You don’t know what I am going to do next, do you? By the same token, much of your Life is revealed to you how and when it is revealed. You find out Life as you live it. There is no rule that requires that the progress of your Life, in the long run or day-to-day, is laid out. It’s okay to find yourself drawn to something here and there.
You may also be someone who loves to plan a week’s menu, or you always eat oatmeal on Friday mornings. Life also holds choices and change, and you also change your mind. And, oh, yes, Life holds surprises, and surprises can be welcome guests. Life can be fluid and not so hard and fast as you may think.
Not even for the Creation of Life on Earth, did I write out a master plan. Desires are seeds planted. Desires can grow, and desires can recede. Desires may manifest themselves. You don’t have to plan out the details, nor are We talking about a hodge-podge, even as a hodge-podge can have its place and form and function. You may note that the idea of hodge-podge lies in the mind.
Beloveds, at the same time, don’t think for one minute that Destiny is incompatible with spontaneity. There is also room in the Inn for Free Will. I will tell you that Destiny is not exactly set in stone. Destiny may be unpredicted and only observed in retrospect.
Spontaneity most certainly applies to the Art of Godwriting. I, the Giver of My Words -- I am always expressing Myself. You may not always tune in, although this option is always open to you. A Godwriter and I commune in the exact moment that We do. It is open to all to be a Godwriter at any moment. You may be eager to receive Me, or you may be a surprised Godwriter that I pick up and tap into. The point is that Our Communion requires no warning, no table of contents, no agenda. In fact, no such thing as an outline exists ahead of time. We don’t have to know what is upcoming. You can’t know. What comes comes. You allow it. If you do desire to hear Me, you have to put away your preconceived ideas of what you think I must say. Allow Me.
You cannot know ahead of time what flowers will grow. My flowers will always grow before your very eyes. Beloveds, I have no need to think ahead. I am aware that I live in Infinity which is Vastness Itself.
Infinity, although not a place but rather a non-place, is where, for the sake of language, I simply am in a permanent state of exchange of Sound, Word, Vibration, Wavelength, and Love with you and where no limits exist. Put away your predictions. Our Oneness exists in this non-place, Infinity. This is where Our Oneness exists. Our Oneness always exists. It is not something complicated. It is so simple you may not catch on to it. There are no limits. Not being tuned in can only be a temporary lapse.
You tune into Me. You pick Me up. We can say you ring the bell. You listen in. You hear faintly.
Look, all My Heart thoughts are available to you. There is no question of this. All My thinking is reachable. Which expressions of Mine, however, go down the chute, you have no clue until the exact moment My Words tumble down, or when you rise to Me and My Words.
There is no registry kept ahead of time. My subtle emanations approach you at the exact moment they take their first breath, and you lean forward to hear. My Godwriting doesn’t wait on a visible library shelf. You look up. You turn to Me. Then you open your Heart. Then you hear Me. How I long for you to hear Me.
You don’t know what great strides may be coming down the pike for you, My Beloveds -- just for you.