Where am I?

Where am I?

I am here. I am in South Africa.
At this moment as I am typing, I just finished writing down two Heavenletters™. It took no time at all. This is the first morning I awake here in South Africa.

Heaven Admin picked me up at the Durban airport last night. I said, “Hi,” and he said, “Hi.” My heart lit up.

Right now, this morning as I write, the blinds are pulled. I am writing in a room lighted with electricity, and I am typing this blog to you. This could be a room anywhere. I happen to know it is a room in Uncle Arnand’s house in Durban, South Africa. Still, it could be in a room in Chicago or Fairfield or anywhere. It is in the Universe. You are a hand’s reach away. There is no away. Right now, it feels that we, you and I, exist in spacelessness. I think we are the nucleus of an atom.

For a while at least, distance and space seem foreign. This moment, this that I call a moment, has nothing to do with time. Right this moment, I am immersed in Eternity and Infinity, and everything else is some kind of fading image. Right now the entire world fits into Heaven. There is no seam between the two. Right this moment, it is easy to grasp the concept of Heaven and impossible to grasp the concept of Earth and Earth life and all that. It is quiet here.

Right now I am not the person who caught flights, went through immigration and customs, walked into airplanes, alighted etc.

When I was walking through O’Hare Airport and Dulles Airport in D.C., it all felt science fictionish. All the many many people on escalators or walking or sitting waiting looked like people in a trance. We could have been automatons floating. The airplanes seemed like space ships that we got on and off of. There were people in uniform who commanded us, and we went through corrals the way cattle do.

Right this moment, I cannot conceive of a United States or a South Africa or any place.

Where am I? Who am I?