Gloria to God:

Dear God, it occurs to me that the world says money is not important, even shoddy, and then it also teaches that we are nothing without it. Mixed messages of the world.

God:

The world talks out of both sides of its mouth. Money doesn't make you more or less. Money doesn't make the man. It doesn't hurt him either.

The world is hard to please. You have too much or too little. The world infers that if you have too much, there's something wrong with you. If you have too little, there's something wrong with you.

So much for the world. Better to rely on Me. Like your little dogs, I love and value you regardless.

The world is mistaken.

But My children love it nevertheless.

Gloria:

There was a school study done years ago that indicated: When there is a class where a child is a star cut-up or disciplinary problem, and he moves out of the class for whatever reason, then another child in that class rises to fill his place.

When I was in India, I wondered about the beggars. What was their real purpose? Did they fill man's need to disdain and thus feel superior?

God:

There is group consciousness. Each soul in intimately woven with another. All affect all. All serve all. All are teachers.

The rich serve a need of the poor as well as the poor serving a need for the rich. None are truly independent of another. Your culture determines most of your beliefs. Your native language structures your thinking. It gives the structure for your thoughts.

A boy raised in the wild by wolves and the king's son are equally influenced. The influences are different.

Gloria:

Children in the same culture, the same family, can be so different.

God:

Yes. And there are soul choices. Within the confines of one's birth land, there are many roads.

Gloria:

Does each soul choose where it will be born?

God:

More or less. Something beneficial there. Something to gain.

At the same time, it doesn't necessarily matter that much where you were born or to whom. You might say you have your own destiny to fulfill, and fulfill it you will.

Gloria:

Our lives are predestined?

God:

You have choices. You even chose the choices you now have to choose from. Your choices are always your own.

That's why the expression "Follow your own star" is so valuable. But the thing there is that all the stars are yours, so it is for you to choose which star you will follow. Or perhaps you can lead a star. Perhaps it follows you.

But don't think so much. Don't pry. It distracts you. Just as purity of heart is innocent, so is your life. Just move your legs and not analyze the movement very much.

What step you take right now doesn't matter so much, for all share a common destiny, and that is to reach Me, find Me, arrive at Me, land in Heaven.

How much does it matter how you travel to Me? The means of transportation is your choice. Where you go was decided long ago.

The only question is when? You can write the arrival date in as you choose. You can change everything except where you go.

It is your fate to come to Me. That is your karma. That is predestined. And that is your wish as well as Mine.

The joker is that you were here with Me all along!

In answer to the question from the other day of "Where am I?", you are here.

You didn't travel at all! All the discoveries you made were merely pictures on your window.

The train never moves. The plane didn't fly. You didn't go anywhere. You were tripping, not traveling.

Now, I ask you: Where are you?

Gloria:

With You, God.

God:

Were you ever any place else?

Gloria:

Never.

God:

What do you see wherever you look?

Gloria:

You, God.

God:

But can I be seen?

Gloria:

You can be known.

God:

I can be known. I can be known as water is known. I flow through your veins. I AM.

I am within you, so it is yourself you want to know more. I merely introduce you to yourself that you have always known and have been afraid to acknowledge.

But I am here, patiently waiting. I never go anywhere but with you.

Do I take you or do you take Me?

It doesn't matter, for We are One. That is an established fact. Or call it destiny, or call it Love, or call it Truth, or call it Christ, or call it…

Anyway, it calls you. And you come. And you notice that you answered long ago.

I am no mystery. You have known Me the longest. There never was a time you did not.

Remember, remember My Name. It is yours. Hallow`ed be thy name.

I call you. I whisper your name in your ear. You hear it as Mine, but it is Ours. I name you "Myself". I say, "We." And you say, "You and I". Say, "We". It is easy. Since We are One, you might as well say, "We". Say, "God and I. God and I are One. We are One with everything."

One is the mystery. It is also the answer. We are the note played in the universe, and We are the universe. We are the Song. Whee…We. The Oneness of Truth.

Today practice saying, "We. God and I are One. We". You, I, what is the difference?

The eyes that read this page are no different from yours. The same One reads. The same One writes.

Writing and reading are also the same. Speaking or hearing, the same. Question or answer, the same.

One chord. One silence. One. One unending Oneness of Oneness multiplied into Itself like love overflowing.

You are My love overflowed. You are the overflow of My love. It never stops.

But I will let you stop writing now, but My story keeps on being written in the lives of all.

I am big in your heart right now, Gloria, and it is hard for you to stop writing. You do not lose your connection to Me when you stop. With or without the pen, I am you. Nothing is changed.