Beloved, dearly Beloved, Seeker of Love and Wisdom, keep your heart flowing and blossoming and your heart as light as air with the essences of sweetness of flowers at your beck and call as love mills all over the happy Universe.

No heart is to carry the weight of heaviness nor darkness. All hearts are to be full of light and love. And this is it. This is the whole story as it is reported in Heaven. This is the whole story of God, and the whole story of God and life on its high-spirited way to you and the wondrousness of enlightenment. This is the true story of the flow of life and what is God-given to you without reservation. All is set full sail for you abounding.

Consider yourself My Initiate. You have rewards coming to you. Rewards sounds like such an earth-sodden word these days on the order of a sales pitch. This is not a spiel I give to you. I give you a true testament. I give you what is ordained for you. You are not in need. You are in a good place to receive far greater than pennies from Heaven, unassailably greater than pennies from Heaven – more like wonders from Heaven, more like Godliness from Heaven, more goodness than you will ever require, rather all that which I wish to pour down upon you, who are loved so richly that you will not be able to stop smiling or crying in joy – whatever the case may be.

There is greater than solace for you, My Truly Beloved.

There are no talks of per cents or liabilities. Now it is time for My One Child to receive the pure bounties of Heaven. This is how Heaven arrives as your birthright – your sweet desserts jotted down for you before you had a soupçonof Divine Happiness. You are just coming into bloom. I have been readying Divine Happiness for you – more than you ever contemplated, more than the world has ever begun to dream of. Here it comes, sliding down the Chute of Heaven. It lands on your lap as you rise to Heaven.

You will begin to see what God hath wrought for you.

Think of your happiest moments, and you will know only less than 1% of what is rounding the corner for you with such richness of love.

We are just beginning, Beloved. Your day of reckoning is just beginning. I have always known this. You are just beginning to know. And you don’t really know anything yet. You just have an idea of the landslide of love that is on its way to you.

Whatever you have been dreaming of, you are only at the bottom of the barrel. You are just beginning. You haven’t started yet. You are just peeking at the starting line.

All the beauty and beyond all the beauty you have ever known, more than this, is on its way to you. Your mouth has never smiled quite this wide. This is about the first time you have even heard a roar of the ocean or your foot touched the water.

Never again will your heart ever sink. Never again will you know what it is to weep unless We speak of weeping for joy!

This great celebration is beginning for you. Happiness greater than what you can imagine is on its way to you. Take note.

What is higher than sublime? What is higher than the highest mountain? What is as deep as the deepest ocean? What is as sweet as the sweetest honey? You have seen sweet surprises before. Wait until your next surprises. Get ready, get set, go – for greater yet are on their way to you. Here they come!

Beloved, I hear you ask Me from the far reaches of your mind:

"Dear God, what is the sum total of life, and in particular, my life, if I can indeed call my life my own? Where does this that is called my life exist? Is my life lived within its recollection, or is it not?

"Okay, does life exist in its foretelling as well as its playing out? Or does life exist especially in my thoughts about what I think. Do my thoughts about my life recognize and resuscitate my life? Unless I think about my life, practically speaking, would my life exist? I wonder if I didn't contemplate my life, contemplate myself, would I exist?

"Life isn't exactly easy for me to put my finger on. If I didn't think about my life and aim to think about it, would I be anywhere? Actually, dear God, if somewhere is space, haven't you said that there is no time and no space? You can see that I am in a quandary.

"God, human life has to amount to more than the tick-tocking of a heartbeat.

"Will a lifetime in which is called done require my recall, or will someone's recall or a written book restore my life if it actually existed or ever did? Is life lived only in thoughts and not on its own vantage without its own formation or quite entering or leaving as if on its own?

"The expression of life in the raw exists in words all right. I've heard it. I guess this means real life as it is. As I say this expression, I have no idea what I am saying. I want to understand. If this means life can occur not in the raw, am I saying then that my life is no more than an idea or a thought I think or discover or whatever I think is going on?

"What does life consist of? Can life be Our talking together, God, and Our talking together is the sum total of life as mime as it is called?

"Is it safe to say what is called my singular life is not long and that the mind is no longer? The idea of mine is a vague gesture.

"Is it possible, dear God, that I, or anyone, live only in thought?

"When and if my life exists, can there be a pre-life and also an after-life as well? Does my life keep running along? Is my so-called life somehow continually recorded and continually playing?

"Is there a time and place where non-existence doesn't hold forth? Who stokes fire into my life?

"Is it true to say I continue to live simply in a different location on another level and perhaps for another purpose - another level of life, another dimension? Is life all-dimensioned at the same time, as if playing out here and there in many stages?

"God, you have also said that there is no beginning to life and no ending. Is life not performed on any stage then? Is life a total thought-process? Can it be there is no action, no activity that goes on - only in a thought of it?

"I am in a quandary. I want real life to be true. I do. Yet I don't want it stored. I don't really even know what I am saying as I say it.

"When I come down to it, do I really know what anything means or just take a stab at it?"

Beloved, I know your Oneness like you know the nose on your face. You are just catching on to Oneness. You don't yet know every inch or mountain of Our Oneness. Go ahead, take center stage. Express yourself now as far as your questions take you. You, valiant Godwriter, write!

At this moment, you, My Godwriter, informally speak and question and grasp that the words you write down come from a higher Consciousness and a bigger Source than your individual personality.

Ponder now outloud:

"Beloved God, now my fingers type on the keyboard, God, yet I also understand that it is You, God, Who furnishes every Godwriter the opportunity of making typos hand over fist. I guess my fingers are the culprit. I take the responsibility for this.

"More than this, I can't believe that you require anyone to type manually on your behalf in the first place.

"You can just think, and the keyboard would automatically go to town. You don't have to make effort. You are God. You created Earth and all that goes with it by Your desiring it in the first place. You didn't rely on anyone else. All you had to do was to think your thoughts. That was it. I would think you would only want to think your thoughts right now, and, voila, a Heavenletter appears in perfect formation. You wouldn't have to call on a mortal go-between. I would think You could just think Your thoughts and the keyboard would tap them out perfectly at Your request.

"It must be my fingers that fly on and off doing all this making of typos.

"Beloved God, all the touch-typing I took in night school when I was in high school, all that I was so good at - I have lost all this, lost my skill. What I was so good at has been forgotten in the heat of typing for You.

"I would be obliged if you would get my typing back to accuracy.

"Somewhere in my life, I heard something like this:

"In the question is the answer. I feel now that in my asking why You need an intermediary in the first place, the stenographer, a Human Being, now I get why you do or perhaps You personally do not need a stenographer. Of course you don't for yourself. You don't need. You desire. Of course, God, you desire your child's Consciousness to grow. Each single Human Being on Earth is here on Earth for something. Everyone matters deeply and wildly to You, God. You desire Our Consciousness to awaken to its full realization, full steam ahead.

"You want Me, everyone, to know there is more to life than what I have seen before my eyes. You God, always knew We were One. I am just learning. You want me and everyone to recognize this knowledge more than anything and to seek and accept the world as I know it to be."

Beloveds, Godwriters who write down for Me know only what they hear Me say. I, God, on the other hand, have the whole picture all at once in what could be called in an instant. A fine, deep Godwriter who hears me well may pick up a piece at a time and then another piece of the puzzle as he or she waits for Me to plop more down. Therefore, even the most sentient of Godwriters knows the short of it and not the long of it. It may be like this, yet not always. One or another Godwriter may hear me in one long patch.

However a Heavenletter reaches a Godwriter, the Godwriter is glad just so long as it comes. I am glad, too. Anything can occur in Godwriting.

As you Godwrite, sometimes you may feel as though you are like a detective pulling clues together. Something or another occurs to you, and you notice it begins to fit in somewhere. A thought pops into a Godwriter's head. You hadn't asked for it, yet isn't it an everyday occurrence in regular life, too, that one thought climbs in after another? What is inspiration but one thought climbing in after another or one thought skipping away, and you don't know how, where nor why?

No matter, every single Heavenletter is a written Heavenletter. I give it to you, and you write it down at My request.

Surely, I am whispering into your ear, sometimes lickety-split, and you can hardly catch a breath. Each Heavenletter, or part of a Heavenletter you write down, writes itself as it gets stirred up. A Heavenletter may be whipped up by a magic blender all at once. Who but I can do this?

Sometimes a budding Heavenletter feels it is overly short, and you may discover, to your surprise, that it is much longer than your initial experience of it. You remember days that would speed by and a whole morning that might take forever. This is the relative world for you. An hour can be a minute. A minute can last an hour. What in the world cannot be topsy-turvy, and any which way? Yes, let a Godwriting be what it wants to be, not a way you might prefer.

A Godwriter isn't a numbers counter or an engineer. A Godwriter takes what comes.

A Godwriter is more like Einstein when Einstein would lie on his back in a rowboat and go where the stream took him until he reached his beautiful destination. This may, indeed, be how Einstein's ideas came to him. Einstein knew how to idle and come out ahead.

I may well advise you to go as fast as you can in Godwriting. This is to get you away from trying too hard. Beloved, I mean for you to leave the left-brain world where you may not know how to get out of town from. This is something like moving out from the hum of busy New York City into a vast quiet meadow lane. Have I made the point?

The way to be bring forth great Godwriting is just by letting go without an ounce of having to do anything to it. Letting go is the way. Einstein was more laissez-faire and easy going.

I would say the surest way to feel frustrated with Godwriting is to strive to be the greatest. A positive attitude is fantastic. Having to be the super best Godwriter in the world may well incite you to be frustrated. It's one thing to be Muhammed Ali, who wanted to be the Greatest boxer in the world. He can exercise his muscles. He can keep picturing his success. In contrast, a Godwriter's practice or training for Godwriting is his or her whole life.

Beloved, you know that when all is said and done, of course, you do hold some responsibility for the hard road your life may go down. You know better by now than to think that you are totally free of responsibility for your life. You contribute somehow, in some way, somewhat, sometimes, now and again in one way or another.

You’ve got the idea. There are ways you carry some of the weight, not all, yet some, a little. Of course, there are those in your life who seem to irritate you right and left and again and again all right.

However, if you get hot under the collar often or more, you may well have a speaking acquaintance with anger as it lives within you at its outset. If so, perhaps you stand on a slippery slope. Beloved, at the least, have the idea that there may be something you want to take a second look at while you are at it.

I know you are a good guy. I care for you with all My might. Yes, you may see that someone else has an easier-appearing life than yours. By no means does this mean that I care less for you or that I care more for someone else. The way of the world is that you don’t have the whole story. It is the way of the world to have only a partial story. This happens. So it appears to you. Mostly My children don’t know what the whole story looks like by a mile. You just know how it looks to you from where you happen to sit. Something has to give, and it may be you, Beloved. You may have come to the time when it makes sense for you to at least take a look at eating humble pie. There may be times to take a look at eating humble pie.

The world is how it sees itself. To some degree right now, you have some stuff, and everyone else has his stuff as well. You could also be perfect to some degree. This may indeed be an optimum moment for you right now. I also anticipate a landslide of greater and greater happiness strolling down for you. Root for yourself, yes. Yes, I will all this for you on your personal behalf and also for the grace of the world.

If someone is often annoyed with you, you don’t have to be his fall guy. He has his stuff, too. If another constantly seems to enact anger in you, well, here you go again. You may have thought long ago that you would never get your foot caught in such a vise again, yet something is off. Sometimes you wonder if you will ever reach the finish line and be at peace. You may say to yourself a lot in life:

“God willing.”

You have come a long ways. The other offending party may well have as well. Just now We are talking about you.

God is willing. I, God, affirm that I am willing. I want happiness to reign. Not here and there – but everywhere. Not now and then, but across the board.

Here’s a metaphor that came to Me to express the Agreement of God and Child in life when God and Child come together to fold a king-sized fitted sheet together: We come up to each other in agreement. Our two pairs of hands lift the fold of the sheet high above the ground. We clasp hands together in the center as a symbol of Infinite Oneness of Peace and Love that spring up eternally right here within Our One Beautiful Heart.