God said:
When there is love, how can there be conflict as well?
What can conflict be but fear of love? Perhaps fear in the form of holding tight to imagined ownership of even yourself. Beloveds, if you desire to sail, you have to untie yourself from the anchor. Know that you need no anchor. Be moored in love. Love, and be not tied.
The fact is that you are tied to nothing. You fight windmills. You fight freedom. Surrender to love instead. Let love take you by the hand. You don’t have to proclaim love. Be it.
Love yourself enough to love. Love yourself to pieces, and love will fall from the sky like confetti.
Get out of the details. You are not to be moored in a crush of details. Let go of the details. You don’t have to be caught up in them. Let details take care of themselves.
This means to let life be. Caught up in details, you tend to get caught up in difficulties.
Of course, I understand that life on Earth is made of details. The fact is, however, that you are to be caught up in the Greatness of Life. This is not a luxury. This is a necessity.
Unless you are caught up in love and revelation, you are caught up in the details, and this is where friction enters in. Details are minor. Love is major. It could be through friction, you cut love in half.
Perhaps somewhere hidden from yourself, you see love as limiting, perhaps cutting yourself off from yourself, as if love were denying you and your importance. Perhaps you have the fractured idea that love makes you less and friction makes you more. Perhaps you feel stepped on. Perhaps you don’t know how to speak for yourself and another at the same time.
You fight for your sequestered individuality when individuality is far from Oneness. Perhaps you are trying to stake a claim, yet ownership in the world is a barrier. There is no possession, and you try to possess. In trying to possess, you forgo peace.
Perhaps you are at war with yourself. All war is within and is falsified with opponents to lash out at. Maybe you just need an opponent at hand to pretend you have not isolated yourself. Perhaps opponents are closer to you than friends. Perhaps you favor the oomph of anti-closeness rather than closeness.
Perhaps you give away too much of yourself with friendship, or perhaps you exclude yourself from the responsibility of closeness by perpetuating shadows of enemies to fight.
Perhaps you seek perfection in others so, when they fall short, you have cause for complaint. Perhaps you favor complaint over agreement. Perhaps you see agreement as compliance. Perhaps you are more settled into complaint. Perhaps you make a mountain out of a molehill. Perhaps you run away from life. In any case, with enmity, you fritter life away. You chip away at it.
You may seek love at the same time as you foreclose on it.
You put a shield up, and you back away from love. You denounce it. You don’t really see love as a friend. You object to love. You see love as a betrayer, and yourself the victim, bound hand and foot. You can’t stay long. You won’t. You have somewhere else to go. You may prefer appetizers to the main meal.
It is hard for you to enter into the long haul. You get nervous. You don’t know how to love and stay free, so you find cause to object.
All that you hold others responsible for, you are responsible for. When you are petulant, you are the one petulant. When you are angry, you are the one angry. When you are disappointed, you have disappointed yourself.
Whether you like it or not, you are the one responsible for your thoughts. You are the one responsible for your emotions. You are the one responsible for your happiness and unhappiness. You are responsible.
You hold life too high at the same time as you hold it too low. You duel with yourself, beloveds. There is no one here but you – and I – so you make up some characters to belie who you are. You may transfer yourself into the guise of someone else. So long as you are separate, you battle yourself. You refrain from Oneness.
Get over here to Me. Disband your army of defense.
“Heavenletter #5412: Moored in Love,” received by Gloria Wendroff, September 18, 2015, https://heavenletters.org/moored-in-love.html