Gloria:
Dear God, when there is someone else's question to ask You, I feel very focused and, well, professional. When, like today, there is no one else's question, I feel like I'm idling a little bit, not focused, and kind of waiting for You to get going!
God:
Is there something wrong with idling?
Just like life, Heavenletters has crests and troughs. There has to be a lull every once in a while. A breather. Much goes on in lulls nevertheless. The dust settles. Time for reflection is good.
When you have someone's question to ask and hear My answer, you feel important. You feel more in control. It's more like you begin: "Okay, God, here's the topic today. Let's get on with it!"
Of course, I am perfectly happy to.
When you are just sitting here with Me, you are just sitting here with Me. No control. No specific direction. Ambling a little along the walk of Heavenletters. Not knowing where We're going. Here you practice the willingness of following Me. And here you practice trust and surrender. Here blood pressure lowers; ego fades, and the sweetness of Our being together rolls along in peace.
Think of what it means — Our being together. My Being and your being — Our being One together, being.
You are practicing being. You are practicing what needs no practice. Only the awareness of Our pure beautiful being needs to be practiced. So We practice being together.
Do you feel how Our beingness melds? Can you really separate Mine from yours? When you are in this moment, can you?
Gloria:
No.
God:
That is what We are practicing. And what does it mean practicing? It means where your attention goes. When you sit here with Me, without a specific question, your attention is on Me and not on a question or its answer, not on hearing something from Me, but on being with Me. This is a more silent time. Silence has deepening levels until there is nothing but the silence. Not even awareness of it. Awareness floats away.
It's like taking a wonderful bath. You soak in the tub. At some point you forget you are soaking in the tub. You are somewhere. You are not even aware that your mind has gone somewhere. And then you remember again where your body is. In the tub soaking. Where did you travel to while you were sitting in the tub?
You didn't run to catch a train or meet somebody. You practiced relaxing in the tub.
What you are doing in this ambling walk in Heavenletters with me is practicing relaxing. Where can you relax but in the comfort of My arms? Where else can you leave everything for safekeeping or to be disposed of but with Me? And know that I will know which is which? Where else can you leave all cares? Where else can you entrust your soul?
Your soul counsels with Me a lot. Not in words but in being.
You know that Our communication is not in words, don't you?
Gloria:
I'm not sure I knew that. Maybe I did. Yes, I think so.
God:
It is not in words. It is in love. It is in energy. From these you pluck a specific love energy and find a word close to it, a word that most likely synthesizes that specific energy. It is like grabbing colors. This color is right in this place, and another in this. This color more likely says this thought-energy than another. You blow up balloons from My love. You take My love and make a balloon of it called a word.
Do you know how sometimes you just feel what someone is feeling? Words did not tell you. Your eyes and ears did not tell you. It was from something else that you knew.
So I talk to you in that something else, and from that, a word pops up that represents that something else.
And so My love is expressed.
Gloria:
So, in Heaven, Your love needs no translation into words?
God:
That is correct. It is more on the level of impulse or transmission. Of course, there are no words for it, My dear. It's not even a process. It's an instant knowingness. Of course it is instant, because time does not exist, only infinity which is without time.
If I smell a rose, all in Heaven receive the scent with Me. There is no time differential. It is not thought of. It is.
Gloria:
Are angels then a love energy of Yours, and just as we interpret words, we interpret Angel?
God:
Yes, an angel is a picture of My love your eyes make.
Gloria:
Beautiful music?
God:
Your ears make music of My love.
Gloria:
When we experience beauty on earth, whether it be words or music or art or nature, we are closer to understanding You than when we see something unlovely.
God:
Remember that it is you interpreting something as unlovely. It is your interpretation.
Now here I am treading where you cannot go. You cannot go past this point right now because your mind protests. You can prove; your mind can prove anything, dear Gloria. Now that your mind is trying to direct this walk of Ours, you have slipped a little away from Our pure being into the world where wrong and judgment and cruelty exist and where you back off a little from Me.
Idle the mind and stay with Me in love.
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Marianne to Heavenletters:
Hi, Gloria, I loved God's answer to me yesterday. I felt nurtured and protected.
God to Marianne:
You felt truth.
Ruth to Heavenletters:
Thank you so much for finding those three dates about Nancy O. and going to court. I'll be give them to my friend who has the two-week subscription.
I am so delighted when my friends are interested in Heavenletters because it creates an additional bond between us.
Thanks for always sending such sweet welcoming letters to new people. Be well, and lots of love.
Margaret to Heavenletters:
Dear Gloria, Abby has been teaching me a lot since the day she arrived!
I never see her questions until you publish them, but we always talk about them after. She is such a jewel. Now, my son is teaching me, too; I appreciate him much more now than I used to.
I just realized tonight that recently I've begun to be happy or unhappy based on how I feel about my own behavior rather than someone else's. If I feel good about my own behavior, another's misery or misfortune can elicit sympathy or empathy from me, but doesn't necessarily alter my core feeling. I attribute this growth to Al-Anon and Heaven letters, which I consider the BIG BOOSTERS in my life these days. Aren't I lucky?
I loved God's answer to Kasie. It was so right on! It really did wonders for me. Thanks to Kasie for asking her question. Thanks to Abby for prompting Kasie's question. Thanks to you… etc.
Love you mucho.