Gloria to God:
Dear God, I am surprised when I come across people who don't believe in You. It is like I have forgotten the possibility of people who don't.
God:
They have forgotten. Or, rather, they have blinded themselves. It is a self-excision they have made. They do not believe in Me, and at the same time they feel I have abandoned them. I cannot. And they cannot leave Me. They can only imagine it.
Gloria:
Yesterday someone told he didn't quite believe in You, and that he also does not know what support of nature is, isn't sure that he has ever seen it.
God:
He does not believe in himself. Despite his apparent confidence, his heart sinks.
As for support of nature, have not unseen angels come and swept him up from danger? Has rain not come on time? Do not wounds heal? Troubles unwind? Fear pass? Does he not draw breath? Whose breath is it he draws? Tell Me, what is one thing a human can do without support of nature?
Here is a clear case where the gentleman looks in the wrong direction. He asks the wrong questions. By wrong I mean he asks questions that keep him bogged.
He counts what he sees missing rather than what is already his. Instead of counting blessings, he totals up his disappointments, and he makes a tall pile.
When he counts the bountifulness in his life, he will have a taller pile.
He counts the flaws in the universe. He seeks them out, and he "proves" his case.
This son of Mine denies his Father.
He holds tight to a state of orphanship.
And one who perceives himself without Me is indeed in orphan consciousness. He is rudderless.
I suggest that this gentleman count how many toes he has, fingers. Is he missing an arm or leg? His organs work well. He can walk; his mind is fine, but he keeps his eyes down, looking for thorns in his path. Well, he will find them. They are always there.
But when he will look up, it is a different world he will see.
This gentleman has, in effect, excommunicated himself from Me, and he is sour about it.
His attention is in the wrong places.
I have a scroll of his blessings that is very long. Where is his list? I suggest he make it, and then perhaps he will deign to notice Me once in a while. And when he does, he will notice Me shining on him and covering him with blessings.
Gloria to Mother Divine:
Dear Mother Divine, sometimes I feel really out of it, out of touch, disconnected from almost everything but you and God. And yet I will watch something not worth watching on TV before I go to bed.
Mother Divine:
Perhaps the out-of-touch feeling you have is unattachment.
As for watching whatever is on TV before you go to bed, it is like a dessert for you.
You, too, emphasize imperfection, but you focus on your own. Why aren't you saying, "I talk to God every morning, and during the day, I think about Him a lot. I work on emblazoning HEAVEN, and I plan a simple workshop on introducing others to their contact with our Heavenly Father."
Why don't you say, "I take care of Sunshine and Ginger with great love"?
Why don't you say, "I have love in my heart"?
Why, Gloria, you are like the gentleman who pounces on flaws.
Be like an angel who alights on light, and spreads her wings, and encompasses God's universe.
God's children are angels, not hawks. Angels have a different eyesight from hawks. Angel vision is not for pinpointing; it is for blessing.
And so, God's children must bless themselves with their glances. Their vision must reach far and wide and high. And they will see Heaven and wonder what on earth they were looking at before. They won't even be able to find what they used to see.
Clean the lenses of your eyes.
Offer your hand.
Open your heart.
A closed heart closes eyes.
Eyes and hearts want to open wide.
Eyes can leap over horizons.
Eyes can contain the whole universe.
Eyes can sweep the galaxies.
Eyes can catch a buttercup, a drop of dew, God's love.
Eyes can see through density.
Eyes can remove darkness.
Eyes can love.
Let your eyes look with love upon God's creation and hold yourself high in the courtyard of Heaven where God has placed you.
Awake! God is at hand.