Now the Music Can Begin!

[Angel~a]

Beautiful!

 

 

HEAVEN
#3557
 
 Now
the Music Can Begin,
 
August 21,
2010

God said:
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.
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[ayana]

Thank YOu Angela.

Namaste

[Sunspiritsmiles]

Thanks Ang

[Ana Antaka]

Magnificent!! Thank you.