Gloria to God:

Dear Almighty Father, what is Your Will for me today?

God:

Send out more query letters for HEAVEN.

Consider you are sending a free ticket to the literary agents and publishers, an admission ticket for a preview of HEAVEN, from which the real thing will follow at their request.

And that is precisely what you are doing.

You extend a gracious invitation with a RSVP. And whoever accepts and attends, you are glad. Who expresses regret and does not attend, you salute.

You are sending out billet-doux for God Who needs you to write them for Him.

Gloria, every time someone scans the word God, there is a beep in their heart.

Every time you think God, you stir Me around. The word Heaven also has its blessing effect that ripples out to the corners of the world.

Hold Me on high.

Be not discouraged. Be heartened. You work for Me. What could hearten you more?

Do you think that an acceptance or rejection of HEAVEN has any power over you? They are paltry things, these slips of paper.

You have the acceptance and love of your Creator Who created those who say yes to HEAVEN and those who say no. They are not your success nor your strength. They have nothing to do with you!

They are comic strips. The publishers' toys are query letters and manuscripts, and they pile them up like cards in two piles. One very large, and one very small, and that is what they do.

Sometimes they are lucky and hit it! He who hastens to HEAVEN will be lucky. It all has nothing to do with you. It has to do with Me.

If I were right beside you (and I am) and you could see Me, do you think my mouth would drop at a hundred rejections in one day, or a thousand, or a million, or do you think I would even notice them?

My attention is further up the road on the magnificence of what is happening.

Strew your flower petals of HEAVEN, and remember Who it is you please. Keep licking stamps and sealing envelopes and thank the agents and publishers who sort things into piles, and bless your query letters in the Name of God.

Gloria:

I didn't know I was down about it, but I guess I was.

God:

You needed a pep talk.

Gloria:

I needed my attention on You.

God:

Yes.

Gloria:

Dear God, Sandra, as you know, is deeply concerned about her husband's health. She has started to take an anti-depressant. My questions is: She makes me happy. She makes me laugh. She writes short emails that tickle me no end, and that is in the midst of her suffering.

God:

Sandra has an area within her that is well-lighted with joy, and she expresses her joy in the spectacle of life in her balance of humor. Sandra has a spark that will not dim, and that will grow and grow until she is all light.

Gloria:

God, she called me "Your Shiningness", and I laugh every time I think of it.

God:

Life is funny; there is nothing more fun.

A Course in Miracles, Lesson 352:

"Judgment and love are opposites. From one comes all the sorrows of the world. But from the other comes the peace of God Himself. Forgiveness looks on sinlessness alone, and judges not…I would hear Your Voice and find your peace today. For I would love my own Identity and find in it the memory of You."

Gloria:

So, everyone is a vibration of You, dear God?

God:

Yes.

Gloria:

The more we recognize it, the happier we are?

God:

Of course. It balances you. It makes you see beyond the grips of the world. It makes you laugh at "Your Shiningness" because in all humor lies the truth.

Tell Sandra SHE is your Shiningness, because that is exactly who she is. She reflects Me to you. She cannot dim her light — My light — no matter how she tricks herself. No matter how she tries to trick herself, she cannot trick herself. She thins the mudhole she fell into is real, but she knows the truth, and that makes you laugh.

Sandra can suffer as long as she wants, but she cannot dim the light in her. Her shiningness prevails.

Gloria to Mother Divine:

Dear Mother Divine, I feel like you are stroking my head!

Mother Divine:

The comforter needs comfort. You comfort Sandra, and you are comforted. There is great comfort in giving comfort, so I comfort you. You feel me idly stroking your head and playing with your hair. You know I have no hands, so it is my love that strokes your head and plays with your hair.

You make God and me laugh very much. As you enjoy Sandra, We enjoy you. We, God and I, don't bother much with compassion; We take so much joy in you, compassion would be a letdown.

When you feel joy, it is Our joy you feel. It is not yours at all! It is Ours. That is what joy is — God's love sprinkled in you.

Joy for God.

Reciprocal is God's joy.

Ever-flowing.

God's joy runs around like streamers ribboning over the world.

You reach up your hand and pluck God's joy, hold it in your hand, and think it is yours. Now know it is God's joy in your hand, nestled there, bubbling in laughter, dripping with love, bouncing into others' hearts and being passed around like a beach ball on a fantasy afternoon.

Joy is the nature of life because God's nature is joy.

God to the world.

Gloria:

Dear Mother Divine, tonight I listen to Glenda Green speak.

Mother Divine:

Absorb her story. You too will stand before groups and tell God's story in yours.

Later…

Gloria to God:

Dear God, Karen called me again today, and, I tell You, my hat's off to You!

God:

I am equally happy with Karen, My delight.

Gloria:

She worked on past life for both of us with Jill. We were great enemies, not Karen and me, but Jill on the other side of Karen and me. Much hate. Maybe it was hate I saw yesterday in Jill's eyes. In any case, Jill's hate was removed from Karen and me, and I gather that Jill is better off as well.

Dear God, I sure have bought into illusion, even on the level of illusion within the illusion of human life, I have looked away from what was clear, wanting everything to be peachy, and I would kid myself it was.

God:

To hide from non-love, in yourself and others.

Gloria:

Yes.

God:

That is the very game-playing that Jill has done, Gloria. You have done also.

Gloria:

Oh.

God:

Not as much. But too much. Now you will face square on, call yourself and others on things. It is called being honest. You will be honest with yourself and others, more honest, more forthright, more direct, more immediate, more clean, more quick, more looking into eyes rather than away. More speaking your thoughts rather than ignoring them. More speaking your feelings rather than discounting them. What you will be doing is honoring yourself and others more, and, therefore, Me.

Gloria:

When Jill looked at me with such distaste, I didn't say anything. Well, she's leaving anyway. But I have always had an excuse for not saying what occurs to me.

God:

Now you have no excuse. You have no time to waste with dillydallying, dear Gloria. You are working on a project for Me. You do not sweep things under the carpet any longer. You pick them up and toss them out.

Gloria to Mother Divine:

Dear Mother Divine, when you and God talk to me, I begin to feel that even this relative life on earth is holy. This is not mood-making. How I interact with someone can be holy. Everyday life can be holy. I don't mean sweetness and light. I mean holy even in a confrontation.

Mother Divine:

What you mean is that you can be holy even in what seems to be unholiness.

Gloria:

And somehow even the unholiness is holy.

Mother Divine:

Yes.