Sometimes a Prelude to Godwriting

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God said:

Beloved, We, the One Truth, taking a voyage to the Moon. Every day you, as My Oneness, fly to the Moon with Me. I wish there could be a word for I that automatically includes awareness of what is referred to as you. We doesn’t quite work.

Would the Oneness of God, I, the Oneness of God, work clearly? Perhaps someone could design a simple Golden Logo.

Or perhaps it already works in another language or two.

Or when God means the Oneness of God, the imagined two – God and you, or the One God as it truthfully does hum a certain high note of music that can be heard again all over the Universe. Perhaps a Oneness Chorus resounds that will never let you forget Oneness as it truly is on Earth.

You can only get up and dance to the tune of it. You won’t care what you are in the middle of or give a second thought about getting up to dance in the middle of anything no matter what anyone thinks. How about in the middle of congress or an election? Get up and sing and dance and see how the voting goes. Even associates might sing an ode to happiness.

Of course, a High Note that runs through your bloodstream would be forever calibrated in tune with this High Note. You will be eternally plugged in. Hallowed be Human Beings on Earth. The High Note of God and Man will synchronize with Heaven on Earth. Blessed be God and Man as one beautiful expression. You are going to hear this music and dance the steps soon.

This cannot come too soon. Come, sit beside Me in My pew and always see and hear from My view which is where you belong. You will see that everyone is high-stepping, as if all the flowers on Earth are blooming at once and ready to bloom again tomorrow, as if today will never end yet always be new.

There will never be another traffic jam or accident. The whole world will vibrate to a Chorus of Love. This will be the long and the short of it. This is how the world will express itself. Hail to Joy!

Anger will be no more because Joy has come to its prime. Hail to the Chief.

Do you know how sometimes an old song starts stirring in your head and heart? Why that song at this time and no other? What is the rhyme or reason, yet here it is – this tune out of the blue! It appears, and that’s it. It’s not even scheduled like an answer to a prayer.

It’s more like: “Suddenly, it’s Spring!”

What can you do but inhale and savor the scents of Spring? A Heavenletter runs ahead of ordinary thought. Its time has come, and you pick up its beat.

This is sometimes how Godwriting may introduce Itself. Something in the distance you don’t always hear you hear now from a great distance. You don’t usually see from this distance. Your senses become more refined without any consultation or fixed thought about it.

Like a sunny day, it just comes. Here it is. Happy days are here again!

Happy days are here again
The skies above are clear again
So let's sing a song of cheer again
Happy days are here again

Altogether shout it now
There's no one
Who can doubt it now
So let's tell the world about it now
Happy days are here again

Your cares and troubles are gone
There'll be no more from now on
From now on
Happy days are here again

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