Beloved, of course, you, yourself, your very self, are filled with inestimable power. You go beyond inadequate power. You have radiant blossoming extraordinary powers. There is nothing déclassé in the word power, as if the word power can only be relegated to comic book POW and WHAM!!!
We’re speaking of the power of the heart, not magic tricks. I suppose the expression “magic tricks” implies something sensational, tricky, not quite ethical, perhaps even low-class.
There is nothing shabby about walking on water, nor is it particularly phenomenal. There must be a worthy purpose beyond showmanship. There is purity of desire and intent. This is not about making an impression or proving a point. Of course, integrity of motive matters.
To make wine from water held a high purpose.
Once upon a time, lighting a fire was a miracle.
I come from the place of: “What is not a miracle?”
That eyes open and eyes close – what a miracle! So simple. That you sleep and that you wake are miracles, old-fashioned miracles.
Just think that there is speech, and there is silence.
Is it not as much a miracle that the seas stay together than that they part?
On all levels, understanding hovers over you. Of course, what happens in the world matters. Mainly, the light you shed on life matters more.
If you were about to catch on fire, and someone throws water over you in order to put out the fire, you would thank them. If someone ran across the road and pushed you out of the way of a speeding car, you would welcome his presence of mind and kiss his hand. Circumstances and interpretations are part of the package of life. And so you channel the directions of your life.
Life isn’t objective. You like to think so, yet your life is how you describe it.
Someone may be chasing after you – not to scare you but to hand over to you your wallet that you dropped without noticing.
You may have been certain that you have no choice in life. You were born in a certain country to a certain family in a certain century, and so goes the fortune of your life. You may never have noticed an angel or two lifting you up. This doesn’t mean that you have not been lifted high and landed down gently.
You may not be attuned to all that you could be attuned to. Perhaps you focus on what scoundrels might be up to.
It is well possible that you have been lifting up your life or dragging it around. Life may not have overlooked you. Rather, you overlooked life and dug your life into the ground. It’s possible you bullied life here and there and slammed a door on life. Start over.
Consider your dealings with life as if you play a certain note on the piano, and this is the note you hear played back to you. Play a higher note, and see what happens. Choose notes at a tempo you would really like to hear. Set the tone for your own life. Be your own orchestra leader. Who stops you? Never mind. No longer tell the same story unless it’s a story you want more of.
What table of contents do you write down for your life? If your present table of contents seems like a hardship, then, by golly, write a new table of contents. Life will pick up the tune you give it. Even if life continues as it seemingly has, then start humming your new tune and see what difference this makes in how you feel.
If there can be a new Heavenletter every day, can there not be a new tune for you to come up with?