"Where's my surfboard?"
Bonnie darling:
You caught me in the act! I simply haul this bodily form around to make people think that I'm George the ancient of days. What an illusion! But it works when I feel God wants to give somebody a piece of candy or a piece of peace. Insight is always like that.
I don't know why it so hard to know that each of us earthlings have a Teacher.
For a while I thought that my Teacher was Gloria, or the heavenletter crew.
I have discovered what you so sweetly call "pop tart" in the ear coming to my consciousness from heaven knows where. I suppose that "When HE the spirt of truth comes, HE will guide us into all truth."
When the world seem confusing and the big minds propose to plant a bunch of hope they forget to wrap it in love so it just goes without a proper address and ends up in the dead letter bin of a society that only thinks it has lost its way.
Then comes to pass what you said God said in your opening: "I read your mind. I feel your heart...We can say you/we are the waves of My Ocean. Whew! The idea that we are alone together blew me right out of the water! I love your mind.
George basically a rascal too old to prove it
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Glory, I thank God for Heavenletters™. Today I was talking to my wife about Heavenletters, and for the first time it was difficult for me to find words to express my real feelings in relation to this discovery. Of course: «seek and you will find»
Of course, in Angola we speak Portuguese, and I thank God for the gift of languages given by God.