Look up. No matter what, look up. See the sun. Look up, and see brightness. Keep looking up, beloved. When your eyes pain you, look up. When your heart hurts you, look up. When you feel bereaved, look up. The physical act of looking up will change the circumference of your thoughts. Heaven, as pictured, is a metaphor, and yet, like all metaphors, it contains Truth. When you look Heavenward, healing occurs.
Even when your eyes are closed, look up. You will also be looking inward.
Stand tall and straight. Picture a sterling golden chain of love from Heaven holding you erect. Straight posture is good because it makes a straight line to and from Heaven. You might as well picture the straight line from you to Heaven and Heaven to you. It is not all imagination to think this. Besides which, your imagination can do anything. Imagine what you want to come to pass.
There is always the sunshine. There never is a moment that the sun is not shining. It never closes its eyes. The world travels to the sun, and the sun blesses the world as it passes under its eye. The sun is focused, ever reverent on shining its golden light on everyone and everything.
And so I am like a sun to you. Irrespective of season, events, blemishes, I bless. I do not sort. I bless all alike. No one has any more of Me than you do. I give no more to anyone than I give to you, nor do I ever give anyone less. Never do I give more to you one day than I give to you the next. I give you everything every moment. I give non-stop, and I give My All to all.
You wonder how you can be Divine and Human at the same time. Your Divinity and Human Experience do not always match. Your Human life has not always kept up with Truth. It runs a race, gets out of breath, and does not always keep up. This is the paradox of life. Life is ever beautiful, and life is not always beautiful.
This is not a paradox you have to do something about. It’s true that you can change the world, but not yet instantly, not yet so far. Meanwhile, you take life as it comes. When life appears to discount you or embroil you in drudgery or vacant despair, simply don’t stay there. Who said you had to be stuck in a bad mood?
What is Godwriting? It is sort of like going to a concert. You sit there. You hear the music. Your foot taps. You become the music. The music becomes you. You are entranced with it. It runs through your bloodstream. You capitalize on it. You get lost in the music, as it were, but, of course, you find yourself in it.
When you leave the concert, the notes recede. You hear them no longer. You have gone on with ordinary life on Earth. You become preoccupied with other things. Fortunately, when it is Godwriting, you jotted down the notes in a notebook, and you can refer to them.
From whence comes Godwriting? It comes from Me. I whisper in your ear. You hardly hear, and yet you do hear. You hear enough. You catch My drift. I am immortal, and yet you immortalize My words. You write them in love. All writing is love, beloveds. There is not a word pressed on paper that is not love.
What is thunder and lightening but thunder and lightening, a storm that inevitably passes. What are storms in life if not the same? They come, they go. You weather them. You walk through them. Storms are only storms. Life is yours no matter what. There is no stepping out of life, yet you are so familiar with illusion -- you are so familiar with it, you take it for Truth.
You cannot go out on a limb in life. Certainly it seems so, but seeming isn’t so. The only Truth is Truth. I cannot tell you the Truth enough, that you and I are One, inseparable. You are One under God -- not one person, one nation, one planet, one Earth – but one pulsing heart and reverberating soul.
You came to Me during the night. You left your cares with Me. I took them. You were awake in My arms as your body slept. Blessed are you who sleep in My arms, and so blessed are you ever upon Earth.
It is not that you forget yourself in sleep. It is that you have true remembrance. Not even remembrance, because you experience anew the refreshment of closeness to Me. Your mind wanders no longer. You find the sweet nectar of Oneness that you have been seeking. You come up against it, and meld with it. You let go of all that was other. No wonder you love sleep. No wonder you bury your head in it. You may have thought that you are in a deep cloud as you sleep, but, in sleep, you are in the bright sunshine. And it is, when you suppose yourself awake, you sleep. You sleepwalk until sleep ascends once more, and you are awake. Will you remember now?
Take off your glasses, and put on Mine. I look through the seas and the skies, and you have been looking through little panes of glass. Throw them way. Never mind about seeing finite. See Vastness now. See beyond the Beyond. See right into My eyes, and you will see the whole universe reflected in them. You will see the seas and the skies, and you will see the heart of the universe.
To see beyond the manifest world is to let go of walls and despair. It is leaving the bounds of your particular spot on Earth and merging with the universe. You become the universe in your awareness. You will not be able to separate yourself out from it.
You are a like a yellow buttercup that grows in the field. Like a buttercup, you catch the sun, and you reflect it. Like every buttercup in the field, you are sweet and dear to Me. I note you waving in the breeze. My hand passes over you, and I send you blessings. The buttercup in the field notes My blessing. You, however, may be too busy, involved with other things.