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The Play of Life [II]
Heavenletter #5229 Published on: March 20, 2015
God said:
It is like you carry a theater in your heart. You have a playwright, producers, director, stage director, actors and more in your heart. Every day they come out on stage and put on a good play. You couldn’t think up what gets put together without even a rehearsal. Everyone prances out on stage, and the drama does its thing, and the audience, which includes you, travels through all the emotions known to man. Oftentimes you are surprised at the drama. Other times there seems to be nothing new. Watch out. There will be new developments. The theater seats are filled everyday.
Even when you go home, the theater is there, everyone in place and the next performance is all set to go. The orchestra plays, and the Play of Life has begun its gyrations.
Are you not one of the actors on stage? Isn’t it your theater? Don’t you enter the set ready for the comedy or the drama, all the scenes and characters set before you? It is a play ad libbed to perfection. If you had studied the play for years, you couldn’t do better playing your part – and, incidentally, all the other parts as well. It is, after all, your play and your experience.
There is even a catering service included. Sometimes you are pleased with the food, and sometimes you’re not. Almost all kinds of performances appear on your stage, and many are repeated in one form or another.
This theater begins when you are a baby and then a toddler all the way until you leave the theater after your last performance, mostly when you have grown old and almost a whole new cast of characters takes over your theater. After your last performance, you are part of the conversation. In later time to come, there is no one in the cast who really remembers you any longer. Someone else’s name has gone up on your marquee.
From your new place high on the hill, all this doesn’t matter to you any longer. You own nothing now, and you have everything. You left your personal identity behind. Your body and name are now like old clothes in a trunk. You are back on track on a high road. You conduct a different kind of orchestra that keeps playing and keeps uplifting the entire Universe. Meeting God is ever the same yet eminently new each time, never old hat.
You have come to new conclusions now. You don’t even think of what you have come to as conclusions. It’s more like you are finding new discoveries as you dance along and more songs to accompany yourself. It must be the music of the spheres you hear.
Now you are on top of the world. You go nowhere, and yet you are everywhere. You have met again many friends you once knew, and foes as well even as they are dear to you now, and you can’t even imagine what all the fuss was about when the essence of you was carried around in some kind of halter called a body. Now there is no pretense of ownership, and there are no barriers. There are no doors to knock on. No doors to open. No doors to close. In fact, there is no place really, and no race to get there.
Oh, my, what a non-place to be. You are as light as air. As well, you are surrounded with light. You encompass the light, and you are encompassed by light. Where light shines are you. There is no place at all, yet if there were place, you, the light, and God could not be told apart or rearranged whatsoever. Oneness would sing Oneness. Infinity, which is Vast Vastness, would buoy you. You would fill the Universe. You would know that you are of Heaven, and yet you would embrace the Universe. All souls would be in your heart. It would be impossible to tell a difference between one heart and another. God would be bursting with joy in every heart. You would be positive that God Is, and yet, God would be indistinguishable from all the love bursting its bounds, of which it has none, as it is in Heaven. What an ensemble plays music in the Everland that exists yet not in a fixed place. No walls in Heaven. Nothing but Oneness soaring here and there and everywhere.
Even when you go home, the theater is there, everyone in place and the next performance is all set to go. The orchestra plays, and the Play of Life has begun its gyrations.
Are you not one of the actors on stage? Isn’t it your theater? Don’t you enter the set ready for the comedy or the drama, all the scenes and characters set before you? It is a play ad libbed to perfection. If you had studied the play for years, you couldn’t do better playing your part – and, incidentally, all the other parts as well. It is, after all, your play and your experience.
There is even a catering service included. Sometimes you are pleased with the food, and sometimes you’re not. Almost all kinds of performances appear on your stage, and many are repeated in one form or another.
This theater begins when you are a baby and then a toddler all the way until you leave the theater after your last performance, mostly when you have grown old and almost a whole new cast of characters takes over your theater. After your last performance, you are part of the conversation. In later time to come, there is no one in the cast who really remembers you any longer. Someone else’s name has gone up on your marquee.
From your new place high on the hill, all this doesn’t matter to you any longer. You own nothing now, and you have everything. You left your personal identity behind. Your body and name are now like old clothes in a trunk. You are back on track on a high road. You conduct a different kind of orchestra that keeps playing and keeps uplifting the entire Universe. Meeting God is ever the same yet eminently new each time, never old hat.
You have come to new conclusions now. You don’t even think of what you have come to as conclusions. It’s more like you are finding new discoveries as you dance along and more songs to accompany yourself. It must be the music of the spheres you hear.
Now you are on top of the world. You go nowhere, and yet you are everywhere. You have met again many friends you once knew, and foes as well even as they are dear to you now, and you can’t even imagine what all the fuss was about when the essence of you was carried around in some kind of halter called a body. Now there is no pretense of ownership, and there are no barriers. There are no doors to knock on. No doors to open. No doors to close. In fact, there is no place really, and no race to get there.
Oh, my, what a non-place to be. You are as light as air. As well, you are surrounded with light. You encompass the light, and you are encompassed by light. Where light shines are you. There is no place at all, yet if there were place, you, the light, and God could not be told apart or rearranged whatsoever. Oneness would sing Oneness. Infinity, which is Vast Vastness, would buoy you. You would fill the Universe. You would know that you are of Heaven, and yet you would embrace the Universe. All souls would be in your heart. It would be impossible to tell a difference between one heart and another. God would be bursting with joy in every heart. You would be positive that God Is, and yet, God would be indistinguishable from all the love bursting its bounds, of which it has none, as it is in Heaven. What an ensemble plays music in the Everland that exists yet not in a fixed place. No walls in Heaven. Nothing but Oneness soaring here and there and everywhere.
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