Done, at last

Do you remember that I was to write an article on Godwriting™ for a writer website? www.writersvoice.com

For the first time in I don’t know how long, I struggled with something I was writing. I worked on it a whole month!

I asked myself: Why was getting everything in place in this article so hard for me? On the other hand, why is writing this blog so easy?

Like now, here I am just typing my thoughts as I go along. No revision. Just writing down my thoughts. Nothing to it.

I think I do know why. There is a big difference in spilling out my thoughts to you, a loving audience, than to unknown strangers who may or may not be predisposed to what I have to say.

Of course, it amounts to some block in me, and that block has to be that old ego of mine. I’m so tired of it.

“I gotta let go of that i.d. I gotta let go of my i.d. My i.d. not me. i.d. is a card I carry. It’s a trick. It’s like a coat I wear. And a coat is only a coat, and I am not a coat. My coat may be pretty, and yet I am not my coat. I gotta let go of my coat. I gotta let go of my coat. Now you see it, and now you don’t. I gotta, gotta, gotta let go.” (Today’s Heavenletter)

When there is God and there is you, what do I care what anyone else might think? And, yet, it appears I do. I swear I’m going to get past that. EGO, BE GONE.

Now, I say the article is done. We shall have to see what the nice editor says.

And I will end this blog with the title of the article:

There Is No Boatman to Carry Us across the River

Posted by Gloria on January 24th, 2010 under these topics
Writing in General, Personal Development, Heaven Letters, Godwriting Workshops, Godwriting Journal

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Reply from Charles Fines on January 24, 2010

When and if the article is published I would appreciate a heads up and a link.

Reply from Gloria on January 24, 2010

Absolutely!

Reply from Chuck Gebhardt on January 24, 2010

Gloria, reading your title about there not being a boatman reminded me of a dream I had just last night. It was kind of a lucid dream in which I was thinking about what was going on in the dream and the dream was responding to my thought. It was also very short and to the point (very unusual for my dreams).

It started out as a vision of a city on top of a mountain. The city was in flames and many of the buildings had collapsed, as if an earthquake had occurred. I didn’t hear any voices nor see any people, but I knew there was much suffering in this mountaintop city.

Next to this mountain was another mountain. This mountain was gleaming in its beauty, cleanliness, peace and orderliness. It was gorgeous to behold. I did not see people here, either, but I knew those in this city we happy and joyful.

Between these two mountain cities was a very deep gorge, seeming to be many miles deep. This gorge kept each city totally isolated form the other. In this lucid dream I asked: What is this all about? Why am I seeing this? The answer came in a kind of knowing, with no voice involved. “This is why I send my children, to be the builders of a bridge.”

When I read the last line of this blog: “There Is No Boatman to Carry Us across the River.” This dream came back to my memory with the same force as the original dream had.

Loving you and your blogs…..Chuck

Reply from Patrizia on January 24, 2010

Oh Chuck, what a wonderful dream you have done! I also have dreamed my home was burning, but it was only my home and nobody help me.
But your dream is a great gift. At what point is our bridge?
Dear Gloria, I can understand you very well: me too, I’m so tired of my ego. Just five minutes ago I told that to it.

Reply from Chuck Gebhardt on February 4, 2010

Oh, pitta! I just love the things you say! “I’m so tired of my ego. Just five minutes ago I told that to it.” Every time I think of this stetement, I have to laugh! I can just see you sitting there telling your ego to get lost!

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