Gloria to God:
Dear God, when I think of You, You think of me?
God:
I am always always thinking of you. As thoughts of Me arise in you, you become aware of Our connection and enliven it. You recognize My attention, and that recognition swells you with the flow of love that is already there.
It is like I am at the end of a saw, and you are at the other end. It takes two who are alert to make the saw lively.
God's love sits in your lap your whole life long. When you notice it, you receive the love, and it becomes viable.
Your attention is the yeast.
Someone throws gold coins at you day and night, you have to catch them to receive them. You have to put your hands out.
Someone can knock at your door, and knock and knock and knock, but you have to open it for the guest to come in. You are not a host until your hear the knock and get up and open the door and receive the Guest.
I talk to you all the time. For My words to become communication, it takes you to turn your ear in My direction.
Just as the baby bird must open its mouth,
Just as a reader of a book must open it and turn the page,
Just as you must go outside to receive the sun's rays,
Just as you put shoes on,
Or look at a watch,
Or lift a spoon,
Or get into bed,
Or tie your shoes,
Take a cover off a box,
Or go upstairs,
Or ride in an elevator or step on an escalator,
Or peel a banana,
Or take a bite,
Just so, you receive Me.
Look Heavenward.
Let your heart echo Mine.
Just as you shift the gears on a car, start it with a key, open a window, sit in the seat,
Just as you take a step,
Just as you bend to hear a child,
Turn a key,
Open a mailbox,
Open a letter,
Get up to dance,
So, dance with Me. Be My willing partner. Be My love at One with Me.
A Course in Miracles, Teacher's Manual, Introduction:
"The curriculum you set up is…determined exclusively by what you think you are, and what you believe the relationship of others is to you…[You]use the content of any situation on behalf of what you really teach, and therefore really learn. To this the verbal content of your teaching is quite irrelevant…It is the teaching underlying it that teaches you…
"Everyone who follows the world's curriculum, and everyone here does follow it until he changes his mind, teaches solely to convince himself that he is what he is not…the self-deceiving must deceive for they teach deception…This is a manual for teachers of God. They are not perfect, or they would not be here. Yet it is their mission to become perfect here, and so they teach perfection over and over in many, many ways until they have learned it…"
Gloria:
In regard to teaching, Karen said that those two boys who blew up the school in Colorado gave their own lives to teach others how to unite and love again. Karen naturally seems to see the love in every situation. I wonder how many people have been loving these two children or their parents who must be the only ones mourning their sons. The parents apologized for their sons to the other parents. Who commiserates with them?
High school seems, for the most part, to keep all the hot kegs together in one place and keep the lid on.
Karen also mentioned how these two sensitive boys felt the world's pain and violence and thought it was their own. How much of the world's programming have we all picked up?
God:
Very much. From drinking tea or coffee and wearing hair curly or straight to making laws and keeping peace with violence. Ask Mother Divine's question, Where am I? And ask with it, "What do I think? What is the origin of my thoughts?"
Gloria:
Dear God, I think of TV commercials, and it seems like there is a pill for everything. The terrible side effects are even mentioned, and people still line up to buy them.
Sometimes I think it may be just better to not contemplate the world.
God:
Better to contemplate Me than the flaws of the world. Better to be for something rather than against. What you look at, you emphasize. So look at Me.
Gloria:
I guess that we human beings sell out to the world.
God:
Switch then, and sell out to Me. Whom can you bet on? Where do you put your money? Where are you?
Gloria:
If commercials were made for You, God, what would they be like? I think they would be beautiful music and art and maybe say Your Name so faintly. Or it would be no commercial at all, just silence and pure screen. Or there could be HEAVEN-spots! But how would they fare in the midst of the jangle?
God:
I am a Life Force stronger than all the world and all the commercials in the world. Stronger than the noise and violence and the ignorance and sadness of the world. I am God, Gloria.
Angels are My commercials. Love is My commercial. Peace is. Goodness is. Wherever My children are, I am. I am in the noise as well as the stillness. The great I AM am I.
I have put out a call to love. My call for love is like an alarm ringing all over the world. I call you to love. I call you to rally around love. I call you to dispense with judgment, for judgment gives power to what you don't want. Give power to love. Empower love by swimming it in your heart. Be My soldier of love. I recruit you. I crown you My love. I pin a medal of love on you. It is a heart-pinning. You are ready to take off with love. Love goes up like a balloon. Crowds cheer. Love on parade. A marching band of love. A chorus of love. Wings of love.
Loves tips its hat.
Love takes its hat off to you.
Love leads the parade.
Oom pah oom pah oom pah pah goes love.
Love stretches far and wide. It is no stretch at all. Love is a rubber band. Love is a twirling baton. Love turns black and white into color.
Love primes the pump. Love pumps love.
Love is a Roman candle going off.
It lands everywhere.
Keep your focus on love. Magnify it. Multiply it. Unfold it.
Love allows nothing else. It fills to the brim. It overflows.
Overflow the world with love. Let love be your commander. Let love be your command. Let love be your commandment.
Let love be your whisper. Let love be your shout. Let love be your commercial. Let love be your flag.
Let love be your tattoo.
Let love be your rouge.
Let love be your colonnade.
Let love be your trade. Let love be your service. Let love be your byword, your password, your code.
Let love be the horse you ride.
Let love be your path.
Let love be your destination. Let it be your coming in and going forth.
Let love be your demeanor. Let love be your law. Let love live in your heart. Let your heart live in love.
Hail to love. It is what lasts. It is passed on. It is your inheritance. Love I bequeath you.
I heap it upon you. Rake it like leaves. Jump in it. Bag it. Put it out front. Let it be picked up.
Let it be your name. What is your name? Love. What is yours? Love. All have the same name, and it is Love. And it is One Love in many guises and will always be discovered. Abandon not love because there is nothing else but love in the Name of Love.
Life rides on love. Love is the fuel. It is the match. It is the spark. It is the content.
Love stirs.
It reaches everywhere. It is no reach at all.
Love is a circle of hearts. Love is a flower lei. Love is hands across the heart. Love is arms up. Love is heads up.
Love is a golf swing that doesn't stop.
Love is an engine in your heart.
Love is a footfall, a foot print. Trace its path. Track it. See where it leads. It leads to Me Who holds all hearts, ripe plums on the Tree of Life. Love leads to where you are.
Love is falling off a log and landing in Heaven.
Love accepts no substitute. There is no substitute. 100% love.
Love sews itself to love. It weaves itself. It inches, and it takes giant steps. It leaps and performs cartwheels.
Love sits on the grass and waits for a picnic. The menu is love.
Loves lives in you. Take it out for a walk. Do something with it. Let it show. Drop it like bread crumbs and leave a track to your door.
Mark an L for love on your door.
Leave your door open.
Open love.
Love opens.
Leave it open.
Open the world to love.
Open love to the world.
An L for love.
And L hits the spot.
Love is the code.
The code is love.
Love pulls to love.
Love marks the spot.
The spot is the world.
The world is spotted with love.
Spot the love in the world.
Seek it. Hold it. Give it. Give love and nothing but love, so help you God.
Gloria to Mother Divine:
Dear Mother Divine, Ginger is having a dream, and she is barking in her dream. Why is that so sweet?
Mother Divine:
Because she is so what she is. She is guileless. Sleep or wake, she is a moment of what she is. Ginger is truth.
Gloria:
Karen tells me to stay in my shoes, and be strong in my truth. I love it, stay in my shoes.
Mother Divine:
Karen speaks truth.