God said:
I suppose you could consider the process of Godwriting as a surrender to Me. I look at this Intimacy of Oneness as My Offering to you. I have always offered Myself to you. This is not new or spectacular.
When have I not said, “Hear Me. O Hear Me, Beloveds.”
When have I not said: “I bequeath All to you, Who art the Exhalation of My Breath.”
When have I not said: “Our Hearts embrace. We are not twain, but One.”
When have I not said: “You are made in My Image.”
When have I not said: “Awaken!”
Beloveds, you are My Dream Come True. You are My Very Self.
What I give, I AM. You are My Heart. You are the Seeds I have flung to Earth as a Gift to Myself.
You Who art My Offspring are My Generation and My Blessing given and received. There is no other way.
You Who art in Heaven are My Light spread on the Soil of Earth. You are My Manna from Heaven.
You Who art in Heaven are My Thought Incarnate. I spread you out before Me. You are the Angelic Realm I gave and give to Earth as a Bouquet of Flowers.
Accept what I have bequeathed to you.
Hear Me, O hear Me, My First Words to you are: There are no Last Words.
We do not quite engage in Words. We engage in deeper than Words. From Wordlessness, you hear and feel the Vibration of My Love. From My Energy of Thought, you transfigure My Vibration into Words you know. For every Word you translate from the Vastness, We can say that you lightly press a key of music, for My Vibration is Music to your Soul and to Mine.
