Pure fragrance
This one is like a flower pressed for memories but oh so fragrant!
George smelling your flowers
"I chose you long ago, and I have never gotten over you. I dance ahead of you, and I leave gifts along the way, remembrances of you so that you will remember Me."
"I, Oneness, talk as though I am Another. But would you have Me be quiet? Would you silence Me. Would you have Me listen only to your individuated thoughts?
"Or would you listen to your Wholeness which is what you hear when I speak?
"Let it be Our game. Let Us play Our roles. Yes, it is all I anyway, and if you could grasp, it is all you all the same.
"But meanwhile We engage in conversation. We roll over Our thoughts.
"The time will come when you are fully aware of Our Oneness, and even then We will play."
This one is like a flower pressed for memories but oh so fragrant!
George smelling your flowers
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The letters from God are my first thought in the morning, my constant company during the day, my bread, my breath, my light and so much more. I read and read them again, I cry with them, I laugh with them, I keep expanding my vision. I have no words to thank you. God is teaching me to fly!
Emilia, Italy