HEAVEN #2801

And the World Turns, July 26, 2008

God said:

It is like this. You wrote a play once, and you didn't get to finish the rehearsal. You forgot the play. You forgot all about it, and yet a secret part of you has a recollection and wants to continue it. You want to see this play before your very eyes. It is not exactly that you finish where you left off, yet it is something like that.

You wrote a script once, and now you can follow it if you choose. You wrote a script once, and now you can rewrite it if you choose. You have opportunity. This life you are living is your life to choose. It may seem that you choose by chance, and yet you determine the choice you make. It may be a toss-up, yet you chose to have a toss-up. You chose and you continue to choose.

Even as I touch on the idea of memory, I am telling you that there is no past to remember. All of life action is right now. There isn't anything but right now. Eternity, of course, but that is on a different plane, even as you live in it now.

In a way, you are like a soldier who doesn't know that the war is over. Or you are a singer who doesn't know that the musicians have gone home. You are like a groundbreaker who doesn't know there is no ground to break, and yet you hack at it anyway.

You are still on stage when all the scenery has been packed away. You are following a course when there is no course to follow. You swim in place. You are splashing and dashing around, but you don't get anywhere. You live in a fantasy that is called the world. Others share this fantasy. You live in the same dream, and yet everyone has a different version of the dream, and everyone acts out a different role. You chose a role, and it was assigned to you. This happened so fast, so spontaneously you can't figure it out. It is like you came in the middle of your own story, and you can't quite figure out the context.

You ask a lot of questions to which you cannot hear the answers. You do not have the eyesight. You are not able to grasp. You almost catch the meaning of life, and the meaning of your life and all the intricacies of it, but you cannot hold on to what you almost grasp. The reel rolls too fast for you to keep up with, or too slow for you stay with. And yet you progress, and the world turns according to your proclivities.

And all the while, you are in a Great Play. You think I'm the Director. Yes, I set up everything, yet you are the writer, director, and actor in your play. You forgot the ending. You forgot there is no ending. You forgot you are immersed in My heart. You forgot your play was about love and love alone. You threw in some drama to make it interesting. You wouldn't have it any other way. No one would choose some of the drama you chose, and yet you chose it. You garnered it. You accepted it. You said, "Okay, I'll do this. I won't do that. And I will surprise myself and everyone else too!"

And then you pause. And then you stumble. And then you execute a perfect dance. And then you choreograph another dance, and you find you are performing in many plays all at once, your play and others' plays. You are a whirling Dervish in all the parts you play on all the planes you play.

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