Beloved, when you want to Godwrite merrily along, you may come to a place where full-blossoming Godwriting isn't seeming to blossom. Where did it go? Naturally, you want Godwriting to be ongoing. Naturally, so do I want Godwriting to be ongoing. It is I, God, whose Godwriting you write down as it calls to you.

Be assured that you will feel the stirring that cannot be withheld from you. You have eons of Godwriting before you. There is no running out.

Vastness will pop into your head. Remember, nothing is lost. Godwriting will visit you again and again.

Increasingly, you may notice I pick up the pace of Godwriting about Godwriting.

Godwriting is uppermost in My heart and mind. Godwriting is a favorite theme of Mine. I rejoice in it. Within the sweet, easy process of Godwriting, Our One Heart touches base.

There were more recent times in the world when the idea of personal communion with Me was seen as going off track, as if this carried an air of disapproval, as if to do so was impertinent, as if listening in on Me amounted to eavesdropping. If not plain out forbidden, it carried at least a stern air of disapproval, as if access closer to God had to be an exclusive knack reserved only for special people. For so-called ordinary people, it was possibly seen as inopportune or fraudulent or a sign of mental frailty.

Beloved, what is Godwriting, after all, but simply coming closer to God? Come!

I invite all. I embrace all. I call out to you. I call on you. Here! I’m over here. Behold! I pat My hand on the pew beside me as I beckon you to Me in Oneness. I call on you again and again.

Assuredly, there is benefit for all to desire to move closer to Me. This is Mydesire. It cannot be otherwise. No one can make a mistake by yearning to come to Me. Without exception, closer to Me is where I want you and where you belong. No one is to take asunder what I put together.

My light shines on all.

Know this: Every Soul will receive Me, and every Soul does. I give Myself fully to every single Soul. Regardless of how you may see it, there is no least. Someone in a coma may be communicating deeply to the benefit of the world.

At the same time as We are One, I am God Almighty, and God Almighty welcomes all. I do not have a secret society. No one is kept away, evicted, overlooked. The more the merrier.

A chain of love enjoins all throughout the Universe, including the Whole of Heaven and Consciousness. The extant world may make categories of one kind or another. I don’t. Simple Oneness is A-0K with Me.

“Oneness is Mine,” sayeth the Lord.

What is Godwriting but Oneness?

There is no best in My statutes, and there is no least.

The heart is simple. The heart is King. The heart is the simplest of all. Join with Me in love. Is there something greater than love?

You do not have to be a perfect Godwriter. My Presence will return to you full-blast on its own. In fact, as it is, never do I leave you in the first place.

Beloved, no doubt about it, you are a diamond. You are a bona fide diamond.

On occasion, you may also be a diamond-in-the-rough. You may come across rough. You assume resistance within yourself. You find that which to fuss about. You find fault. You may create difficulties. I know you are well-intentioned. You want to stop arguing with yourself, and so you must. Express away without overdoing it.

Yes, of course, you are to assert yourself. More importantly than speaking, your purpose is to listen and to set an example of listening.

Come together to meet together with the idea of being a team. When your purpose is to pull a heavy wagon together, be a team of horses who know well enough to pull in the same direction in order to get the job done. They are clear. They pull together. Be clear about what makes sense.

How do you, as a member of a team, contribute to the whole? As an individual, you may be a high-stepping prancer. When your task is to lead a parade, prance to your heart's content.

At meetings, whatever your personal style may be, you have a task to fulfill. Your purpose is to listen, and your purpose is to express. Your purpose is also to keep the vibration of respect high.

Honestly, respect yourself first. What self-respecting person would make a situation difficult for anyone else? Find peace to give.

Not everyone slept well last night. Not everyone has a loving home. Abraham Lincoln had a difficult home life. It isn't your purpose in life to repair anyone's home life.

Give good will to every soul you meet. You don't have to cater or placate. It could be that your own life isn't peachy keen. You can, however, be an uplifting presence and not discourage another.

Yes, Beloved, I am at the helm. Still, give Me a hand. Why not you, dear one, wherever you are? Why not you, dear one, lead the way?

Be a breath of fresh air. Pull out the chairs. Pour the tea. Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.

It takes so little to save the world. It is no sacrifice. What is this pride you give homage to? Beloved, what do you think you are giving up? Perhaps you were offended once. Be you not too proud to let offense go. Offense is not yours to collect. Offense is yours to let go of.

If you must collect, collect good nature and give it away right and left.

When someone has a headache, I know you would give him or her an aspirin regardless of any long-ago hurts.

Now is the time to let go of hard feelings. Hard feelings do not serve.

Say fare thee well to hard feelings.

Get stumbling blocks out of the way. Begin anew. Empty the trash. Clear out closets. You don't require excess baggage. Blocks are blocks. They hamper you.

Today is a new day. Enough of the old. Who wants yesterday's heated-up food? Who wants to rehash yesterday's old fragments? Start over today.

Rise with the Sun. Arise to the occasion. Start over. I know you don't want wrinkles. Don't culture them. No one wants you to have them. Smile instead.

Beloved, life isn't out to get the better of you. It seems to Me that you tend to repeat gossip heaped on you and/or someone else.

Sometimes you feel that life is hard on you, yet I see you pick on yourself. Beloved, sometime you beat yourself up. Life isn't all that hard to please. You are the one who may be so hard to please - not life.

Sometimes it's almost as if you call a halt to yourself, like you will not leave yourself alone. You seem to require to refute whatever hardship is heaped on you and won't be done with it. You may blame life and people for not giving you slack, yet it may be you who pushes your shoulders to the mat.

Yes, it's true that others can be unkind. Yet it is not always others who have a bee in their bonnet. You also do a good job of not letting go. You may keep unfairness to you. You may be the hardest of all on yourself. You do not give yourself a fair shake. You may find it hard to get over something. Release yourself by first letting others' trespasses go.

However, you may be the one who harps on this state of affairs. You say, "Shame on those who are cruel." Why would you keep anyone's false banner waving on your porch? Change the subject. Now it is for you to get on the good side of yourself.

Surely, you have heard Me say: "Let the past go!"

Let the past go once and for all. No longer obligate yourself to fight with the past and to continue to go over it in your mind and, therefore, to play the fall guy.

How many times have you heard not to take so much to heart?

No longer stab yourself with sharp swords. Who is the prosecutor now? Because others build a case against you doesn't mean you have to play it over and over again in your mind and so disparage yourself.

You've heard the refrain: "Let My people go."

Now I say: "Let yourself go." No more anguish. Throw out the past and not yourself.

Under no circumstances are you to categorize yourself as a martyr. Absolutely don't prove to yourself or anyone that you have been a martyr.

Stand tall.

Let go of unkindness heaped on you. Don't be party to it. There is need for you to support others' possible hard feelings.

Climb up another tree. To forgive others their trespasses now means to change the story you tell yourself about yourself.

Remove others' trespasses from your mind. No one else is the writer of your story. You are! The story I tell of you is quite different from the one you tell yourself.

In Whom do you trust? Keep My Words in your heart. Get others' gossip out of your head. This is the meaning of forgiveness. Forgive yourself for having been thought about unkindly. Be done. You require no retribution. Your kindness to those who might have held a dim view of you is to stop thinking about them. This is another spin on: "Let My people go." I ask you to let My people go.

What vibration do you wish to pass out to the world? Be in the company of well-wishers. Be an example of how to deal rightly with false testimony.

Don't repeat it even once. Most especially refrain from perpetuating bad-mouthing of yourself.

"Beloved, let My people go! Let yourself go."

You have glad tidings to give and not hard feelings to repeat.

Come with Me to the treasure troves.

Beloved, We love. I am love. You are love. Why isn’t this always widely accepted in the world? I would love to see more given in love and less inquisition into love. It seems to Me that there is a lot of shying away from love, hesitation about love, a lot of wondering whether you really have ever been loved or ever given love, as if perhaps all you’ve been doing is hanging around the edges of love yet not yourself ever fully giving yourself as one who is ever fully loving except here or there.

You have given better examples of love than you claim to.

Perhaps you have seen those to whom love is a natural event. As for you, love in the world hasn’t exactly portrayed itself like a duck taking to water.

Loving doesn’t seem to be automatic for you. For you, love has been a weight that you have not yet quite fulfilled, at least as love is often revealed in books.

You wonder if you have a tendency to skirt around love, that love is more a token to you than love itself. You would love to abound in nice, easy, quiet peaceful love.

In fact, love seems to have been more of a burden to you that you try to keep up with.

As a matter of fact, the only love that has been opportune for you may have come to be your love for Me. Well, that isn’t anything to complain about, the grace of God. You are not anonymous to me, Beloved, Beloved, Beloved.

You must grasp that love is not a finite thing. You don’t have to question love so much. Stop asking yourself so many questions about the love in your heart. You can say honestly that you feel a great deal of compassion for everyone alive, well, except for yourself sometimes perhaps.

You may feel you have to whip yourself into shape before you can love or be loved.

You have been disappointed in love, as if true love hasn’t been reserved for you.

The individual love you have been bound to in the world hasn’t exactly been holy.

Only recently did you have the idea that it is My love you have been seeking to and fro. You didn’t have a name for it. Consciously, you thought that love in the world is the high point when Our One love is It. You have seen, that for some others as well, it has been perilous to love in the world.

What were you doing here in the world, feeling that you don’t exactly belong in the world, yet rather that you are out of it, not in sync with it, that the word love is not a song you know how to sing?

I am for you. As it is, you kept Our Ideal love hidden from yourself when the giving of love is to preoccupy you. You are consumed in love to the degree that you don’t exactly see the very gist of your life. You don’t know how to clap your hands for yourself.

Beloved, you are held in the arms of love. Perhaps the cherry tree doesn’t notice its own blossoms. Then the cherry tree isn’t looking in the right places. The cherry tree may look at other cherry trees and see their blossoming and not its own.

Dear, why be so investigative? Why so much comparison? Well, oh, yes, this is the way of the world.

Come closer to Me where you can see yourself close up as I see you.

Where is Heaven? Why, you are Heaven. You are your glimpse of it.

Let’s quiet your mind, your inquisitive mind that hacks away at your Heart of Gold.

Beloved, why are you delving into love when love is a given? To receive or to give love are not so different as you may think. Love is not a contest. It is a not a test. You are love on Earth or in Heaven. Love is your expressed DNA.

Where else can you be but in the world and be Oneness and also carry a unique fingerprint? See, this is what I mean when I say:

"Why, oh, why, do you question so much? Accept all this much instead. If you are born to the world, no matter, you are love in the grand design. You are here to love. Just be it. Swim in the Ocean of Love. It is for you, and you are for it."

Wherever I am, you are. The birds that sing know they are messengers of My love. What wiggling puppy does not know that he is love, and that's it? What flower does not recognize its scent? Why would you, a Human Being, be the last to know? Decide now to head the list.

Imagine a portrait of yourself with your title, God's Love, under it. This is all you have to know. There is nothing else you can be. This is Who you are. Hello, this is the long and short of it.

Do you debate with Me? Why would you? Am I not the Source of All? Oneness exists. There are no exceptions. Only you may think you fantasize what is not so. You put the cart before the horse. Believe in yourself as I believe in you. Do you really disbelieve Me?

Well, Who do you think is carrying you? The One and the Same One God, the Oneness of One. No One is omitted.

This is My clarion call. The One of One is My clarion call. Your heart is wide open. Acknowledge this. My One Heart is wide open. This is Reality. Your heart is wide open to Mine, and My heart is yours in service to Oneness, and this is life as seen from the treetops.

No matter how real the world may seem to you to be, it is illusion. The desert is illusion. The Oasis is truth.

All this scurrying around you do to find water or to find love or to scatter love to the winds is illusion. The ground under your feet is love, and that's it. It is natural to love. Love is all over the place pure and simple. Existence itself is love. There is no debate. Every body has a heart. No one is without a heart at its base.

Now your mind intervenes and says: "Well, oh, God, what about murderers?"

Stop looking for exceptions. To what benefit is this?

Somewhere there is a heart who may have cut itself off from the Sun.

I suppose it can be said to some extent that your heart is not full-fledged, yet I will not say that, and why would you? With God, all things are possible. Love is most possible. Sun can shine all over the world. The Sun does shine all over the world. Eyes can open, and love can be seen in what the world calls unlikely places. Beloved, what if you had eyes to see? And why not you? Why not you?

You seem to see misery. Why can't you see light? What can equal blazing light?

Will you consider that you can see what you have as yet not allowed yourself to see?

We are having a heart to heart talk right now. Your eyes are beginning to open. Arise from the dark. Turn the lights on!

You are alive! Be the light.

How do you know that I am not beaming in front of you this minute?