realm
noun [ C ]
/relm/
an area of interest or activity:
Her interests are in the realm of practical politics.
formal a country ruled by a king or queen:
the defence of the realm
The matter was hotly debated in all the towns of the realm.
beyond/within the realms of possibility
beyond/within the realm of possibility
impossible/possible:
It's not beyond the realm of possibility that some schools may have to cut sport altogether.
"Do you think he could step down?" "I think it's within the realms of possibility, yes."
Make Memorials of Joy
Heavenletter #1407 Published on: September 24, 2004
God said:
You half hold on and you half
let go when it comes to loved ones who pass into another dimension and
seemingly leave you behind. You want to get over your heartache, but you
want to remember your loved ones and all that was in your heart for
them. You do not want to forget your love for them, and theirs for you.
And so you remember. And as memories wear off, you mourn the loss of
your memories too.
Sooner or later your departed loved ones are reduced to an occasional
memory here or there, perhaps only a paragraph or two, or a sentence or
two, or a word, perhaps their name. You would like to restore them to
life, and you would like to hold them fast to you in your memory. You
would conjure them up if you could.
They have gone on with their lives, and so must you. They have not
forgotten you. Their love for you radiates and radiates. They encompass
you in their love. They would dry your tears. They would have you laugh
instead of weep. They would like to get your attention with joy.
They do not forget you. Nor do they mourn. From their wider
perspective, they see very well. They know there is nothing to mourn.
They are well-aware that only the physical has changed, and they know
that the physical is only physical. They know that the physical is a
manifestation of something. It is a manifestation of love, but
manifestation is only manifestation. Of course, the manifestation of
love matters to you more than can be described. And yet, your loved one
was only a manifestation of love. The physical passes. Love remains.
Nothing can cut into love. It's just that the love is not wrapped up any longer. It is not beribboned, but it is love evermore.
What are the tears that you weep for? Of course, they are removing
what does not belong. Mourning does not belong to you. Mourning is not a
testament of your love. It is only a testament of sorrow. It does not
do honor to the loved ones enjoined in a higher realm. Would you really
mourn the end of their temporary life on Earth when you knew how guided
in the light they are now?
You have a tendency to think that somehow their life on Earth was not
finished, that it should have been more, that more blessings should
have been theirs. But you were their blessing. Do you understand? All
your love they carry with them. They have not departed love, yours nor
theirs. Bless them to the theater they star in now.
Love is greater than all the oceans of tears you have made. The
oceans of your tears are but a single drop compared to the one ocean of
love.
You may ask why there is death? And you may reproach Me for the
existence of death. Death of the body is a fact of life. It has not been
kept a secret from you. You may ask Me why bodies die. I ask you, Why
must you mourn? And why do you fear?
I understand that you miss your loved ones. I also want you to understand that you have missed the point.
Your love is greater than tears. Far greater. Enough memorials of tears. Make memorials of joy.
Death of the body is not such a huge thing as you have made it. But
love, that is a different story. You may think I commit murder. I commit
life. Once and for all, accept that there is no end to it.
Death reminds you that you are not your body. Rejoice. You are not your body.
Source :
Cambridge Dictionary
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