Gloria to God:
Dear God, I don't like to face it, but I think a friend of mine and her husband ridicule HEAVEN. They have made joking remarks that I don't think are funny.
God:
That is how someone reacts to something that is not within their belief system, and they feel they can't let it in because their beliefs, or nonbeliefs, have to be infallible.
Gloria:
I believe these are people who believe in You.
God:
They believe in this or that concerning Me, but they can't quite let Me in any more than they can your writing of My words.
Gloria:
I suppose it's my ego that's rankled here.
God:
Of course. They cannot believe that you can commune with Me, and they cannot. And they are right because they can, if they will.
Gloria:
I think they feel I'm kidding myself.
God:
You don't need their pleasure or their displeasure. You don't need to be the object of their ridicule any more than you need to be their icon.
People who have to put down what they don't wish to accept are down in the first place, don't you know that?
So love these friends, but love them from afar, for you have work to do and no time to waste on your sensitivities.
Gloria:
Dear God, a benefactor has come forward to support HEAVEN's growth. She wishes to put her clients' payments for the spiritual work she does towards HEAVEN. Through her then, the people she helps will be helping HEAVEN, which, in turn, will be helping others, some of whom will be the very ones who themselves contributed to HEAVEN through this benefactor! Truly a chain. I am touched and grateful.
God:
This is what to put your attention on: that which raises your vibration. That which doesn't, forget about. Keep your eyes on the stars.
I come in the guise of a benefactor, and I come in the guise of a ridiculer. Just know that I come.
Gloria to Mother Divine:
Dear Mother Divine, what would you like to tell us this morning?
Mother Divine:
Get more sleep. Sleep has to do with waking. It is the fuel for waking. If you want to be awake, look to your sleep.
Sleep is a bath given to you by the gods.
It is an elixir.
It is a mother's touch.
It is a blessed form of love.
Sleep is a friend you have an assignation with every night. Don't be late. Fall into the arms of your friend. Don't resist. Surrender to Sleep.
A few hours later…
Gloria to Mother Divine:
Well, I fell back to sleep immediately, dear Mother Divine, meditated, and now am back to you! Anything you tell me, will it happen right away like that?!
Mother Divine:
If you don't resist. So, I tell you to have joy. Peace. Harmony. Love. Health. Energy. Freedom. What else?
Gloria:
Clarity. Simplicity. To be in tune with God's Divine Will.
Mother Divine:
They are yours.
Gloria:
And the same for all the other people I would want to be on your list of blessings?
Mother Divine:
My blessings are like one push of a button on the computer. Just as you send out many copies of HEAVEN on one press of Send, so do I. There is actually only One, so to Oneness is sent Oneness.
As one soul rises, so do all.
One act of love vibrates through the universe and returns to the originator.
Karen presses one button, and the love-energy rushes back to her. First it goes through all the stars in Heaven and all the blessings of angels, and so more is returned than sent.
Karen donates to God from God. Nothing given away. No energy lost, evaporated, or changed. It cannot be dissolved, but it can be made manifest. And it can travel, but always, always, returns to its Source.
God sprinkled stars in the Heaven for the enjoyment of all, including His.
He planted trees in deep soil and watches them still.
He painted the sky blue and rainbows many colors and dusted clouds white.
And with in each heart (the one heart that is), He pressed His finger and left an imprint, indelible, impenetrable by time or wind or snow.
How far-reaching is God's love. How encompassing. What divinity resides in all.
The child is a divine deliverer of the Father. Generosity and love reawaken that imprint in the heart so it blossoms and reawakens to itself, as a flower might bend down to breathe in its own sweetness.
Life, sweet and precious, sometimes is full of weeds, but beyond the weeds lies a rose of infinite beauty waiting to be beheld.
Within each heart is a shrine to what God hath wrought, and within that shrine is an image of God, and that image is you.