Gott redete …

Sei wie ein Sieb mit der Liebe, damit sie fließt. Blockierte Liebe ist ungeschenkte Liebe. Die Liebe ist von Natur aus bar jedweder Beschränkungen. Die Liebe ist nicht wie ein Artikel, den man aus einem Katalog bestellt. Liebe steht nicht auf einer Liste, die man abhakt. Liebe ist ein Licht, das man anlässt. Wie man es anlässt, ist, es einfach nicht auszuschalten oder die Tür zu schließen, nicht einmal einen Keil dazwischenzulegen.

What miracle would you want today? Would you want the sun to shine, winds to blow, fresh air to breathe, mountains and oceans to see? Would you like the blue sky by day and the dark blue star-filled sky by night? Would you like water to drink and water to wash your hands with? Would you like faces to light up when they see you? Would you like smiles to come out like stars when you appear?

Would you like love and love alone to stay in your heart? Would you be happy to see anguish and all its brothers and sisters flee from your heart and from the face of the world?

Good morning, My beloved children, who struggle and twist and turn in life because you believe you have to in order to exist. And so you enter the fray. That is your error, that you believe it is necessary to fight life. Therefore you parry and thrust for all you are worth, and you wear yourself out with fighting ghosts when you could befriend them.

Be like a sieve with love so that it flows. Love blocked is love ungiven. Love by its very nature is free of restriction. Love is not like an article you order from a catalog. Love is not on a list you check off. Love is a light you leave on. How to leave it on is to simply not turn it off nor close the door to it, not even a wedge.

If you were not concerned with what the world or someone in it might think of you, you would be a great leader of love. You would never hesitate from what is before you to do.

You would get up front and speak. You would always speak the truth, and you would speak it with love. You would be the leader of the universe.

All the rules of the world, no matter how changeable they are, have been like a clamp on you, and perhaps have made you feel like an outsider in your own land.

Beloveds, I am telling you how to see yourself. See yourself as the God Being that you are. It is for you to know what you are worth. Know it, and then be quiet about it. No one else needs to know. It is not for you to blab about. It is not for you to say a word about your worth. There are some things to be still about, and this is one. Keep your worth to yourself. In words I mean.

When you write My words, you do not know where they are going. But you write them anyway.

I may say, "There are three points to consider." Having no idea what the three points are, you nevertheless write down: "There are three points to consider." Boldly you write down what you hear Me say. You have trust that that is what I said, and you have trust that you heard it. You have trust enough so that you write it down.

You follow My words. You follow My thought. You follow My Will. That is Godwriting.

And this is the way to live life.

I have put out a call to arms. Arms in this case means love. The love We speak of now does not mean affection. It is much larger than that. It means understanding. It means being pliant, receptive, awarding. It means being something like a Buddha sitting still with a smile and seeing beyond the obvious.

You talk about life as an entity: How you greet it. What you make of it. You say to face it, as if life were your foe, as if life were a wrestler opposite you, out to get you, trample you to the ground.

Simply don’t fret so much. You find a dozen things to worry about. And when you finish those, new ones pop up to fill their place. Then your thoughts become like weeds, beloveds. Let your thoughts be roses instead.

Plant the garden you want in your mind.

It seems that you dig up weeds and, then, plant them again and again. Weeded thoughts in, weeded thoughts out, and back in again. What are We to do with your thoughts? Have Mine instead.

The Eve of Christ’s birth is the dawn of your own. When your heart meets Christ, you rise to a higher vibration. This happens naturally. Whenever you love, appreciate, enjoy, your consciousness is rising. What did you think ascension was if not rising? And what are you rising to but your own stature? Nothing is being added to you, beloved. You are simply ceasing to stay as you were — as you thought you were.