Heavenletters

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.

Writing is always an expression of the Divine. In Godwriting, you know it. You have divined it.

I Who am the Silence of Silence, can always be heard. You hear My thoughts. You hear the vibration of My thoughts. You translate My vibrations into language. I speak deeper than language, and yet you hear My words. I hardly speak. I deeply love. You translate My love into a discernible form. I vibrate high, and you catch glimpses. You formulate words from the energy of God. I am thrilled. I give you My vibration to copy down.

Even the stones sing My song, yet I am not marked in stone. I am marked in hearts. I am marked in your heart. You bundle Me up in words, and take them with you. That I am always with you is inescapable, and yet you flirt with awareness of that which is inescapable and that no one would want to escape from. Your momentary out of awareness is only an escapade, beloveds. It is a little jig you dance. Your awareness moves up and down like your dancing feet. Awareness is there, only it is moving around, often to the music, sometimes not. You play at being unaware, yet awareness never leaves you and so is always present. You put a mask over awareness’s face. You may turn from it. You may not recognize it, but awareness is stalwart. It is a mighty soldier. You may think of awareness as a tin soldier, but awareness is made of gold. You cannot bite it. It is ever ready to be your dance partner. You may pirouette near or far, but you and your awareness are always in sight of each other.

You may dance with unawareness, yet you are not unaware of dancing with awareness. Awareness is not fickle. It won’t leave you no matter what excursion you go on. You play hide-go-seek with awareness. You cover your eyes, but awareness’s eyes stay wide-open and follow you regardless. You have awareness within unawareness. You have to be aware to be unaware.

And so Godwriting is always available to you. Dip in whenever you like. I am a constant. I am an inkwell for you to dip your pen in. Write with Me. I will tell you what to say. You do not need an appointment. I am at your service. Day or night, I am ready whenever you are. I am ready now. You are ready now too if you only knew.