Gloria to God:

Dear God, what would You like me to know this morning?

God:

Know that I am. When you know that I am and that I work through you, you have no responsibility but to allow Me. Forget yourself, and have confidence in Me. Be with fidelity to Me.

To date, would you not say that My working through you has been a delight? What ardure is it for you to write My words?

That is all you are called on to do. To hark to My words, write them, speak them, act on them as I request.

I will not test you. I will not ask foolhardiness of you. I will continue to love you and embrace you with My desires.

All you are is a receiver of My Will, My Will comes to you as thoughts.

You thought you needed an audience for HEAVEN. I willed an audience for HEAVEN, and you felt it as an urge, even a yearning, even an itch.

You are gratified that Jon wants to have more daily installments of HEAVEN, that Diane asked for back days she missed. It is I Who is gratified.

People are catching on to My way of thinking and, so, they learn their song. And, so, I am fulfilled.

Don't think so much, Gloria. Let Me do the thinking. I will do the planning, and I will execute the plans, and you will continue as a secretary who gladly does what her employer asks.

When you were a secretary so many years ago, you did everything for your boss and the students under his care, and thus yours. There is nothing different here except for the scale.

But that is no matter. In your former secretarial job, you made a newsletter, and it was circulated. You fulfilled requests, and now you fulfill requests. You took dictation, and you typed, and now you do. You traveled a little on that job, and so now you will travel a little. You arranged tours to Niagara Falls and the United Nations, and now you arrange tours to Heaven.

You are doing what you like to do. You have a Wonderful Boss, and you do His bidding which you find, to your delight, is exactly what YOU want to do!

What could be easier? What else would you prefer to do?

Sometimes you think, "Oh, if only I could spend a whole day reading a novel or watching good movies or even not so good TV, just a whole day to loll around." At the same time you thank Me that you are not sitting around with long days, having no particular purpose but to get through them, and you are grateful for the glowing work you have before you.

An idle day is not such a treat, is it? Don't wish for idle days. Wish for full days to serve Me and fulfill your purpose.

A Course in Miracles, Lesson 336:
"Forgiveness lets me know that minds are joined…"

God:

Forgiveness shines My light on ignorance. Forgiveness is a beacon, calling the homeless to Heaven. Forgiveness is an acknowledgement of My Will, no more, more less. My Will is no more than acknowledgement of Truth. Truth — I exist within everyone, within you. Truth — it is yourself you see in everyone else. Truth — it is yourself you condemn when you condemn the face in the mirror across from you.

Forgiveness is such an enrichment. It changes the focus of where your eyes look. You have been looking at fields of snow when, all the while, a tiny inch above, is a field of blue flowers and an horizonless horizon a hand reach away.

Forgiveness melts the snow.

There is a new season coming, the season of forgiveness. The season of wiping feet and taking off shoes and welcoming all visitors.

Bulbs burst the soil. Robins flaunt their breasts. And love melts the snow, and it is gone.

Gloria to Mother Divine:

Dear Mother Divine, tell me your thoughts this Tuesday morning.

Mother Divine:

My thoughts are yours. My thoughts follow you. My thoughts wend their way with yours.

My thoughts are like a water-bearer right behind you and at your side whenever you are thirsty.

My thoughts are a tray of delicate pastries offered to you on your walk through the streets.

My thoughts are the children you see playing. My thoughts are all the wares along the way.

My thoughts are the sounds of bells tinkling and the calls of the sellers of the wares.

My thoughts are the lure lavender has for you.

My thoughts are the flowers by the side of the road and the stones your feet kick.

My thoughts are the cobblestones of the street and the grass along the sides.

My thoughts are a pail full of clear sweet water, ladled for you.

My thoughts are yours arising as the sun meets the day.

My thoughts are a barrel of flowers, a fount of white wine, an array of silk.

My thoughts are a pony-cart ride, a little red wagon filled with laughter and pulled by children, and a banner of stars.

My thoughts are whatever you will them to be.

My thoughts are a spilling of fresh-squeezed mango juice, a watermelon bursting open, a ripe peach bitten into.

My thoughts are the trail of stars, a moon rising, a moon waxing.

My thoughts are tickets to a good show, a musical perhaps, a movie of sorts, a ballet.

My thoughts are serving trays.

My thoughts are good fortunes in fortune cookies, the fortunes you want, the words you want, the thoughts you want.

My thoughts are poetry, directions on how to put a bicycle together, or how to bake a cake.

My thoughts are a jukebox filled with your favorites.

My thoughts are a pianola.

My thoughts are blessings paving your way.

My thoughts are the curve of the bend.

My thoughts run down a mountain stream.

My thoughts swim in the ocean of God as do your thoughts and the thoughts of all.

The sun sparkles on our thoughts as it sparkles on the waves of the ocean.

Our thoughts merge there, and we become one with the water of the ocean, the sparkling dancing water of the ocean until we see that the ocean is Heaven, playing with us and splashing us and calling us in for supper.

We hold hands in this ocean. It is an infinite ocean of love we hold hands in.

These are my thoughts.

Later…

Gloria to God:

Dear God, blessed Karen asked me if I would ask You about these two sores on her neck. They're intensely hot, red, blistered, like burnt skin, itchy, and they burn so bad. She would like to know what it is and what you would recommend that she put on it. She knows it is releasing, and she gives it love. You also know that my confidence is in You, dear Father, who will answer, and in Karen, who asked.

God to Karen and Gloria:

Dear Karen, these are two old wounds healing. Put ice on them. There are the two old standby's — baking soda and witch hazel. Both will cool and reduce the itching.

Mix baking soda with water into a paste and apply to the skin. Apply witch hazel straight from the bottle. Use witch hazel by day, and baking soda when you are in bed.

It will be good for you to eat cooling, soothing foods as well. Stay away from hot spices and red foods.

Perhaps for Chuck, he is to not mind appearances. For you, Karen, it is your throat opening and your love rising even higher.

It will be good for you to take cooler baths, not hot. Drink lots and lots of water. We will put out the fire.

Gloria keeps wanting to say to get rescue remedy ointment which will help soothe and heal. You may want to take rescue remedy drops in water as well.

And do you have an aloe vera plant? Break it and put the juice directly on.

Something is coming to the surface, dear Karen, and is on its way out.

Gloria, mentally blow on Karen's wounds. Your breath will cool the fire and dry the flames. Suck out the poison and spit it out on the ground where a garter snake will grow from it. With your right hand, put your saliva on Karen's wounds three times. Blow on her wounds again. Whistle a tune as you blow on them, and the wounds will not seem so serious. Focus your eyes on the wounds, and your eyes will be like a laser that heals. The wounds are already drying up around the edges. Make the gesture of the cross over each wound with the fingers of your right hand. Now place your left hand over the wounds and accept any residual poison and shake it into the ground outside. Now you are sucking more poison out and spit this out under a tree.

Karen is to imagine a tree as her healer. Looking at or thinking of trees will help Karen heal these wounds. The trees will absorb any remaining heat and toxins.

Karen was once burned through her throat with hot iron rods, and these painful wounds were submerged and not open to healing until now. Now they are open to the air and to the needed healing they deserve. Karen can truly love these wounds and know that, as they heal, something in her is healed as well.

At the time of the origin of these wounds, Karen was rash. She was hasty and hotheaded. Now Karen is cool and rational. She would say neutral, and she would be correct.

Only good can befall Karen, and she knows that very well. And only good can befall those near Karen as well.

Gloria to Mother Divine:

Dear Mother Divine, would you like to add something for Karen?

Mother Divine:

To remind her of her holiness.