Gloria to God:

Dear God, how fast the days and weeks go.

God:

An illusion. Time doesn't fly. You do. You move on a road of time. You have time flashes, so to speak. Time is a concept, mutually agreed upon, proven even. But you really know it is something of your making because it is so changeable. It goes fast, it goes slow. Pass an imaginary boundary on a map, and you have to wind your clock back or ahead.

What a fraud time is, one that everyone has bought. Talk about chain letters. Time is a chain fantasy.

Gloria:

Space too?

God:

All of it is fiction. That is what the world is. You know what truth is.

Gloria:

Right now I heard a car go by, and it seemed like such a strange thing, like I was in science fiction, and I was either from the past or the future, and yet the sound of the car passing was very dear to me.

I think of who was in that car at 4:30 a.m. Where were they going to or where were they coming from? All the energy it takes, getting dressed, finding the car keys, opening and closing doors, getting in, learning how to drive in the first place, buying the car, how many hours it was worked for. Oh, it is better not to think, dear God.

God:

Except to think of Me. When you think of Me, it doesn't use energy. It is so easy. Costs nothing. Gives everything.

I am the gas station of the soul.

There is no lid to open. No crank to pull. No spillages. No fumes.

Thinking of Me, which is really hearting of Me, is entering another dimension. You step into a different passage. The elevator takes you between floors or to an unmarked floor. Thinking of Me is a safari to a different land which is yet so familiar, you know you have never left it. You have never been anywhere else.

A Course in Miracles, Lesson 326:
"I am forever an Effect of God. Father, I was created in Your Mind, a holy Thought that has never left Its home. I am forever Your Effect, and You forever and forever are My Cause. As You created me, I have remained. Where You established me, I still abide. And all Your attributes abide in me, because it is Your Will to have a Son so like the Cause that Cause and Its Effect are indistinguishable. Let me know that I am Effect of God, and so I have the power to create like You. And as it is in Heaven, so on earth. Your plan I follow here, and at the end I know that You will gather Your Effects into the tranquil Heaven of Your Love, where earth will vanish, and all separate thoughts unite in glory as the Son of God…Let us today behold earth disappear, at first transformed, and then, forgiven, fade entirely into God's holy Will."

Gloria:

Wow!

God:

I said, "Wow," and creation manifested. I said, "Wow," and you appeared. I said, "Whoopee", and My creation continued to grow and travel back — or stay in place — to Me.

The world is all mirror tricks. The world is a mirror. Wherever you look, there you are.

Gloria:

Dear God, I had a powerful dream last night. I wanted to call it a bad dream. [In my notebook, I went into great lengths about this dream, the people, the furniture, my discomfort, an explosion of fire, my concern for Sunshine and Ginger.] What does that dream mean, and why did I write it down in such great length and detail?

God:

Do you really want to go into that?

Gloria:

No.

God:

It was a dream. It did its work, and you can let it go by.

Gloria to Mother Divine:

Dear Mother Divine, what would you like to tell me?

Mother Divine:

How "wise" is the world and innocent is God. God is never clever. He is simple innocence. He Who created Everything watches Everything roll back to Him, like waves returning to the shore. He delights in Everything. He sees you, not your life as you see it, but you. He sees what He created and not what you made. He sees Himself in the mirror of the world. He sees no difference. How innocent is the All-Knowing God, the Father of Creation.

Gloria:

Dear God, I realize that dreams are of the relative. I would not ask you to explain the mechanics of automobile repair, and a dream is of that category. I would not ask You to explain human physiology but rather the soul.

God:

You want Me to explain Myself to you. That is what you ask. You want to know Me. Some come to know Me through mechanics. In whatever way someone comes to know Me is good. I am discoverable in all things. In dreams and car mechanics and human physiology.

Later…

Gloria:

Dearest God, what would You like to tell me tonight? (And thank You. Sunshine is almost back to his old self.)

God:

How does it feel getting your letter out to the literary agents?

Gloria:

It feels good, but my heart is still with Ethan Ellenberg!

God:

Your letter will stir many hearts. It is starting. A vibration is gaining momentum by your very sending out.

Gloria:

Now I need to get a book together so when they ask for it, I have it to give!

God:

Get it ready. It will be asked for.

Gloria:

I am happy.

God:

That is the natural state.

Gloria:

I also need to write and have ready how this all came about, as much as I know anyway. I thought that story would be an introduction, but now I think it's a first chapter, that that is indeed the beginning of HEAVEN. I have been writing it in my mind.

God:

You will have a good time writing that. Isn't it interesting how writing is your avenue? Isn't it just right?

Gloria:

It is perfect, dear God.

God:

Yes, it is perfect.

Gloria to Mother Divine:

Dear Mother Divine, what would you like to tell me?

Mother Divine:

Flower petals open, and life unfolds. Life opens like a many-petalled flower. Sheaves open and more and more.

That is how hearts open too. A little tendril here. One, there. A vine that bursts forth in bloom and climbs higher to the sun.

A vine to Heaven. A swing to Heaven. A glider to Heaven. A slide to Heaven. A Sailing to Heaven. A simple lifting. A growing. Eyes opening to Heaven. A lighted way to Heaven. An invisible rope lighted by the heart. A swaying to Heaven. A leaning to it. A yielding to it.

Yes, yield to Heaven. Give way to Heaven. Abandon yourself to Heaven. Abscond to Heaven. Elope to Heaven. Graze in Heaven. Amble there. Opt for Heaven.

It is a possibility that Heaven is yours.