Beloved, you know that when all is said and done, of course, you do hold some responsibility for the hard road your life may go down. You know better by now than to think that you are totally free of responsibility for your life. You contribute somehow, in some way, somewhat, sometimes, now and again in one way or another.

You’ve got the idea. There are ways you carry some of the weight, not all, yet some, a little. Of course, there are those in your life who seem to irritate you right and left and again and again all right.

Beloveds, Godwriters who write down for Me know only what they hear Me say. I, God, on the other hand, have the whole picture all at once in what could be called in an instant. A fine, deep Godwriter who hears me well may pick up a piece at a time and then another piece of the puzzle as he or she waits for Me to plop more down. Therefore, even the most sentient of Godwriters knows the short of it and not the long of it. It may be like this, yet not always. One or another Godwriter may hear me in one long patch.

Beloved, I know your Oneness like you know the nose on your face. You are just catching on to Oneness. You don’t yet know every inch or mountain of Our Oneness. Go ahead, take center stage. Express yourself now as far as your questions take you. You, valiant Godwriter, write!

At this moment, you, My Godwriter, informally speak and question and grasp that the words you write down come from a higher Consciousness and a bigger Source than your individual personality.

Ponder now outloud:

Beloved, I hear you ask Me from the far reaches of your mind:

“Dear God, what is the sum total of life, and in particular, my life, if I can indeed call my life my own? Where does this that is called my life exist? Is my life lived within its recollection, or is it not?

Beloved, dearly Beloved, Seeker of Love and Wisdom, keep your heart flowing and blossoming and your heart as light as air with the essences of sweetness of flowers at your beck and call as love mills all over the happy Universe.

Beloved, you think of another long ago friend of yours from many long years ago. Your heart aches to talk to once more to this friend. You have no way of knowing if this long ago friend is still alive.

You were girlfriends, that's all. You don’t know how would you would reach this long-lost friend from long ago if she should happen to still be alive. Did she live in New York, New Jersey – where?

Her first name definitely was Helen. You can’t bring her last name back to life. She mattered to you. Her forlorn face digs into your heart.

Life gives you second chances, and human hearts ache for revelations to be the way life used to be when you were young – barefoot and rosy-cheeked, life new and full of glory when you made leaps and bounds, and a surprise dawns, calling to you, a new twist, a delightful upturn, an accelerated brightening, a stirring, a reconnoiter, a love for life as it arises on the horizon. As it happens, two twists unexpectedly came your way today – sort of two Universes – can they be called Parallel Universes?