Gloria:

Dear Almighty God, Karen called me today and worked on that biggie coming out of both of us. It was the death of our past. She released her mother, and released my former husband from me. Karen gives me so much, and I learn so much from her, and I thank You for bringing her into my life.

I pray that my need to control is gone, and past beliefs and programming GONE. She also said she opened me up to love again.

God:

Karen and you are each other. Same heart, same spirit. You connected with each other in order to unite. Two halves of a locket joined.

Gloria:

Karen said we will both see more truth now.

God:

You will receive more truth.

Gloria:

Karen said it was the death of our past. Cause for celebration, God.

God:

And each day is a cause for celebration. You are coming to know that. I celebrate with you.

Gloria:

God, I do feel different. Like I have walked off and taken my clothes off on the way and dropped them. It's almost like I can see myself at a distance, ahead of me, or I'm not here — I'm only there in front somewhere. I feel removed. Not at a loss, but possessionless. I feel like my house won't be cluttered any more because my mind won't. What a world! And you sent Karen to me.

God:

I sent you to one another for mutual fulfillment. Each of you looks into the mirror the other holds up, and you like what you see. This is truly seeing outside what is inside.

Gloria:

Dear God, if I could be half so wonderful as Karen. She has no ego. She loves. She says what she thinks. She sends out beautiful rays to everyone, and I have received many.

I am feeling calm, possibly serene. It's not elation. It's steadier than that. My eyes are different. My posture is different. I am different.

And what would You like to tell me, my Father?

God:

You are as you are. You are as you have always been, but now without the fluff, buzz, and rickrack. This is Gloria, unadorned, as is. Not Gloria striving but being. Gloria walking through life, not rushing nor running away. This is pure Gloria. This is Gloria-ness. This is My child, no longer child of woe, but child of life and spirit, God's clear, simple child.

Perhaps you ponder. Like a tree branch, you wave in the breeze, but never for a moment does it occur to you that you could be blown off your tree. You are secure in the sap and strength of the tree you are part of. You are not brave, smart, second-guessing. You just are what you are, a branch waving in the breeze, and yet a still all-knowing branch connected to the deep-rooted tree it branches from.

Swift be your course in life now. Swift be the publication of HEAVEN. Swift be resolution and fulfillment and the desires they follow. Swift be your accord. Swift be your heart-sight. Swift be you in the non-movingness. Swift be you in the silence of love as if you are ripe fruit carried on a tray held high by two strong hands, carried above the crowd, and yet graciously lowered and served to everyone.

As if a queen carried on high in a paladin, set down on the soil to emerge steadfast from the paladin to light up the world.

As if you are a firefly kept cloistered within two hands, and then the hands open up, and you firefly away and dot the night with light.

As if you are emerging from the door of one house, leaving it, and entering a palace with windows opened wide to the world and to charming birds who fly in and out as your heart beats love.

As if you have been playing peek-a-boo, and now you come out of the covers and are revealed.

As if you were a gold statuette that had been painted over to hide the gold. Some of the paint had peeled off little by little, and now the goldness of itself shines in the noonday sun.

As if you were a grounded airplane, and now you are taken out of the hangar and set free to fly the blue skies.

As if you were diamonds and rubies and emeralds and secret treasure hidden in a safety-deposit box, and you are opened.

As if you were a nightingale in a cage and were set free, and you fly out singing your song.

As if you were a flowing stream that had been dammed up, and now the locks are opened, and you stream freely through the mountains now.

As if you were a butterfly pressed between leaves of a book. The book is opened, and in so doing, you come to life and fly out to the meadow.

As if you were a bottle of champagne finally opened to be served in crystal glasses.

As if you were a door that you thought was locked, only to find it never was, and now you are opened and you find that you are a doorway.

As if you were a seed in the ground that finally sprouts through the ground and sees the sun.

As if you were a clematis vine that finally climbs its arbor.

As if you were a song finally played on the piano, finally sung, finally aired, finally heard, finally running through the universe.

As if you were a holy book finally opened.

As if you were a discovered king finally presented with his crown.

As if you were the crown.

As if you were a retrieved jewel.

As if you were a batter that finally hits the ball.

As if you were a car that finally starts.

As if you were a wheelbarrow finally wheeled.

As if you were a child of God, finally recognizing that.

As if you were Gloria, waking up from a dream.

As if you were a dream, waking up to itself.

As if you were a Jack-in-the-Box, surprising yourself.

As if you were Truth that finally heard itself.

As if you were.

As if you are.

As if you — as if you knew God.

Gloria to Mother Divine:

Dear Mother Divine, would you like to speak to me?

Mother Divine:

I would like to tell you that dreams come true, wishes are fulfilled, and God holds our hearts as His own. God breathes in you. He steers you. He guides you. He leads you. He calls you to Him. And you come.

That is the story of all life on earth. Search for Father when He is here all along. Then finding Father in the recognition of Him. Then enjoying Father and all He has created.

Life is a drama played in three parts. You are on stage, and you are in the audience. You follow a script you have forgotten.

All that I, Mother Divine, want to speak about is God's love and His vision. I do not know anything else to speak of, for that is all I know, and there is nothing else to know but the glory of God.

And now you know too.

Nothing is changed for you, Gloria, but everything is changed, because you wear new glasses of love.

Later…

Gloria:

Dear Mother Divine, what does my heart need to hear from you?

Mother Divine:

That you are good. That you are worthwhile. That you really do follow God's Will. Did you hear today how you spoke to that little girl at the store? How you made Herb at Everybody's feel really good about himself? How you made the carryout boy feel good?

You did all of this naturally without thought. Caught in your moments of God, you naturally reflected His light and brightened the hearts of those three. There may be more.

Your words are like magic wands. Your mouth opens, and stars come out. Your eyes are prisms revolving God's light.

Today you had pleasure. Today you gave pleasure. Who is the giver, and who is the receiver? Which is which? How do you tell the difference?

Continue to think of spreading joy, no matter in what little bits. Drop joy like candy wrappers. Like little bells tinkling. Like butterflies. Like raindrops. Like throwing seed for chickens. Like manna from Heaven. Pass out little drops of joy, and your recognition of God in all will grow as you give samples of Him to others.