you had never known love your whole life, as if you were an orphan of love, as if you were not a child of God, or, as if you had been left in a closet forgotten somewhere and not been given love.

What am I to do with you?

What can I do but send you more love?

Yet, how do I shake you from your entrenched belief that you are not loved, not even loved by the Greatest Giver of Love in the World Who loves all. No matter that I am the One Who enters all hearts, fills them up, and leaves an Eternal Flame, you may not feel aware of Our Great Love, and, if you are aware, it still does not seem like enough.

I understand your hunger for love in the world. I understand how you may forage for love. I understand how sometimes, you are impelled to accept any show of love, even when it isn’t love and even when you know it isn’t. You may hold yourself in the thrall of love for the sake of a mask of love.

You may give away your birthright of entitlement to My love. You cannot give away your inheritance, you understand, yet you may give away your right to it. You may deny your worthiness.

And, so, you may throw yourself away on what may be token love or not love at all. You may accept tin instead of gold. You may see yourself as so starving for world love that you will pick up litter from the street and call it love when it is only litter. You take a few scraps of what is not love so that, for a few moments, you can close your eyes and feel you are in a play of love. You will give yourself for a few kind words, an apple there, a pear there, a glance into someone’s eyes, all so that you can have some trimmings of love for a while.

Meanwhile, you have the King’s love, and you rummage in the streets for handouts.

The world of itself does not always reveal its love. Even if My love did not exist, it is not true that any love is better than no love. Remember My love. My love is true.

I would wish that you would have all the love in the world as you do have all of My love. I do not ask you to have My love alone and give up world love. I am saying that you who are gold are not dross.

Heavenletter #3554 Published on: August 18, 2010

My love is rightfully yours. It has always been yours. My love has your name written all over it. It is signed and sealed yours. My love is the pot of gold that you are to reach into.

You are already gilded with the gold of My love. Do not be so dazzled. This is the natural way of things. Who would have My love if not you? I know My children as One.

My love cannot be hoarded. It can only be shared. You have love to give. You have love to give because I have heaped love upon you. My love cannot spoil you. It can only heighten you. If you feel that you have been denied My love, then you have denied it. If you feel that you have been deprived of My love, it is you who has deprived yourself of it. Perhaps you have put My love aside, or not looked at it lest My love be too much for you and you would disintegrate. Disintegrate in My love? You will not disintegrate in My love. You will integrate. You will not be lost in My love. That’s where you will be found. You will be found in the depths of My heart for all the world to see.

Dig deep into My heart. Know My love, and then you will gloriously share it. You will know abundance, and Our combined abundance will spill over into all the hearts in the world. Lonely, or in a crowd, My love in you will flow out like love without borders, like rivers without dams, like a faucet that will not turn off. You will have drunk from the well. Once filled, you can only splash My love everywhere. My heart runneth over, and so does yours.

There is no end to My love. You do not lose My love by sharing it. You multiply it. My love is not to be kept in reserve. My love is going to explode on Earth, and you are going to light the match to it. Because of you, the world is going to be inundated in My love. Because of you, there will be a steady flow of love such that the extant world has not seen. That this steady stream of love has not been seen doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been flowing. It hasn’t been seen because you closed your eyes to it or because you blocked the flow of love from your heart as if with a clothespin. If you have not rolled around in My love, perhaps you glued the valves of My love in your heart shut for fear that you would be uprooted.

Yes, you would be uprooted. Do you possibly think that you can feel all the love in My heart and stay the same? You will burst out of your skin. You cannot possibly stay the same when it is My love full steam ahead.

When you let loose My love in your heart, you will release an entourage of love on Earth. A volcano of love, a typhoon, an earthquake of love that will moisten the Earth and no dry heart will ever be again. Dryness of heart will be unheard of. It will not be remembered. Only fullness of love will be remembered. Only fullness of love will be known. There will be a rise of love on Earth and no lessening of it. Love will be in bloom, and illusion of anything else will fall away.

Heavenletter #3553 Published on: August 17, 2010

Seek and ye shall find.

Look for persecution, and you shall find it wherever you look. You may see little else.

Look for beauty, and you will see it wherever you look. There will be little else to see.

You are surrounded by whatever angle of the kaleidoscope you turn. The view is the viewer’s. You can convince yourself of anything. You can give tribute to anything.

There is exquisite beauty and bravery. They exist. There is ugliness and cowardice. There is sidewalk under your feet, and there is sky above. What are you looking at, and what do you make indelible? Where are you looking from, and what are you looking for?

A baby gives happiness. A baby also requires attention. Life itself requires attention, and yet where does your attention go? Shuffle your feet and glower, or have a spring in your step and smile. What role do you play today? Which turn of the kaleidoscope do you whirl today?

You turn the wheel of your life. You are the camera man. You take the pictures. You use a zoom lens or a telescopic lens. You take the same pictures again and again.

Even in the Garden of Eden, you had choices, and you made them. Your choices count.

When you go to a restaurant, you choose that on the menu you wish to eat. You cannot choose everything on the menu. You make choices. You choose what you prefer. You don’t order what you don’t like so you can complain. You order something you like.

The grisly side of relative life exists. It doesn’t require magnification. You don’t have to emphasize it.

Even weeds serve a purpose. You can love the existence of weeds even as you pull them. You can love the rain and the shine. If you don’t like the rain, you can stay out of it. What is so hard about that?

You can be the lucky penny that finds itself.

You can be the magic wand that waves itself around and discovers treasure. Surely you would not look for woe with your wand. Of course, you can if you choose. You have. Now look in the direction of the sun, and know that the light before you is good, is as good as rain.

Seek good fortune by the bushel.

You can look for clues in the right places.

Sherlock Holmes sought crimes in order to solve them. He found the crimes, and he found the culprits.

Be you a detective of love and beauty. You can find whatever you look for. I do not say that you will find only what you look for, but the bulk of what you look for will be the bulk of what you find.

You cannot focus on trouble and be happy. You do not have to be blind, nor do you need to be triumphant when you find irregularities in life. Aha, here is a weed. Aha, here is insolence. Aha, here is what should not be allowed .

Seek beauty, and you shall discover it. You do not have to seek the dowdy. Let it exist, yet you are a hunter and discoverer of beauty and love. Use your magnifying glass on that which you want more of.

There has been enough trouble in the world. Trouble has already been proved. You do not need more proof of it. Then, why would you look for more evidence of trouble? Why would you pounce on it? Why would you report it and make headlines of it and say, “Tut, tut?”

Look out your window and see red cardinals.

Seek the beauty of yourself, and emblazon your beauty on every forehead and every heart. You are the light of the world.