Gloria:

Dear God, I went to Dorit Har's book signing at Revelations yesterday. Her book, as You well know, is Yours! — God Speaks Here and Now. It was beautiful to be in her presence, to hear her answers to questions, and to see her do readings for people right there. She would close her eyes, and beautiful sentence structure and truth came from her mouth.

I do know better than to compare, dear God. I am very very happy with Our communion. I wouldn't trade it, and yet Dorit gets such exquisite detail.

God:

You don't especially like detail, Gloria!

Gloria:

Although Karen and Dorit are each far different, there's a level that erupts from them that doesn't from me. When Jacqueline wanted to know about moving to New York City for a while, through Dorit You said yes, and why, and how long and such specifics. Karen would have delved into and moved mysterious energy connections. I feel they are on a level where I am not.

God:

Dorit does breaststroke. Karen dives. You splash and blow bubbles. I am well-pleased.

It is not so much another level that you tap into as where your heart puts its ear to. We could say each of you picks up certain tones and cadences.

We could say you are all pasta machines. Gloria is set to reveal rigatoni, Dorit fine spaghetti, Karen lasagna, but the dough that pours out from each of you is the same.

You are purveyors of truth.

Joyce, who recently started writing My words, writes messages that are matter of fact.

Jon makes waltzes and golf strokes from My thought.

Each hits a seed from My heart.

Dorit plays fox trot.

Karen plays the drums.

You play a flute, Golden Piper.

But you really do know better than to compare, because comparing sets apart, and you, Karen, Dorit, Joyce, Jon, and every Heavenreader are all one roll of the dice.

That is the deliciousness of humanness. You are all ice cream, and you come in different flavors.

Some are tall, and some are squat. Some have blue eyes, some brown.

Some are sopranos, and some are altos, and yet all sing My tune.

You are like a paint centrifuge spinning the same colors. When the little door is opened, there is a uniqueness in each dye lot.

Gloria:

And yet I could learn to do what Karen and Dorit do?

God:

For what reason? I made you you. I made Karen Karen. I made Dorit Dorit.

Through you My words are written. Written through you, or spoken out by others, My words heal. And healing is wholeness.

My words place a blessing on the forehead of each person who reads or hears. It is that simple.

I will go further and say that My blessings touch the forehead of each person who does not hear or read My words. My touch is so light and so indelible that every being in the world is touched by Me, blessed by Me, and favored by Me.

My love swirls through the universe. It is not that you know not where it lands; you know it lands everywhere.

Right now these words of Mine are healing you. Anytime you look at them, or think of them, they are healing you. They pull you closer to Me, and I make you whole.

I whisper mantras in your ear, and you hear an essence of Who You Are.

I am the aloe vera of the world. I more than soothe. I heal wounds. I cure you of dependence upon the exterior mirror and hold up to you a mirror of your truth which is the beloved reflection of My own.

Your names are irrelevant. Your styles are not what matter. Our basic Oneness matters. You are waves of the Ocean and not separate from the Ocean.

Little wave, big wave, no matter. You rise in waves and fall back onto Me.

Gloria:

It's so wonderful to wake up in the morning eager to hear what You have to say and not know what You will say!

God:

But you do know that I prepare a breakfast for you and that you will reap its nourishment. You drink the juice, and you share it with all.

Not one of you who winnows My words can keep them for long without sharing.

In sharing, you hear them. You multiply them. You serve them like hors d'oevres at a wedding.

And it is a wedding, My words read and heard. It is a sacrament. It is a union.

And each of you gives Me a receipt. That receipt is your acceptance of My love.

Your receipt says:

"Received from God on this date one struck chord of His love gratefully accepted and cherished and nourished in my heart and in my life, to be returned to the Sender through others, and to be replenished by God immediately and in every way. The container that I am is full to overflowing, and I swim in Your love, O God.

"Signed, A Lover of God whose name doesn't matter for who cares about names of the waves of the Ocean? The ocean returns to the Ocean. This receipt is an acknowledgement of the Ocean inseparable from Its waves. So, my signature: A Wave"