This first question was actually asked yesterday at the workshop. Mary's Godwriting has blanks in it, words left out, leaving her puzzled and frustrated. — Gloria

Gloria to God:

Dear God, will You kindly help Mary get answers with all the words in?

God:

Mary needs to let go more. My answers do not have to be precise. She worries about correctness. When she cannot hear a particular word, tell her to quickly guess what it might be. She won't be guessing. She will be hearing without her fears entering.

Frustration comes from control. Why control in the first place? What is it that has to be the way you think?

Commune with Me. Give; receive. Ask what you can do to make Me happy.

You do not need to know the details of your growth. A rose looks to the Sun. A rose does not ask: "Well, should I grown my leaves now or my blossoms? How should I do it? When?"

A rose looks to the Sun, and captures its rays. The rose lets the Sun do what the Sun does. That is trust.

Have a little trust in Me.

Mary, above all, needs to be good to herself, be generous with herself. That is the same as being generous with Me.

Mary is a rose. I suggest that Mary make up pet names for herself. Call herself Lucky, Miss Fantastic, Wealth, Charity.

Mary holds on so tight. Tell her she does not have to. Tell her that holding on holds her back. Let Me steer the ship. Let Me carry her. Tell her to lean back. Tell her to ask Me everyday to guide, and, then, let Me guide her.

Mary, follow your impulses. Just the way you Godwrite, fill in the blanks in your life. Take a guess. You don't have to be correct. You just have to be.

The blessings of the universe seek you, Mary. Hold out your arms. How would it be possible that a treasure of Mine suffer unless it's her choosing? Choose freedom.

Let go of everything you were taught. Let go of the past, or you will stay there. Move into the new. Put your heart there. Let it go ahead of you. Untrammel your thoughts. Your thinking restricts you.

Be in My care. Do what you can do, and give Me your worries. I know what to do with them. I know what they are good for — nothing.

You are safe, Mary.

Gloria:

Dear God, the Ask God Continuing Ed Workshop takes my breath away. I am so touched by the wisdom and love of the people there.

God:

What you experience in the workshop is the moment of now. Your mind did not wander. You were not thinking of anything else and what you had to do later or anything but what was right there.

Ask the other participants if that is also their experience of is-ness and the preciousness of an instant spent with Me.

Gloria:

Karen says that pure love is the same as You.

God:

What else would it be? What am I? What are you? When lies and pretense and control are tossed aside, pure love is left.

Gloria:

Joyce brought up a question. Or, rather, I think it was You in her writing. You said something about the "authentic Joyce". Joyce said afterwards that at work, she has to be a certain way that is expected of her. And yet I suspect that her employer who values her enormously is actually appreciating the authentic Joyce.

God:

Authentic means what is true, as I, the Author, the Self of you, is true.

Perhaps Joyce feels she cannot talk about Me at work. I know I am where her heart is; there is no doubt of that. She adores Me.

Perhaps she means she feels she has to show interest where she really has none, put on a front. Perhaps she means to be discreet.

Joyce does not have to talk about Me to be authentic. She can let Me work through her. Yet I tell you that her workplace would not look askance at the mention of My name.

A fellow employee says, "What did you do this weekend, Joyce?"

Joyce can answer, "I went to a workshop."

"What was it?"

"A communicating with God workshop."

And her co-worker will say, "We went out to a bar Saturday night, and yesterday we went to an auction."

But, again, Joyce does not have to talk about Me to be authentic.

Pretending to be something you are not, pretending to feel what you do not, all these take enormous energy, and that energy is known as control. This is what My children have been doing most of their lives. They have been denying Who they are.

I sense that many of My children have a sort of embarrassment about Me, as though I am not to be spoken of in polite circles! Or there is an unwritten rule that I belong in one place and not another.

Gloria:

God, you are even outlawed from public school in the United States!

God:

Mention of Me is outlawed. I am there.

Gloria:

Relevant to living in our truth, I used to enjoy doing career-counseling and creating the most powerful unique resumes on the planet. This weekend I got a call from an archeologist for somewhere far away. He had heard about me from a former client and wanted me to help him. I never had an archeologist to work with before, and, at one time, I would have jumped at the chance. Now I simply feel weighted down with the thought of doing a resume. I don't think I could do it for any amount of money.

God:

You have other work to do, and it is right here. You cannot go back.

Gloria:

About the web page again, I feel like I am walking in molasses. Karen suggested that I am trying to control here, making it my web-page. And in Your delaying it, you are teaching me faith in You.

God:

Yes. Make your project faith in Me. When you cease control, the web page will make itself; it will be so easy.

Gloria:

Is control the same as ego?

God:

Yes. Imagine a huge rock blocking the way. You keep dancing around the rock, trying to move it. You employ tools, and you work so hard at moving that rock.

All the while, you have a giant at your beck-and-call Who will move that rock as easy as pie when you move your energy out of the way.

Turn everything over to Me. And trust Me to take care of it when and how I deem. Of what avail is it, your pushing on the rock. Stop pushing. Learn faith.

Here is what you must understand. The success of Heaven is not dependent on the web page. The success of Heaven depends on Me. Not on you. Not on a web-page. On Me.

Of yourself, you accomplish nothing. You think you are doing web-page for Me, but there is a lot of Gloria herself involved in it.

Gloria:

But don't I have to do the writing, make some decisions?

God:

Surrender the web-page to Me. Then it will be easy and fun. Say:

"Here, God, I've been trying to get Your web page done. Some force seems to hold it back. I think it's me.

"So now I hand you the web page, and I will wait for your go-ahead. When I am out of the way, I will have trust in You, and You will show me how to do it and make it glorious.

"I still think I am the author, but I am learning that it is You.

"The energy that keeps the web page apart is my effort and my attachment.

"So, please, God, remove my energy and attachment so that Heaven may go forward. 'Thy will, not mine, be done.'"

That is good, and I will.

Gloria:

But don't I do anything?

God:

Yes. You trust in Me.