Gloria:

Dear God, Karen wrote to my daughter a while back and suggested that, when things aren't going right, to picture Your light, and then step by step, put the offending situations and people into Your light. That is such a graphic lovely way to turn our troubles over to You.

God:

Yes, I am My light. And My light melts all that is less. And anything that is not My light is less.

Dealing on the surface of life doesn't begin to work so well. Dealing on the surface of life is being hamstrung. It is like finding a dropped stitch in a sweater that you dropped long before, and you have to go all the way back and undo every little stitch to get back to fix the one mistake, the one stitch you overlooked. And then maybe you drop another in the process.

Turning over to Me, depositing dropped stitches in My light, is immediate and allows you not to mend, not repair, but to transform. This is true magic. This is the true wand, to take My light and drop your imagined troubles and others' offenses into My flame.

This is true doing unto others as you yourself would wish to be done to. Wouldn't you love to be moved into My light any time you made a slip?

Putting into My light is the opposite of harboring. This way you do not harbor. You free.

My light is not blinding. My light washes eyes and hearts.

Gloria:

So, by putting someone in Your light, we also move into Your light.

The same situation that bothers me might not bother someone else.

God:

The same situation might not even arise for someone else. The situation really exists within you.

Gloria:

These situations — they just stimulate something within us that needs to go out?

God:

You can say that.

Gloria:

I feel ashamed to go back to my small stuff, God, but here I go. My neighbor seems to allow their friends to park in my driveway. We share a driveway part-way but then there is parking on their property and parking on mine, and whenever I am blocked by one of their cars, or even just see one of their cars in my space, I feel upset. I have this proprietary thing.

When I am expecting more than four cars, at a workshop for instance, I suggest that people park around the corner etc.

So, dear God, here's another case where I judge I'm good, considerate, thoughtful, and someone else isn't.

So now I am picturing Your beautiful light, dear God, and putting the neighbors and their cars and their friends' cars into Your light…It's not happening easily.

God:

Take one at a time. Take the neighbor couple one at a time.

Gloria:

Okay, I can take the wife by the hand and bring her into Your light. The husband, well, it's like he refuses to go.

God:

Move My light over to their property.

Gloria:

It still feels that the husband is resistant, backing off, but he does enter the fringe of Your light, kind of shading himself.

God:

Now move around My light with them in it as you would a flashlight. Now lift the light up with them in it, above property lines, where you do not feel infringed, and you step into My light with them. Whenever you feel your internal aggravation, repeat My light.

Gloria:

God, you tell us to share. Perhaps these incidents are removing my blocks to sharing. Perhaps I am to get over it.

God:

It is not that you are too proprietary. It is that you think others can take what is yours, walk over you (or drive over you) because you are not sure what is your right. You feel disrespected, and you are not sure that you are worthy to be respected. You were not brought up with the respect to have anything that was yours.

It is thoughtless of your neighbors to park on your property, and you are affronted. What causes them to overstep is not your concern.

Maybe someone else would not be bothered, but you are. Maybe you have to learn your rights, and not learn to give them away.

You can only share with your heart. Your heart is not sharing your physical property. And it does not have to, dear Gloria. You do not have to. You can be divine and want your own parking space. It's okay.

Gloria:

God, I feel if I had a husband, the neighbors wouldn't dream of parking in my space.

God:

Perhaps not. But you have a God. Remember you have a God. I give you My light. Fill it as you require. Know you are never without it. Put My light around you like a beautiful shawl. It will give you all the protection you need. Picture My light around your property. It is a beautiful light. All would like to enter it. But all respect it, you and your property, lit by My light.

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Bev to God:

Dear God, I loved Phil's comment on 6/29 about how when we have a "personal relationship with the Source, we leave the boundary of the intellect and enter the world of true knowledge" and that this will be the basis of the next evolutionary step for the world. This helped to make more concrete the experience that I have been having lately.

My life doesn't seem to be coming from my intellect or even my heart so much anymore, but from some deeper, simpler, more basic place. I'm finding that the "world of true knowledge" is the day-to-day act of living life more in Oneness with You.

Phil's comment helps me to surrender and trust this experience even more.

God to Bev:

Trust Me even more.

Diane to God:

Dear God, Your words July 4 and 5 about following You through the woods stir a memory of last week when I was walking my path in the woods. I consider my walk a spiritual practice, much like a sacred labyrinth. On the first half of the circle I was steeped in my sadness of missing my little three-year old daughter Molly who died last November. I sat on my rock by the stream and cried, and I felt that I would always feel bereft.

I called to You and asked for help. I said I was tired of this place and wanted to be done with the sadness.

I got off my rock and kept walking. When I reached the mid-point of my circle, which, by the way, is a clearing, I felt a shift like an engine moving me forward. A God-engine clicked in, and I immediately felt that all was well. My thought was that the sadness will always be there as part of my ego but will only be activated if I disengage from You. I felt so uplifted on the second half of my circle. And I continue to feel uplifted a week later.

I am so grateful for the whole circle. The walk through the woods, the darkness, the asking for help, the "clearing", Your hands reaching down and pulling me up, the lightness of being on God-Power, and "coming out of the woods". I feel blessed, I feel guided. Thank You.

God to Diane:

God-Power, a God-Engine, and your openness is the fuel.

Nancy O. to Heavenreaders:

Wow! Tina, thank you for sharing that wonderful insight yesterday! Powerful! The difference between our daily thoughts and our God thoughts! And thanks to God for clarifying again how to understand His Magnificence and to make it part of our daily existence.

We are ONE. While Gloria is only His sorter, so are we in our daily work, sorters. But when we see each other allowing God through us — Gloria, Tina, Diane, Lucile, Ruth, all of us — it is so beautiful. We are so beautiful. We are One with God. So that even as we "sort", we can be the loving arms of God here for ourselves and those around us.

I am so thankful to be a Heavenreader disciple. Thank You, God, for Your uniting us in Your magnificence! How fortunate we are to be daily reassured of this great Love!

God to Nancy O.:

Yes, united in My magnificence. Yes.

Gloria to God:

I am wondering if letters like these from Heavenreaders are not Heavenletters themselves.

God:

The Heavenreaders' thoughts reach My own, meet My own, consolidate with My Own, and then whose thought or awakening is it? After all, it is all Mine.