Continued from yesterday…
God:
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.
God:
It was always so. Our love is entwined and indistinguishable one from the other. We are so tightly woven that nothing can separate Us. Only by stretch of the imagination can We be separated. The tightness of Our weave allows for no unwinding, no fraying, no distraction. Our weave allows only for closeness and the entwining of Our hearts locked in love so magnanimous, so magnificent, that it is called God.
The rays of Our light are woven into the finest most durable thread ever conceived. Our filament exceeds the speed of light.
It has to go nowhere. It is already everywhere. In Alaska and Iowa, in this heart and that, in all hearts, skipping none.
Only the recognition is sometimes missed because of attention elsewhere.
You are coming to that clearing of realization in your mind as you clear out the dust of the past.
The horses' hooves passed here long ago, and you still see the dust made by horses long vanished.
We are present tense, dear one. No dust has to settle. You only recall the dust and imagine you see it.
All there is is pure light, shining on the world.
Gloria:
Dear God, please help me to feel Your presence more strongly in my life. One thing is clear to me: I need to practice avoidance of small thoughts about small things.
God:
Practice the avoidance of judging something big or small.
Just know that I am Big, and everything else is small.
Or, just know that the Human Being is large, and the details of speech and action that surround him are small.
Forget yourself. Be waterproof, and let all drops roll off you.
Be as mosquito netting, and let the fresh air in and not let the mosquitoes in.
Be not as a hand held tight that repels entrance.
Be as a waterwheel that splashes and keeps its perpetuity. It matters not to the waterwheel what water splashes back on it, for it knows it is its own splashings.
Be as a ripe plum bitten into, whose perfect juice falls from it with equanimity. It matters not whose teeth bite into it. It matters its own benevolent juice.
Yes, be as a plum.
Be as a rose who pays not attention to the consciousness of another, but only to its own.
Be as a red papaya, split open to reveal itself and its perpetuity formerly concealed within.
Do not conceal your offering of Me from anyone.
Be a gift from Me shared with all.
What matters another's eyes? What matters are your own. What do your eyes see? Do they wash My love over what they see? Do you?
Today, cease thinking: what do others see of you, or do they see you, or do they just see bits and pieces of you, handed down by others from the past who did not see you. Think you rather of your gift of seeing.
You did not visit these souls in Alaska for you or for them but for Me. And you already know how well I think of you. So spread My love like droplets of fine rain and be as a spring rain to your family.
Gloria:
Thank You, dear God.
God:
Remember to just be and not do so much nor demand so much. It is in Our quiet blessing right now of all those I have brought together. You came here to heal, to heal yourself. To heal those around you by so doing.
You are here at this point in time and space to remove the decayed strings of an olden guitar and replace them with new threads of infinity.
It is you who must let go of past holdings. You see your remnants of family as seeing you as once others did, which they adopted as a veil, but it is you seeing this, you holding on to it, you keeping it. You, let go of this distorted vision. You, let it fall.
This morning as you greet your family, let it be as though they are people new to you, that you are just meeting. See them for the first time. Rename them.
You, open up your eyes and turn them to a new view, like a kaleidoscope.
Be you a beholder of new life on earth, on this, My beautiful earth. Be a heralder of Me.
Be you My flag. Be you a flag of God that waves in sun and rain, in Iowa or Alaska.
Let not your heart be isolated, sullen, or annoyed.
Be your heart open and soft. Casually embrace. Do not embrace hard, dear Gloria, for that frightens others.
Embrace as I do, more an aura, more a fledgling bird of love, not an eagle. Or be an eagle feather that embraces.
Stand still and offer My love.
Let My love waft from you.
Be a sturdy rose of love who beckons all to him, refuses none, and minds none that pass it by.
Just be sure that you, Gloria, are not a passerby, okay?
Gloria:
Yes, God.