The following are selected excerpts from my handwritten notebook on my Alaska trip. — Gloria
Gloria:
Dear God, there were some intense moments at the airport where I couldn't find my ticket and was sure I had left it in the car of the person who dropped me off. No one would have guessed I was a Godwriter. I was as close to hysterical as you can get. They would not write me another ticket. Period. But then, of course, I found the ticket, and all was well.
God:
You know I am here even in the currents of a busy airport. Now you know firsthand that I am everywhere you are. Whither thou goest, God comes along.
So what is to fear? What is to worry? If you were alone, if it were possible for you to be alone, then you might have some cause for worry. Oh, if there were no God, a fine fix you would be in.
Fortunately, there is God, and I am He, here, ever here, and ever watching out for you. You never leave My sight for even a moment. I am many-eyed, and see all. But you, you take your eyes off Me.
Keep your eye on me. You will. And you will see Me. Don't take your eyes off Me. Why would you? What could compare? What could you possibly look at that would even approximate the hem of My robe? What is there to look at but Me.
The stillness is Me.
The noise is Me.
Gloria:
Dear God, I don't usually read the newspaper, but I picked up a Calgary, Canada paper left on a seat, and it told about a grown son who was so enraged with his father that he pushed him downstairs to his death.
How does physical violence release the emotion of hate? Does it? It must be blindness. We even say blind with rage.
God:
Is it the rage that makes the blindness or the blindness the rage?
If My children were not blind, they would not have rage.
That son thought his father was the cause of all his pain. He was not. The son pasted his rage onto his father. The son could not contain his own created rage and threw it at his father.
What is that but ignorance, Gloria?
Bless the son, and bless the father who was catapulted into his journey to Me.
Gloria:
I just decided I don't like the concept of karma. It seems like retaliation. Forgive me, dear Father, but doesn't karma perpetuate a cycle that is better stopped?
God:
Karma has a bad rap. Talk about energy rather than karma. The energy of a ball thrown against a wall makes it bounce back.
Gloria:
Did that father cause harm to his son in a previous life?
God:
Perhaps, but it is no matter. In this life, they bounced their negative energy off of each other.
Karma is not self-perpetuating nonsense. A God like Me would not conceive that.
Here was a news story of two men, a father and a son, both straying from My Will.
It is not My Will that either hurt the other.
You know what My Will is. It is for joy and peace and harmony for My children. Surely, My Will is not rage or punishment or imagined satisfaction.
At any moment, either the father or the son could have stopped their bitter game of human wills.
Gloria:
Sometimes it really seems that a person cannot help what he is doing, as if the rage has a life of its own.
God:
It may seem that way, but at any moment, anyone can stop reacting. Reacting is the same as following old energy.
Gloria:
If someone is mentally ill, can they really help it?
God:
Yes.
Gloria:
What about Alzheimer's? Can a person really stop it any more than someone with a broken leg can walk?
God:
How much difference is there between the so-called truth of that person's life and their confusing of it? The energy is the same. The mind and body may be playing tricks, but the state of the mind is the same.
Your mother had great fears in life. When your mother became senile, the supposed cause of your mother's fears became new, made up. The manifesting of your mother's fears was new, but the fear behind it was not.
Later, in Alaska…
Gloria:
Dear God, Alaska is beautiful. What a creation of yours! I am staying in the woods ten minutes from the heart of Fairbanks. I am surrounded by tall thin birch trees. The air is wonderful. Have I ever lived here before?
God:
Of course.
Gloria:
Why of course?
God:
It is familiar to you, isn't it? You ran through these woods, and you breathed this air.
Gloria:
From here I see my Iowa life more objectively. I see a lady Godwriting every morning, grooming the roses, and I see the privilege of her life. Yet there is a certain tension I seem to have in Iowa that I don't have here. How do I carry over this lack of tension into my life in Iowa?
God:
Here, in Fairbanks, you know everything is taken care of for you. The food is prepared, your room prepared, your agenda. All is taken care of.
Know that this exists in Iowa as well, for I take care of you. Get used to the feeling that all is taken care of. You do nothing. Just finishing touches, like grooming the roses and grocery-shopping and all the living by the clock.
What is there you really have to do when I do it all anyway? In truth, you move through rooms all readied for you. The table is prepared. The roses bloom.
Be the lady who walks through a rose garden and receives their essence. Be the lady who walks through rooms and ooh's and ah's over the wonder of it. Be the lady who walks through God's creation as through a woods of birch trees.
Embrace all of My creation as do the birch trees that surround you with their light, just as the air surrounds you, just as My love surrounds you.
Will you be My love and follow Me through the woods wherever I take you and know that We will come to a clearing where all is known and understood and appreciated? Where all hearts and souls meet in the center of My thought, and all are One? Will you be My love? Well, you are My love, but will you accept Me as your love?
Gloria:
I will.
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To be continued tomorrow.
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Diane to Nancy O.:
Dear Nancy, what a fantastic piece. You ask for direction, and you come up with a great book idea. Asking and receiving are so powerful.