God said:
This is what you ask Me today from the rugged path of your heart:
“Beloved God, am I writing this to you? Who writes to You then? I am not certain that it is I who writes this to You, God. God, just as sometimes I do not seem to be able to locate You, nor do I seem to be able to know who or where I am. I know I sit here in this fictional place. I know I sit in this chair, and my feet press Earth, and my fingers move on the keyboard as though I were playing the piano. Are these my words, or are they Your Words given to me as a book to read?
“Right now I feel that I am not the personage who sits here and feels as if these thoughts purported to be mine really are coming from somewhere unidentified.
“I feel extended beyond this room and even this town and beyond all Creation. Some of Your Vastness has entered me. For a few moments I am boundless. I am a human being sitting here, and yet I am greater than this vague human being who sits here encompassed in this body and yet, at the same time, not encompassed in this body. What am I doing seemingly encompassed in this body, God?
“Who sits here? You can’t be typing these words, yet it doesn’t seem that I am typing away either. Are these my thoughts? Am I speaking, or is it You, God? Am I a funnel through which You express Yourself?
“Are You speaking on my behalf? Are You describing what I feel and the questions I feel as I search for myself? Do I exist at all, God?