Gloria to God:
Dear God, what is healing? What does it mean? What is it that is healed? I know You are the One Who heals.
God:
The imagined separation from Me is what creates the supposed need for healing. A person creates his own need to be healed and can uncreate it.
When one prays, he is asking to associate with Me. He is asking for that imaginary line of separation to be removed. He is asking for illusion to go and truth to come.
When you are in truth, you are relaxed. When you are away from truth, you are ill-at-ease.
Pretending you are on your own takes great energy. That pretense, that trying to run the whole show, trying to do it all yourself, is the opposite of freedom.
A person feels wounded. He is surprised to see a wound even though he inflicted it himself.
Even on conscious levels, people create illness in their escape from truth.
Every thought creates health or blocks it.
Better to put attention on well-running health than on blocked health.
We are talking health in relationships. We are talking physical, mental, and emotional. We are talking life-health, for one is not separate from another.
Illness is attention in the wrong place. Put attention on Who you are, and health takes care of itself.
Gloria:
I believe it's A Course in Miracles that says Christ healed because he saw beyond the imagined illness to the true light. He did not allow the existence of poor health to reach his consciousness.
God:
Poor health = needy in spirit = too full of illusion. Christ's focus on Me healed. His eyes healed because of what they saw.
Illness is something trying to get your attention. Run to the truth, and not away from it.
Gloria:
I can hear Jon saying, "But what does this mean? for us here right now? How do we do it?"
God:
Be it. Be.
Gloria:
A dear friend has been diagnosed with cancer, and I pray to You to heal him.
God:
I hear your prayer with love.
Gloria:
Will you tell me what is the value of prayer?
God:
Focus of attention. Prayer releases your tight hold on life.
If illness is trying to get someone's attention, it got it. But it calls attention to something else.
When a person clears his throat to get attention, it is not attention to his throat that he is calling for.
It is so simple to give attention to Me and turn over to Me what ails you.
Gloria:
I need Your help in releasing my judgment in a certain matter. I have been asking You for help a lot, and I still have my judgment.
God:
Whom are you judging?
Gloria:
My daughter.
God:
No, you are judging Me. You are saying I do not take care. Turn your daughter over to Me, and what will your judgment have to do? Even if your judgment is "correct", what imagined purpose is left for it? In judgment, no matter how right you are, you are mistaken.
Judgment sets a fault in stone, and a fault is a temporary thing.
Bless the flaw. Bless the holder of the flaw. And bless yourself who releases all to Me.
Keeping, holding on, gripping, insisting cause illness and suffering. Giving away, releasing, loosing, non-insistence are freeing. Be like water, not stone.
What do you have besides Me? Look for Me.
Gloria:
Can prayers for someone else truly be effective?
God:
Yes. Especially if the person will hear them. Can sweet music be healing? Yes. Can love be healing? Yes. What else is healing?
Pray, and then leave it to Me. Let go even of your prayer. Meanwhile, let the healing take place. The results do not have to be as you think. Turn over your ideas to Me. Your ideas are judgment, endorsing one conclusion over another.
Call Me to you again.
Gloria:
A Course in Miracles says there is One Truth, and all the forms of illusion are but one illusion. Then the illusion must be that anything exists but You.
God:
That is how you can bless a flaw.
Gloria to Mother Divine:
Dear Mother Divine, Karen said my life is changing because I have done my work. What work?
Mother Divine:
You have been attentive to God. You have filled your heart with the love of God.
Gloria:
He filled it.
Mother Divine:
You let Him.
Gloria:
That is work?
Mother Divine:
You opened the gates. That was your work. And now God's words help others to open their heart-gates, and in so doing, they open the gates of Heaven. They welcome, and are welcomed.
All destiny is the same. All have the same destination. There is only one destination, as there is one starting place.
You pass Go again and again. Enjoy the sights along the way. Enjoy the travel. It is like the pages of a book flipping before you. Whatever the words, the pictures, these books say the same.
There is one song on everyone's lips. There is one heart that beats. There is One Mind that sweeps over all.
There is One thought, and that is God. All else comes from that.
There is one rain.
There is one Sun.
There is one sky.
There is one Moon, even if there are many.
There is one Love, and it is everywhere. It surges in every heart and asks to be let loose to fly like a bird to Heaven, like a homing pigeon to Heaven, like a kite to Heaven, like a blue balloon filled with happiness, like a hot-fudge sundae reaching to God, like a sand hill reaching to Heaven, like a rope ladder reaching, arriving, alighting, like a tree that grows, like an opened apple lifted towards Heaven, like a dream curling up to Heaven, like a wisp of smoke, like a wind blowing your hair, like an angel-lit path, like an acrobat, like a slow train, like a key stroke, like a message, like a telegram, like a swift kiss, like a butterfly, like a buttercup catching all, like the scent of a flower so sweet that you can go nowhere else, like sweet ambrosia, like a sweet song that pulls you to it, like a celestial voice whispering your name, like a pied piper, like the strains of a flute, like taffy, like passing an open bakery door, like stepping into a silent elevator going to the top, like opening an umbrella, like being lifted to the sun, hoisted on a cloud, sailing a schooner on the blue sea, like looking for God, like catching the tail of a comet, like getting on a tour, like remembering who you are, like running in a dream, like a flashback, like a star cruising the sky, like lightning striking your heart with a blaze of love, like a drumroll, like a call of Heaven, like here you are, where have you been, what took you so long? What? It was only a minute. Yes, it was no time at all because you were already here all the time. You never left. You always arrived. You were stationed here but dreamed you were somewhere else in a wilderness. What a dream! Well, now you are here in truth where you belong.