Diane to Heavenreaders:

Molly is doing very well. She got through her illness in just a week, whereas last spring it would have taken many weeks.

Molly is having surgery on Thursday to repair a small hole in her soft palate. Heavenletters has been priceless in helping me prepare for her surgery.

More later.

Gloria to God:

Dearest God, I feel You right here, and I feel You in Heaven. You are planted within me and everyone, and You are also the wholeness. I think it must be that the total collective You is my sense of Heaven.

God:

You begin to really sense that I am it all. I fill your heart. I fill your room, and I fill the universe.

Gloria:

And You are the inanimate objects as well. You're the metal and wood and even plastic. I can't explain it.

God:

No one can explain it. Such magnitude and simplicity — that's Me. What a combination I am. I am the parts and the whole. I am everything.

God meets Himself everywhere.

That is how you are the one who watches, the one who is watched, and the connection in between which is the process of folding together the imagined distance, for the watcher and the watched close in on themselves where they already were. The entire universe is one whole long strand of spaghetti.

Gloria:

That's how then every moment is rich, everything, every experience. That is how what the experience is doesn't matter because it is You. Our learning has told us it is something else.

God:

That is the separation in a nutshell. You are spaghetti, everyone is spaghetti, the whole universe is spaghetti, and you have looked at different shapes rather than the Oneness. Look at the Oneness. That is how one can genuinely love all.

Gloria:

Is this the cosmic joke I have heard about?

God:

Does it make you laugh?

Gloria:

Well, it makes me say, "Hmph."

God:

If you would rather be other than spaghetti, call yourself the sun and the rays of the sun and the sun extending to itself.

Or call yourself love, the lover, and the beloved.

Or call yourself the ocean, the waves of it, and the furling and unfurling process.

Call yourself creation. You are the created, the Creator, and the illusion that you were ever separated. Your purpose now is to meet and know once again the Oneness of creation.

Call yourself the lull, the luller, and the movement/non-movement of lulling.

It doesn't matter what you call yourself except to your mind, that critic, that disembler, that user, that taker, that know-it-all, who figures out complex equations and balances and additions and subtractions and all the differences when only One exists.

The excruciating simplicity of existence. What would the mind do if it didn't try to ravel and unravel?

The mind rolls up a ball of yarn, and it unwinds it and rolls it again, and strings it out and thinks it is accomplishing great things.

The only knowledge worth its salt is the knowingness of the heart, the truth of heart, which is different from fact as seen in the world.

The fact is I AM, and you are, and there is no in between. There is nothing to analyze.

How do you analyze love? All you can do is pull it apart, separate it, and give it different names.

Gloria:

Dear God, You are not saying that a scientist who loves his work of discovery is wasting his time?

God:

You have to be doing something while on earth, but it is play, and must not be taken so seriously. Have a grand passion, but whatever it is, it is a guise for your search for Me.

Be passionate about Me. Discover Me. I am at the end of the microscope and the telescope and the naked eye.

I am where you are rushing to.

My children earn degrees. Everything is seen in degrees.

But I have no degrees! I AM. I see no degrees, no better, less good, more beautiful, less beautiful. All I see is myself in you, and I am the same everywhere.

I laugh at the world's knowledge, for it is a joke on Me!

I love everything in creation, for I am the Creator and the connection to you.

Gloria:

So, God, when Einstein discovered relativity, you didn't applaud?

God:

I applauded! And I applaud the baby who discovers its rattle. I applaud everyone the same.

You are My applause. The applaused is the Applauser!

This is enough stretching your winsome mind for now.

Your mind can only follow after the fact. The fact is love.

Gloria:

Can the mind ever reach it?

God:

Yes, but only by letting go.

There is something else you want to say, Gloria?

Gloria:

There is a woman during World War II whose diary became a book called The Interrupted Life. She wrote that the happiest days of her life were spent in the concentration camp. I don't doubt she was speaking her truth. She found a richness of experience even under dire circumstances. But I don't think I could ever do it.

God:

She found Me in the concentration camp. She found herself there. She was given great opportunity to love.

Love can scale mountains. It can even scale a concentration camp.

The mind judges bad and good when all is opportunity to know Me, express Me, and love My creation.

That is all you have to do. In a palace or a hovel, the truth is the same.

On foot or in a car, you are Gloria. Only the location is changed. The truth of you is unchangeable, immutable, and untouched. You can only be imagining that the outer affects you. The whole world thinks it does only because the attention is on outer manifestation rather than on the Manifester.

All will find Me and know the truth of themselves. All can find me in a skip and a jump, or by the turn of their head.

I am grateful to My children for their explorations. I am patient, and I can wait. I waited a long time for you, Gloria.

But since I do not live in time, I have not had to wait a minute because I AM and you are, and We have always been seated in each others heart, not wanderers, but lovers resting in each other's arms.