Linda M. to Heavenletters:

Just a few lines to let you know that you are in my thoughts. I was saddened to hear about Ginger. Our pets truly do give us unconditional love. In fact, most of our beloved canine friends are more loyal than most people. May your treasured memories give you comfort…

Losing a beloved pet is indeed like losing a family member. I know when my father passed away I felt that his soul was happier, yet at times now I do miss him and in my very quiet way mourn for things that were not.

God to Linda:

Your father is well and with Me.

I am going to say a profound thing to you, dear Linda. That you can mourn for things that were not means that you have filled the space you thought empty. You have corrected the omission. It is all right now. You have now given your father whatever you did not, and he has given you whatever he did not. Your souls have repaired whatever you thought needed repairing. It is all mended, and now erased. That time of you and your father on earth has been rewritten.

Well done. I give you My blessings. Accept them.

Julie to Heavenletters:

My mother loves Heavenletters. I am glad I followed your lead and just gave a subscription to her.

Julie to God/Mother Divine:

I thank you for the flower yesterday. My heart opened and felt such love from You when I read that. I held Your flower in my heart all day yesterday and knew You were with me wherever I went. I love You.

Gloria to God:

Dear God, I hesitate to ask You Who or What You are, as Mother Divine suggested. I don't think I will understand.

God:

You are right. You will not understand. You cannot grasp. I am out of your mind's reach. I cannot be defined. I can only be loved. You know Me on the level of heart. The mind cannot grasp. Words can only play with the concept of God. But I, MySelf, can be known.

But what is the language of the heart? It is love. All-permeating love.

You can know Me, but not how to describe Me.

You cannot convey Me. But I am conveyed. I convey Myself.

What do words mean? The same words mean different things to different people and to you at different times.

It is enough to say I am God, this sound you make — God.

You can say I am a Presence. I am ever-present.

How do you describe air? A scientist one way. A poet another. Both are correct, both are mistaken, and neither says enough.

I, God, am the Indefinable. How can the Boundless be described in boundaries?

A bird flies free. You cage the bird, and something is lost. The caged bird is not the bird that flew free.

The cage, in terms of Me, is the pin-pointing of Me. Your intellect tries to catch Me in its hands and put Me somewhere, in a dictionary or in a frame on the wall. Unlike the bird, your pin-pointing doesn't change Me. And it doesn't catch Me either.

How many of My children have said, "Oh, if only I could see God."

I will tell you where to see Me. See Me in one another's eyes. Look for Me there. See Me in your own.

Gloria:

Are you the Magnificence of everything?

God:

I am.

Gloria:

And now I don't know what else to say.

God:

Say nothing. Just sit quietly with Me. You don't have to know what to say. I just told you that language cannot begin to express What I am. And you want to express Me, don't you?

Gloria:

Yes.

God:

Well, let Me express MySelf through you. I am expressed everywhere, but I am best heard in the silence of the heart. Just sit awhile with Me. We will travel the universe and beyond, all the while staying here, mulling Our love together. Let's mull our love. That way We pull everyone's love out from its corners, from those hiding places where love thinks it's safe but is really being squelched. We are unsquelching love right now.

As We sit here, you are practicing being! You are practicing being (which needs no practice at all) by sitting with Me. I am your being. I am your being. Sitting with Me helps you notice your being. It doesn't make it more. It cannot be more. Nor can it be less, no matter what you might think of yourself.

So why not be realistic and know your own beingness? That means knowing your own Magnificence.

My children are great beings. That is what magnificence means. Will you admit that you have some magnificence? Perhaps a trace of magnificence? Can you be a little magnificent? I say you are magnificent, and you shake your head and say, "No, God, You are mistaken."

Jesus the Christ did not say, "But, God, You are mistaken." Jesus accepted truth.

Jesus had the faith that I know whereof I speak. Whatever faith he had, you can have. Would I give to Him and not to you? Would I give to one and not another? I single out no one. You are all one to Me.

Gloria:

Then, dear God, I have to ask: why do we Humans have so much smallness? I have it right now. I have this wonderfulness with you, and still I have my small thoughts and anxieties.

God:

Give them over to Me. Hand Me what is bothering you, and your smallness will forget itself and be disbanded. Hand Me your small cares. Let Me deal with them. Someone seems to be encroaching on your territory? That is nothing. But that they encroach on your heart, that is something. You don't want them trespassing on your property, yet you let them take over your heart.

Give them to Me to love. Pluck them out of your heart. Listen, that you can be with Me and feel My love and at the same time feel this niggling anxiety in your heart is even a testament to your magnificence. Is that not quite an accomplishment? My children can do anything. They can even hold Me in their heart and hold smallness at the same time! They can believe they do.

Just swerve your attention over to Me.