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"You are a delightful toast I raise to Myself. I raise My glass so high that no one misses the sight of it, and all clink their cups with Mine. This is a unique toast We make. We clink stars. We clink the Sun and the Moon. We clink to Our Impermeable Oneness. To Our Oneness."
"I chose you long ago, and I have never gotten over you. I dance ahead of you, and I leave gifts along the way, remembrances of you so that you will remember Me."
I hear you, beloveds, as you sing from the mountaintops. You sing:
"Beloved God, I just want to say: God, My God, My God of Love. God, God, God. There are times I feel a rush through My bloodstream, and this rush, this energy I feel, is Your Love pulsing through me. I can't quite put my finger on You, yet You are resoundingly God dancing and singing so silently and happily in my heart.
A Beautiful Story
The ways God can appear are limitless. Through other people is one of them. Here’s a true story:
A farmer at our local Farmer’s Market had a blanket laid out on the ground, filled with wonderful vegetables, some in baskets, some just in piles.
I held up a giant zucchini, and I asked him how much.
The man smiled and said, "It's by the hat. It's the hat method." I didn’t know what he was talking about.
He pointed to a big old farmer's type hat, filled with dollar bills, that sat on the edge of the blanket. “You just put in what feels right to you,” he said.
"Give me an idea," I said.