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.

One of the greatest gifts you can give is creating a safe space for growth and connection that contains acceptance, nurturing, and encouragement. Many of you are aware of this and are diligently working on providing that for others, as well as your planet. Are you remembering to lovingly and patiently give those same supports to yourself? ~Archangel Gabriel

http://trinityesoterics.com/2017/09/21/daily-message-thursday-september-21-2017/

What does it mean to be ‘real’?
It means taking responsibility for your actions.  It means that, sometimes, you will have to admit you are wrong and own it.  It means being truthful even though it may sting.  It means being kind and compassionate, even when you may not feel like it is possible.  It is knowing that your prayers and good thought are heard and answered, even though the return may not be what you are expecting. Being real may not be an easy thing to do, however, it is one of the most rewarding things you can do for yourself and others.  Is it time to start being real….are you up to the challenge?  ~ Creator

https://thecreatorwritings.wordpress.com/2017/09/21/real/

Every single shift allows a new, brighter, emanation of self. What a glorious time you are in! ~Archangel Gabriel

http://trinityesoterics.com/2017/09/20/daily-message-wednesday-september-20-2017/

God said:

Godwriting is a process, a very innocent process, yet in the mundane world, it takes courage to Godwrite. Sometimes Great Courage, even All the Courage in the world, for you are easily embarrassed. How bizarre that something so enlivening and so simple takes courage.

Once upon a time My Children could hear the Beat of My Heart, and this was accepted hands down. It was not extraordinary. It was a good idea. In fact, the more the merrier. It quite rightly was conveyed in the world that in the old days it was hunky-dory for Me to be heard. Even Aaron, Moses’ brother who stuttered was to hear from Me and pass it on to the world even as Aaron himself did not feel qualified.

What I had to say mattered. There was no express list of qualifications, and it was acceptable to share My words. My Truth stood on its own.

Then, the world at large barred the idea of an ordinary person’s hearing Me. My Words fell into disrepute. The idea that just anyone could hear My Words and presume to repeat them – well, it became ingrained in the world at large that this was shoddy, even arrogant, and, well, not quite kosher.

By some decree, no ordinary person was considered capable of hearing from Me any more. If someone said he heard from God, he must be hallucinating, so, he was popped into the booby hatch. He had to be either cuckoo or a fraud.