God:

Tell Jon that he is quite right. He is not an oil broker. He is a Godbroker. Not a Godtalker, but a Godtrader, connector, binder, contractor. A silent bidder. A wirer. A legate. A giver of visas. An estabulary. A pointer. A Godsock that indicates the breath of God and its trail to Heaven.

Jon is a pulse-taker. A light refractor. His eyes are a mirror of innocence in which anyone can see his own light sparkling.

Jon serves hors d'oevres. He passes out petit fours and Turkish delights. He replenishes hearts. He fills them up, like a tank with gas.

He spreads the oil of love. He is an annointer. A blesser. A giver of contracts. A coder. A decoder. A stamp of God, sealed in Heaven.

Tell Jon to consider golf God's Self. This is the sport he plays and the realm he moves in. The golf ball lands on earth but hits Heaven. Golf is a focus of love. Tapping stars, rearranging spotlights of Heaven, tossing universes, taking a stroke and following through, splashing God's love on the greens.

Reaching hearts like a hand reaches for a star. John caddies for God.

Gloria:

Dear God, what a fine recommendation for Jon!

God:

What a fine recommendation for Me is Jon.

Gloria:

Holy God, and what a gift I wake up to, to write your praises to Your Son.

God:

To listen to My thoughts. You are a God listener. That is your secret heart, your ear for God. Listen well:

Rise above the details of human life. Deal with them but from above rather than in the midst of them. Lift your feet off the dust of earth, put them up on a chair, and handle earth matters as an executive from afar.

Deal with skirmishes, but not be of the skirmish. You are of God. You work for Me. Your employment goes beyond this dictation. You are the love letter itself. You take My Words down, you deliver the letter, which, to your surprise, is yourself on paper in an envelope and delivered by you to yourself!

What a messenger. From here to here. You don't have far to go at all. The world revolves within you. The Heavens shine within you.

A scribe of Heaven is also a scribe of earth. How much earthier can you go than Roto-Rooter? Perhaps an oil well. Jon deals with oil wells. You deal with earth, and you match it to Heaven. You bring it to Heaven.

You raise a handful of earth from the earth, and you hold it up to the light of Heaven, and you show it to God for His blessing. You offer it to God.

And God says, "Let treasures grow from it. Dig the earth for treasures. Love the earth as you love Heaven, and you make the angels sing. Their singing reaches you like sighs of awe on earth. Those sighs, that song, that echo from Heaven is called Love."

Plant love on earth. It is My love you plant. Give it a foothold.

Although in a human body, you are of Heaven, but you live on earth. You were planted on earth to live there, body and soul. You are a visitor to earth, of course, but you are also an inhabitant. You inhabit earth, which is to say, it is where you live to do My work.

Live on earth in the light of Heaven. That is My instruction to you.

A Course in Miracles, Lesson 357:

"Truth answers every call we make to God. Responding first with miracles, and then returning unto us to be itself. Forgiveness, truth's reflection, tells me how to offer miracles…Your holy Son is pointed out to me, first in my brother, then in me. Your Voice instructs me patiently to hear Your Word, and give as I receive. And as I look upon Your Son today, I hear Your Voice instructing me to find the way to You, as You appointed that the way shall be: Behold his sinlessness and be you healed."

Gloria:

A Course in Miracles is so magnificent. And if I am to give what I have received, I have a lot of giving to do.

God:

I give. I give through My children. Have the intention to give, and then forget about it. Let the giving give itself. It is not meant for you to feel a great responsibility. It is to make you feel humble, not unworthy, but humble.

When one is humble, he lets Me carry the responsibility. That is surrender, focus is on My Will. The giving of My Will will flow without your working at it.

Put your attention on the receiving. You are a receiver of God's Will. You are not a doer of God's Will. I, God, am the Doer of My Will. Do not get out of breath enacting My Will. I gave you breath, and it is My Will that you do not exert.

You are responsible to Me. That is different from having the responsibility. My Will is not a burden. I do not place boulders on your shoulders. I place light there.

Without effort, without exertion, My Will is done through you. You do not pull the train. You are not the engine. I am the Engine.

I assign you to play with My words, type them, promote, make a web page, send out My query letters to My agents and My publishers. They are not yours. You have no responsibility in this but to play and enjoy. Do you hear Me in this? This is important for you.

I am telling you to keep your individuality out of this.

There is a tendency, when you feel responsible, to forgot that I am. When you think it is all yours, you get pushed down, weighted, and then you are discouraged.

Responsibility is Mine. You are givingness, and that is how you give. You are love, and that is how you love.

Do nothing in terms of My work but what you love.

I do the work, and you play.

You pale at the thought of your being responsible for HEAVEN. That is arrogance, not humility. Humility acknowledges Who is the Doer, and it is not you.

You catch My letters from the sky and put them on the computer, send out inquiries in the spirit of play, not duty.

Gloria:

This is what Karen would call neutrality, not putting my own energy in.

God:

Yes.

Gloria:

But, God, I do feel the responsibility. I feel an urgency.

God:

I take that urgency from you. I set the time table. I make all the arrangements. I tell you when and what to do. You have no concern with this.

Let it be your duty from now on to feel Scot free. You are responsible for being light and free. I insist that you do this. This is My Will. Ignore it not.

Gloria:

Thank You, dear Father. Okay, the back undone typing, thinking of it, has been something of a burden. Karen suggested just going with what is typed. My feeling is that you want HEAVEN to show the course of my growth through Your love as well as Your love and wisdom themselves.

God:

That is true.

Gloria:

It occurs to me now that maybe I should go with what I have typed, and let Book III come out first! Then I will have the resources to get back notebooks typed, and the earlier writings can be published later. Or is that anticlimatic?

Maybe I'd better get going on the Naturally Speaking Program, which, when I get it to work properly, would catch up on the back typing in a month, I think, if I cut out emails and such.

God:

Let it all sit for a while, Gloria, in ease. One day soon, not from effort, not from prayer, you will just find yourself trying out the voice program again and finding it easy. No force. No effort. Just ease. Let it happen.

Gloria:

Thank You, dear God.

Now, dear Mother Divine, what love do you have for me this morning?

Mother Divine:

All the love in the world, as every morning. And night and day. The love sent to you is sent to every child on earth in full measure with or without their signing for it or their thanks. It is apportioned out every day. I say apportioned with a laugh, because everyone gets all of it. That is how it is apportioned. No one is missed. No one gets more. How can there be more or less of all of it for each?

And no drop is wasted. It cannot evaporate or be crushed underfoot. It can be unnoticed, but it is there, freely given to those who notice and to those who do not.

God cannot withhold love. It cannot be lost. It cannot anything but flow and be noticed or unnoticed. Infinite endless love sporting over the earth, mixing earth and Heaven until they are united in truth.

Gloria:

Dear Mother Divine, this sense of responsibility that God mentioned. I feel it in many things that I do not seem to be able to keep up with. Watering my plants, cleaning house, weeding, errands, letters I owe. The undone is the responsibility.

Mother Divine:

You feel you don't meet expectations. Whose expectations are they? Not God's.

Gloria:

I have angel plaques unhung. I have winter and summer clothes unsorted —

Mother Divine:

Stop. Tell me your schedule so far this morning.

Gloria:

I've been writing since 4:30. It's 6:35 now. I snuggled with Ginger and took her out for a few minutes. And I've thought of all the things I haven't done!

Mother Divine:

Today, after you do anything, record it. Note down what time you start meditating and all and when you finish. Report back to me tonight. Keep a record of time expended on what, just as people write down the money they spend on what.

Gloria:

4:30 - 6:55 Godwriting, Ginger out, and reading over what I've written.

6:55 - 10:00 Finished whole program with everything, and some falling back to sleep.

10:00 - 10:05 Made bed. Picked up few things.

10:05 - 12:00 Prepared Sunshine and Ginger's food (all made fresh, chopped veggies etc.) Had a quick bite myself, made Kefir water. Had Court TV on while I ate and did dishes. Checked answering machine, made one quick call, answered a call, and walked Sunshine and Ginger.

12:00 - 1:30 Checked emails, wrote two urgent quickies, typed HEAVEN, proofread, forwarded it, printed it and faxed to Karen.