Gloria to Mother Divine:

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

Mother Divine:

Read over yesterday morning's message and apply it.

Gloria:

I read it over, and it's wonderful. I feel happy reading it. Does reading what you say put one into another state of consciousness? does it make one transcend?

Mother Divine:

It sets your head and heart right. It puts you in a more useful frame of mind. When you read it — or hear it firsthand — you are in the moment rather than half and half somewhere else.

This writing is a beautiful broad focus for you. It melts you. It attunes your heart and mind with mine. It alters your waves for a while until, more and more, you live in the waves of Mother Divine and God.

Gloria:

To have your vibrations? Is that what you mean by wave?

Mother Divine:

Let us say interference is removed so the wave length is heard loud and clear. Whatever fragments were in the way, they are removed, cleared out. All clear. It is a question of harmonics.

Gloria:

Love then is a note, a chord?

Mother Divine:

Love is a cleared pathway. It is a knowingness, a recognition of one's soul to another's. A recognition of God. Love is a melting into God. A warming unto God.

Discordant notes may also stimulate awareness of concordant notes. Accord is agreement of sound value.

Or, it is seeing Oneness instead of discrepancy.

Or, it is seeing invisible rays.

Or, it is a joining of sorts.
Enlisting.
Enrolling.
Choosing.
Accepting.
Relinquishing.
Relating.
Relaxing.
Breathing.
Sinking.
Sinking into love.
Arising to love.
Moving into love.
Staying still in love.

In love.
Enter it.
Be it.
Be a melting pot of love.
A ladleful of love.
A whisper of love.
A hint of love.
A dab of love.
A dot of love.
An undot of love.
A nothingness of love.
An everythingness of love.

Take your love out of the refrigerator and warm it on the stove.
On simmer.
Leave it there.
Stir it.
Serve it.
Spoon it out.
Splash it.
Taste it.
Serve more.

The more you serve
the more there is.

It spills over.

It runs all over the place.
Down the stove.
Across the floor.
Under the door.
Down the steps.
On the street.
Up hill and down dale.
Covers the land.
Fills the ponds.
Floods the homes.
Until there is
Nowhere without love

Until there is all love
love all over
everywhere
infinite unbounded love
has taken over
and it is impossible to
know anything else
to say anything but love
every sound says lov
love itself speaks of love
and love enters man
and washes hearts and eyes
and shines so bright
that the Sun has to blink.

Love descends.
Overcomes.
Chases.
Catches.
Flies high.
Flies low.

Love plays tag,
Tic-tac-toe.

Love is a bouncing ball.
A frisbee.
A kite.
A contagion.
A mania.
A windstorm.
A day at the beach
an ocean and the shore
and the sky
and the clouds
and the day
and the night
and the setting and rising suns
and the waves on the shore
and the equal waves in the heart
that beat a drum of love
heard in every corner.
nook, and cranny of the
world, of galaxies
of beyond i.e. the human heart.

The human heart is
the drum, the beat of
the drum, the
reverberation drum
drum drum

The violin is also the
Heart as it twings and
zings and gallops

The harp zithers love

The piano keys thump love
up and down the ivories
of themselves

The horn pumps love
spurts it

The oboe winds
love in circles.
spheres up and up

And the flute.
the flute breathes
love and swells the
world with it

And the human
voice, the flute of
all, winds its way
and sings of
the glory of God
in every octave
its throat utters
in every cry of
the soul in
every plaintive note
and lullaby and all
that jazz.

God:

This is how you live life, Gloria, like this poem of Mother Divine's. You did not know what was coming next. You did not plan it, order, arrange it.

You received it and accepted it even though you had whispers of thoughts that it made no sense, but you went with it, and thus it has been written, the note played, a life lived.

Live your life in the moments of its unfolding, in the grip of its moments of coming into being.

Life is free-flow. It is not arranged, pre-cut.

Life has infinite possibilities.

It is not a chained event. It is not an appointment. It is not a calendar.

It is an open page.

And the soul gets up to meet life and greet life and shake its hand.

The soul doesn't wait for life to dawn. It dawns life. It dons life.

It doesn't matter where, but the soul opens its mouth to life and lets life in and drinks it, chews it, bites it, swallows it, and asks for more.

The soul turns life on like a lamp. The soul doesn't wait for the lamp to light up. It waits for nothing. It goes out and finds what it finds and so waits for everything!

Unwrap the layers of life. Open them up and see what's there. Don't be afraid to open it. Don't be afraid to look. Make a blind date with life, and keep it.

Live life, not endure it.

Live life, not wait for it.

Live life, don't disparage it.

Live life, laugh with it, spend it, rumple it, devour it.

Chop life down.

Live life up.

Climb it.

Climb to the top of it.

Will you grab life today and catch it and let it roll?

Later…

A Course in Miracles, Lesson 292:
"A happy outcome to all things is sure…Help us not interfere, and so delay the happy endings."

Gloria to God:

Dear God, the happy outcome is being with You?

God:

Yes.

Gloria:

It doesn't mean that what we perceive here as happy will necessarily happen, is that right?

God:

Yes. And you will not be tied to the outcomes perceived here on earth. Within that very happiness you perceive on earth lies its loss. Earthly joys are not lasting, are they, Gloria?

Gloria:

No.

God:

By their very transiency lies their demise. Life on earth is in hopes, skips, and jumps. Its very nature is change. The rose blooms and fades. That there will be another triumph of a rose the next summer doesn't ease the heart from the fading of that particular one.

Seasons come and go, and leaves wither.

The wonderful new dream car now lies out of style and rusty.

The joys of earth come and go, and pleasure you and pain you.

The treasures of the soul last. Love lasts somewhere and is transformed into new love and is therefore eternal.

Where there is permancy, eternal permancy, lies the happy outcome. You come Home to God and all love and all peace and significance.

While on earth, while roaming its markets and scenery, you can embrace the totality of God and watch the ephermerality weave its way past and you can know its core.

Within the fleeting is God. And where fleeting is not known is your Home with God and where you truly are.

The happy outcome goes beyond the happy and sad events. It is a state. You can call it a place. You do. You call it Heaven. It is where the beginning and ending meet. It is where only goodness is, and beauty and love and joy, not as events, not as conditions but as Reality, where all the throngs meet as One, the solidarity of One, and where it is seen that all of relative life was a just a string fishing in a lake called Relative Life, and where the fisherman was always up in his Heaven but got caught up in his own fishing line.

It is enough to know that whatever happiness you have enjoyed on earth, there are volumes more in number and heighths that you cannot conceive, and they await you.

Gloria:

But one can have it now while on earth, dear Father?

God:

Certainly. The end of illusion is within your grasp right now. You can choose it, and be lifted into Heaven while your body resides on earth.

Look for Me. Look for joy. Look for good. Look for eternity because that is the truth of yourself. See with My eyes and speak with My lips, hear with My earns, and love with My heart. All this I offer to you, My joy. Come find Me everywhere.

Later…

Gloria:

Dear Heavenly Father, tomorrow I will focus on a query letter to HayHouse Publishing. I am feeling a little distraught again that others may not appreciate Your words to the degree I do. Forgive me for feeling this way. It won't matter because I will get it out for You.

God:

You are more receptive to My words than many. My words and I are dearer to you than many, but, once read, the words affect them whether they know it or not.

Remember, your responsibility is to send out. Leave the rest to Me. Have confidence in Me. You don't have enough in yourself, but, at least, have enough in Me.

You pick up the love in My heart. It titilates you. Not everyone picks up the heart value as do you. The heart value is where it's at.

Be not discouraged. Keep your heart value, and let Me nourish it.

Remember your purpose to write My words, type them, and send them out. You are not responsible after that. Later you will be called on to read My words out loud, and you will do that.

The hardest part is now. Later it will be easy. Once the ball is rolling, there is nothing to it. Trust Me to get the ball rolling.