Diane to Gloria:
Dear Gloria, I do not know if you want to print all of this. God said He wanted to hear back from me.
Diane's letter to Molly, as God had suggested she write, and Molly's answer through Diane's Godwriting:
Diane:
My Darling Molly, I miss you so much. I miss your adorable smile, your great sense of humor, your loving being. You loved me so much and so consistently. I wish I had appreciated your love more while you were here. I was so caught up in helping your physical being and being afraid and wearing myself out with your care (and everyone else's) that I feel like I missed many opportunities to bask in your love and in loving you.
You were so good at just being. God, I love that about you. I feel guilty about feeling relief and relieved of your physical care. I so wanted you to be able to do more, and I felt so inadequate. I wish I had taken more cues from you. If only I had known you were to be with us for only three years, I would have basked in your light and played with you more and soaked you up. I guess I can do that now.
And your last illness and death — I hope my senses were serving me. I hope you did not suffer. I hope I did what you wanted. I adore you Molly, and I am so grateful for my time with you. I will eternally love you and your gifts to me.
Love, Mommy
Molly to Diane:
Dear Mommy, Oh Mommy, you stop that. Now, I know you are sad and I am sorry. But, Mommy, you did such a good job taking care of me.
I couldn't have asked for a better earth experience. You gave me so much love and attention, even though you were overwhelmed. And I love your singing. You always sang to me.
No I did not suffer in your care, even in my last hours and minutes. I knew where I was going and I was joyful. You were my angel, Mommy. And you still are.
Yes, I know your memory of our dancing together to the Pachabel Cannon. It is lovely. Come there with me whenever you want, and our hearts will embrace.
I love you for eternity too, Mommy. Be happy. I am. And keep finding God in your life.
Molly
Diane to God:
Dear God, this feels good. Did I correctly pick up Molly?
I have been thinking about guilt and how it feels like a contraction and a narrowing of focus. Today I have been on the edge of sadness and guilt, and I try to think about expanding and what is good in my life and what I am wanting. I feel like I have both my hands raised up, and You are pulling on one and Molly is pulling on the other, helping me from sinking into despair and guilt.
Any other suggestions?
Your willing servant, Diane
God to Diane:
My dear willing servant, willing daughter, willing friend, mother of dear Molly, rose in My heart, willing listener, willing asker, willing sharer, willingness of My Will.
You have correctly understood Molly. You have correctly understood your arms reaching up and Our pulling you up. I see you rise up out of your body and come, for you do know, dear one, that you spend time here with Us as well as on earth in your body.
I ask Gloria to print here now My message about the white crystal room:
I wash you of the past. You can step out of it now. You can step up out of it. You can step up into a new room where all is white and new. This is a renewal room. When you walk out of this room, you are absolved from the past. It is past. You have left old clothes and old ways. You step out of this white renewal room with yourself alone.
See how light you feel.
You put on clothes of gossamer.
Your eyes shine bright.
Your cheeks are powdered with star dust.
You do not step out of the white renewal room; you float out, so light are your steps.
You weave in and out of the masses in the world. In other words, there are no obstacles for you. You winnow your way through events in time and space. You are as light as a feather, a gentle breeze, a blush on the cheek.
You leave sparkles of God's love, like the path of a bridal train. You are effortless.
Your vibration is so high-frequency that it is quiet, imperceptible, a long-ago tune.
Love flows through your veins like the sap of flowers. Your muscles are flower balls. Your skin is pure white butterfly wings that you can see through.
Your lips are rose petals. Your tongue is a fern frond from which plays a sweet song as on a violin.
Your ears are soft buds that hear the Voice of God.
Your arms are a tender branch, your fingers twigs that brush the paper with My thoughts.
Your feet are piano keys, played ever so lightly.
Your mind is a soaring eagle.
Your heart is the moon, full of reflected light.
Your spine is a golden thread held by angels in God's Heaven, so far-reaching is your spine, so smooth and fluid, so rich in music, so endearing like the notes of a flute or a human voice ah-ing to God.
Your neck is a strong stem.
Your head, a pink peony, catching the sunlight in all directions.
Your path, a comet's trail.
Your step, the pulse of the universe.
You are wrapped around the universe like ribbon, like packing tape, like strands of love.
You dive into the center of the universe, and you swim there. You swim in and out of there and palpitate the earth.
You cup the sky in your hands. You orchestrate the stars. You bow to the moon. Your baton is made of light, and you light the light of the Heavens, and you open the Heavens, peer in, and see yourself waiting for you.
You become invisible, so much light are you. You weigh nothing. You are everything.
You dance back to earth and return to yourself there, sitting on your bed and witnessing My words that tell of your tour, tell of Me, the Tour Guide Who takes you to wherever you want to go.