Gloria to God:
Dear God, there is someone that, well we were very good friends for a long time. I won't go into too many details, but for some time I have been feeling something off in our friendship. When I said something to her about it, she said I was picking up how she was feeling about something else in her life. In any case, she denied any misfeeling. She continued to say how much she loved HEAVEN and how it got her through her week. Then a week or so ago I got a one-line note from her saying that she was too busy writing her own book. She made no reference to HEAVEN or the survey, and at that point I stopped sending HEAVEN to her.
Then yesterday I got a chatty letter from her, saying where they'd gone over the weekend and all they bought and how she is working on her book. Then she THANKED me for not sending HEAVEN to her anymore!
I don't think this is a case of a friendship just fading away. There's something going on that I don't want to be part of. I don't want to just not answer; I don't want to pretend, and I don't want to be unkind.
I feel anger from her, insecurity, and jealousy, perhaps because of Karen's and my friendship. So, dear God, what will You tell me about this?
God:
Write down now what you feel and think. Write your note now.
After a few drafts…
Gloria wrote:
Dear X, I honor your writing your book, and I am glad for your honesty with me.
I anticipate seeing your book at 21st Century Bookstore, and I know it will have rave reviews.
All blessings to x and x and all the choices they make, and to you and x, dear X.
Your friend,
Gloria
God:
That is fine. Mentally send her your love and send her on her way, and you on yours.
Gloria:
Well, dear God, I feel much better. What else would You like to tell me?
God:
Longtime travelers come to a fork in the road. One goes one way, and the other goes another. They were companions on the same road for a while. Now they meet up with other travelers on the new road, and they walk in tandem with them to the horizon of the world where all roads conjunct.
A Course in Miracles, Who Are God's Teachers?, Conclusion:
"This is a manual for a special curriculum, intended for teachers of a special form of the universal course. There are many thousands of other forms, all with the same outcome. They merely save time. Yet it is time alone that winds on wearily, and the world is very tired now. It is old and worn…There was never a question of outcome, for what can change the Will of God? But time, with its illusions of change and death, wears out the world and all things in it. Yet time has an ending, and it is this that the teachers of God are appointed to bring about. For time is in their hands. Such was their choice, and it is given them."
Gloria:
Dear God, I don't understand. It touches me, and I know it's beautiful, but what does it mean? That it was my choice to take time into my hands? That I have taken it into my hands, and I'm supposed to condense a thousand years or so into one or two; does that mean a thousand years' worth of growth?
God:
Gloria, what do you think is happening when you and Jon and Karen get intoxicated with Me? And what do you think will happen when the millions of readers to come swim in the ocean of My love?
Love is out of time. The love that is not fragmented. I speak of that love which is union of swimming souls.
You swim right to me and not the long way round. When millions read My words — when My words enter their hearts — millions and millions of years will be saved.
One can circle the globe, or one can shoot up to Heaven or the many byroads in between, or time can be saved. How is it saved? By skipping it. You get out of it. You somersault time.
Happiness skips time. In the midst of the Heaven of joy, you do not ask what time it is. In the midst of such joy, you don't think to ask. In the midst of joy, time does not exist to be asked about.
What I am talking about is the difference between seeing when you are in the midst or seeing from above or even from across.
What seems to make time and make time long is stasis.
When you grow in love, time speeds up. A minute is only a half a second. An hour five minutes, and so on. What is speeded up but your evolution?
A rock may roll down a hill slowly. Its descent takes ten minutes. Another rock rolls down faster, maybe in one minute. How do you answer the question, How long does it take a rock to roll down a hill?
How much time does knowledge take? How long does it take for a heart to reach Mine?
No time. And no distance at all.
Getting out of time is getting out of illusion and into truth.
What really goes on the world, and what really does not?
Which way does the crow fly? Which way is up? How far am I from you? I do not hear the ticktock of a clock.
Time does not ravage Me.
I gave you the sun and the moon for day and night, for the night to rock you to sleep and the day to roll you out of bed.
I gave you the sky to aspire to and the earth to rest your feet on.
I gave you water to drink and air to breathe, and creation to enjoy as you take your walk to Heaven.
Enjoy your walk. Be intoxicated with Me, and you are in Heaven.
Time is a memory, no more. It is an illusive measurement of the immeasurable.
Leave your watches behind. No watches in Heaven. We are all too intoxicated to tell time.
Gloria to Mother Divine:
Dear Mother Divine, do you have a minute to talk to me!
Mother Divine:
Dear Gloria, I have forever to talk to you and enough to talk to you about to last through a hundred thousand times millions of billions of eternities!
But, of course, there is only one eternity. Or I could say one isness is, or that God is and you are, or you are God's, and God is yours, or there is One love for all, or all love for One, or I can say anything at all, and you write it and read it with fervor because I throw out a line of gold that you follow — CHASE — to Heaven.
You climb a golden chain to Heaven. The golden chain jingle-jangles. The sound of it itself lures you on. The end of the chain is not in view nor are the gates of Heaven, but you keep climbing because this golden chain must lead somewhere.
So people live their lives, climbing a golden chain that eggs them on. Someone, something, must be holding this chain because it is always there, and you are climbing it.
You find that, not only are you climbing, but that, as you are, it is being pulled up!
And that is when HEAVEN-writing started for you. And now the golden chain you are on is being pulled faster and faster BECAUSE you are seeing that it is. Your recognition makes God pull faster, makes Heaven more attractive, makes it rush hour on the golden chain to Heaven.
And the funny thing is that, the more people climbing this golden chain, the lighter they are on the chain and the faster they reach the top and the awaiting arms and cheers of welcome there.
Later…
Gloria to God:
Dear God, Jeremy is happy to help put together HEAVEN on the Net and be compensated later. You must have sent him, God. What is extra nice is he's HAPPY to be part of HEAVEN!
God:
All will come together, Gloria. And remember that the responsibility is Mine, not yours. Don't take it all on yourself.
Gloria:
Thank You. It is interesting to me that Karen says I am disciplined. It is interesting because I am one of the most undisciplined people I know! What discipline does it take to do what I want!
God:
You follow your heart, and it leads to Me. Following My Will is the same as following your heart. But if the word discipline is related to the word disciple, then you are very disciplined, dear Gloria, My disciple.
Gloria:
Dear God, heaven.org as a domain name for the web page is taken, and now I am running around in circles trying to find another that seems just right. To put the whole title, heavenlovelettersfromgod is too long, and I also don't like that God is not capitalized. A day ago I would have been happy with Godletter, Godwriting etc. but I wasn't thinking that God wouldn't be capitalized.
Karen came up with a bunch of good names. And then how they look as one word is a consideration. I loved godanswers, but it starts to look like go danswers. I thought of godsend but it looks like gods end so it's unusable. I also thought of Godbless which looks fine but maybe it doesn't have the right tone.
And now I also think that the word Heaven is more accessible to more people. Everyone wants Heaven; not everyone knows or admits they want You.
Right now these seem to head the list: heavenletters, heavenbless, heavenheart, heavenward, heavensent. I also thought of heavenheaven, thiswaytoheaven… I won't tell You all the other ones I thought of!
Dear Mother Divine, what would you like to say?
Mother Divine:
Remember that name is not the importance. The importance is that many receive and read HEAVEN for that process leads to the restructuring of hearts.