Wholehearted Faith
Gloria:
Dear God, You have more to say about faith?
God:
Faith is remembrance. It is pulling pieces back together. It is recollection, the collecting again of disparate parts. Faith is wholeness.
Whatever it is you have faith in, you have it wholeheartedly.
Your faith in illness is great. You are sure it is going to catch you. You even look for it.
Advertised symptoms plague you.
If My children did not have such faith in illness, they wouldn't have it.
Turn that energy of fear of illness into energy of love, and illness will be wiped off the face of the earth.
Where do you think illness comes from? It comes from thoughts keyed at a certain vibration that pull the manifestation of an equal vibration to you.
What a waste of energy is illness.
All kinds and amounts of faith are given to the human hands of the surgeon, and how much to Me, lip service aside?
Put your faith in health and in Me. They are the same.
Ill thoughts beget illness. Thoughts that compress contract illness.
Thoughts that expand allow health in. Whole thoughts make you whole.
Illness is a way for negativity to come to the surface. It is not always your own negativity.
Illness is advertised on TV. Symptoms are laid out, and you look for them.
Look for Me.
God attends you.
I operate.
The good side of illness, when push comes to shove, is that My children forsake the God of illness and lay down their objections to Me.
When there is an emergency, everyone rallies. A fire. All move in the direction of putting it out. Hearts become one. Hearts work as one and notice their Oneness.
Fit Me into your day. Open your day with Me, and close it with Me.
Sprinkle Me on your day like salt and pepper.
Associate yourself with Me for two seconds an hour. Take a dose of Me. Instead of decreasing the dosage as you feel better, keep on increasing it.
I am the milk and honey the Bible speaks of. Let Me flow over your lands, and anything less will move out of the way. And everything else is less.
Water seeks its own level. Your attention seeks its own level, its own depths or its own heighths.
I suggest you think of Me once in a while.
Gloria:
Dear God, I do see the power I give to illness, to the illness itself and also to what it must ultimately result in, and why I had better be deathly afraid of it.
God:
And all the while, the truth is that illness cannot affect you. You can make your body ill, but you are a phoenix that rises out of the ashes.
Light is light.
That flame that is you never flickers.
What you are, you are.
You are not illness nor pain nor greed nor fear nor anything but the truth of Me. No matter how hidden, no matter how deceived you are, no matter how well you deceive others, My heart beats in yours. I underlie you.
Gloria:
A serial killer, God?
God:
A serial killer has pasted thick distortions over Me. He has tricked himself. He uses for pain the same energy you use for joy. Use your energy for joy, not pain.
The power is yours. Make it glory.
Gloria:
Where is Mother Divine?
Mother Divine:
I am here. Not sleeping. Wide awake. Observing God's creation, basking in it.
That is all you have to do. Bask in the light of God. Get a tan of love.
Let's God's love stream into your heart. In and out. In and out. In one motion. That is what flow is — one motion noted many ways. In and out is a circle. That is the nature of God's love.
And life is a bigger circle.
It is a flow of hearts.
It is an exercise in love. Life is.
So exercise your love.
Love today someone you don't. Just inside, bequeath love to this other because you bequeath it to yourself, no other.
Bequeath love on the person you love least. It is easy when you put it this way.
And bequeath love on the one you love the most.
Do this mentally. It is not hugs and kisses I speak of. They are cheap. Nor do I speak of words. They are a dime a dozen.
I speak of your heart looking at another's and knowing they are the same hearts, both wanting love, asking for it in strange ways.
Fill your heart with love by giving it.
Give it freely. You cannot hoard it anyway. It likes to be given. It becomes something else when it is stagnant.
Give it to your enemies. They need it the most. And then they won't be enemies any longer because love destroys hate.
Get in the habit of love. The more you love, the more you love.
Not the show of love, but love.
Silent love.
Not secret.
Blazoned out to the world on wings of thought.
All the love you send out returns to greet you.
Experiment with sending out love. Love wants to be sent out. It wants to find itself.
Do you have something better to do than send out love? Think a moment. Are you too busy?
Be busy with love. Lift that bale with love while you are at it.
While you are at it, fill your life with love. Overflow it. Let it drown out sorrow.
Let your love lap the shore of other's hearts.
God has enough love for all, multiplied. Staggering amount of love.
Multiply God's love by extending it.
Today, try quiet, silent, sent-out, emailed love, a murmur of love from your heart flown out to comfort a crying world. Let your love wipe its tears.
Almighty love. Almighty God. All He does is share His love. Do you the same, and all that will be known is love. Nothing else. Truth will be known, and you will have discovered it. Love freed is love kept. That is how you keep love.
You do want love, don't you? Get it by giving it.
Hurl God's love around the universe like a stone in a sling. Swirl out love like waves on water. Be a tide of love. Move mountains with love.
You are love. So be it.
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Karen to Gloria:
I want to tell you and Heaven readers the follow up!
Well, after my releasing and all, I am wonderful!
I must say I have many lessons of life. I talk to God all the time, but I did need the extra input from Heaven. So I am now able to say that faith prevails, and never can we heal ourselves. Only God heals. His pure love can cure any old thing.
After releasing all the old pictures and memories from my gallbladder, I am a new person.
P.S. I love Heavenletters. It is the place where magic is created for all. It is what all vibrations of living …live for!