This morning I made a conscious decision to not “jump out” of bed. I lay there and listened to the sounds. As I often do, I meditated on the sounds, smells and activity of heaven. I began to think what the atmosphere looked like. What it truly would look like were it to be appropriated to earth in its entirety. As I wandered about the place, my hearing became more sensitive and I could hear love. The tangible, precious sound of love was in the atmosphere. It was not voices or sounds like you might think, but the sounds of molecules and atoms expanding and touching. The release of each contact was a sound unlike anything imaginable.

Even in my own room, I could feel aches and pains dissolve. I could feel thinking change. Effortlessly. I was not “creating” it so much as it was expanding on its own.

I finally arose and I thought about the experience. Because clearly it was an experience. My mind moved to the “what if” place. I found myself thinking that the conduits of heaven were revolving about us. A different existence if you will, but with a change thinking, a different thought process, access to this became possible, even increased.

I felt a challenge come to me. “Too busy” was the words I felt in my spirit. In a time where more seems like it is important, I felt the challenge was to stop and energize in the atmosphere of this heavenly existence. To be a conduit or a flash point for heaven to enter our dimension or meld it. (Clearly I do not have words.)

One of the things I noticed was thoughts became clearer, answers appeared.

In this thinking and this experience, I understood it was not so much what was said or what was done, but the atmosphere itself that changed everything. Changed people, situations and circumstances.

I simply share this, this morning to share hope. To share a touch of what I received. I sense that the idea of heaven on earth just took a giant step closer.