Abby to Heavenletters:
I'll be coming home from college May 20 until June 3. Maybe for the whole summer, though I'm not sure about that yet. I may be returning to Manhattan at the end of those two weeks.
I was wondering if maybe there could be a God writing workshop while I'm there? If it's at all possible, I'd love to do it! I've always wanted to do this! Ever since I read the book, "Conversations with God", I've wanted to learn how to do God-writing. Please let me know about it. Thanks!
Gloria to Abby and Heavenreaders:
Of course we'll have a Godwriting workshop when you're here! How about Sunday, May 21, 2 p.m. We'll find a night for the second workshop at that time.
Anyone local who would like to take the workshop with Abby on May 21 is invited. Please email me.
Abby, it's my privilege to be able to hear and relay God's answers.
Abby to God:
Dear God, I realized recently that there is and has been a huge gap in my life for a long time. Years. Many years.
I remember how tremendously spiritual I was as a little girl and realize how much I have changed since then. I feel like, as the little child who used to play with the figures in our Nativity set all year round, I was so much more tuned in.
About a month or two ago, I was going home on the subway, and I heard the most beautiful sound filling the station. It was a woman far on the other side of the tracks playing a flute, but just listening to it one wouldn't have known it was just a flute; it sounded like a whole orchestra! There was something in that music that touched a hidden part of me that had been dormant for so long. I realized that something was missing from my life and that it was spirituality.
I'm a very mental person. (My aura color is abstract tan, a mental color.) I think that my attachment to the mental or intellectual side of everything has sort of taken over me and blocked out my spirituality. Maybe that's not it, but there's definitely been an absence.
So here's my question: How do I get it back?
The intellectual is asking for something new to "figure out". Can I do that?
Is it possible for me to regain that closeness that I had with…whatever it was? I must say, these Heaven letters help.
They warm my heart but I think I'm seriously out of touch with my soul. Please tell me what I need to do.
God to Abby:
Trust Me, Abby.
Nothing for you to figure out.
There are two themes that run through your questions to Me.
1. You want to recapture something precious from your past, the closeness with your father, the closeness to spirit, both examples of the innocent devotion you remember from your childhood.
2. You feel out of touch with your truth and/or your soul.
Let Me put this in a different way for you, My sweet daughter.
Have in your mind to get in touch with My truth. Think: Abby and God's truth.
Think: Figuring out and God's truth.
Think: The past and God's truth.
Wanting and God's truth.
Whatever is on your mind, go from it to My truth, back and forth, and you will find yourself in My truth. Nothing can compete with it. The smallness of the past will disappear in My truth, and you will be raised up to the vibratory level of the flute you heard from the subway.
Nativity figures cannot possibly give you the joy they once did. They cannot.
But I can.
I will.
Look for Me.
Look for signs of Me.
I may be found in religion, but I am not religion. But you can find Me anywhere and everywhere.
Look for Me in your art.
That reminds Me. You are not one color, Abby. You are many. You are all the colors. Look, you are My child. I would not make you abstract tan, and only that.
For fun, Abby, paint a picture of your aura. Let your hands do it. Don't think. Have fun with it. Your hand will know what colors to pick. What do you discover about yourself?
Do you look for perfection in the world and in yourself, Abby?
Perfection, as you grasp it, is found only in Me. Take My hand, and walk with Me in perfect unison.
Let go of struggle with the mind.
All the figuring out is not you. I am you. All the figuring out is ego trying to keep you on the surface of life.
And your soul wants more than to skate on the surface. And I tell you that your soul is all right.
Every Heavenreader notes the innocence of your soul, Abby. They hear your purity. And some day you might look back at right now and think, "Oh, how innocent and spiritual I was on that day I asked God about my soul."
For you are innocent.
Your mind thinks there needs to be something more, something other than what you have, because, as you well know, the mind is never satisfied.
You have a beautiful soul, Abby. I know these things. Accept that your soul is beautiful and that it guides you to Me. Your soul is in My keeping as are you. Be in touch with Me, and you will be in touch with your soul.
How do you be in touch with Me?
Remember Me. Remember My name. Remember your holiness.
Say, "God, I am at the threshold of You. I am at the doorway of Heaven. My foot hesitates to enter Your presence. Now I see You beckon to me, and I am heartened. Oh, I feel You in my heart. I feel my soul flying to You. I go with it. My soul and I are one. You and I are One. I honor Our Oneness and I honor my soulness. I am Your creation. I am Your work of art. No longer will I look amiss at what You have created. I accept that my childhood is with You. I am Your child. I am Your child forever, so forever is my childhood with You.
"My life on earth is a temporary way-station. I am on my way to You. Everything is ready. I have ticket in hand. You would never leave me without it. And I see now that You are my ticket, and that You have been in my hand all along.
"Oh, God, You are bursting my heart with the joy of You. You are my Source and my Destination. And there is no distance between the two, nor between You and me.
"And so I discover that there is no way-station. There was no waiting. There was never anything but You and me.
"I see now that when I discover You, I discover myself. I take the cover off You and I take the cover off me.
"Okay, I am Your child, and proud to be, and grateful to be, and overjoyed to be, only there can be no overjoy when it comes to You.
"Thank You for holding my hand through life. You clasp me tight. And I can awake only to You and Your arms, for You are my existence, and You are my love.
"Thank You, God, for making me just as I am. You like me, Abby, just the way I am. You ask nothing of me but that I accept myself and Your love. What is so hard about that?
"I shall find You, Lord, within. Never doubt, My Heavenly Father, that my heart and I follow You with gladness. Here I am, and here are You, the Oneness of wonder.
"I accept my place in Your heart. Thank You for me."