Paula Launonen has faithfully translated Heavenletters into Italian for over three years. Not only that, she has now translated the entire 100 Heavenletters of the first e-book into Italian, Lettere d�amore da Dio, Apri il Tuo Cuore – Open Your Heart. This e-book will be up on the web site soon.

Along with every translation is a little correspondence between Paula and me, and I’d like to share some of that with you now, but first, …let’s begin with Paula’s Spiritual Journey so you can know Paula as deeply as I do:

April 10, 2006 PAULA’S SPIRITUAL JOURNEY

It was my ego that wanted to shine in front of other people. I was given what I wanted. I had an experience where I was first taken up, admired by everyone, high above all by the voices I heard in my head. And then the opposite, with the same voices denigrating me. In one week’s time I was confronted with all my deepest desires and all my deepest fears. Eventually I got out of it, and I learned the lesson. But this experience left in me also a fear and a distrust in the messages and the voices that come from the ‘other side of the veil’.

I kept reading spiritual messages and, eventually, started translating them. But I was very selective on what to believe and what to translate. And every time I thought I’d found the top, that there couldn’t be anything that went beyond, something even more profound came to me. Now, I realize that there’s never an end to learning and to knowledge. I must admit that I don’t know where I am on my spiritual journey. And maybe it doesn’t matter either. To be honest, I just feel tired of the doubts and struggles.

I’ve been looking for knowledge and enlightenment from outside. I’ve been trying to find a master or a guide, but it seems that I don’t have any. I used to follow an Indian teacher, a very evolved and loving master. He gave me a seed of a holy tree which he’d received from his old Master. Then one day I went on an excursion in a hermitage, a sacred cave located under a flow of water and I felt I had to leave the seed there and I heard this quiet voice that said: ‘You will have no other masters but me.’ - I felt it was God speaking to me, but I’ve never admitted it to myself.

I always felt I was somehow connected directly to God, but I thought it was presumptuous from me to believe it. Now I’m tired of my own doubts and I would like to try Godwriting to see whether I can overcome my own fear. The only question in my secret heart is: Am I truly to connect directly to God? And my only desire is to overcome my ego and my little personality and be – without any doubt – a hollow reed for God’s love to pour into the world.

April 8, 2006 Paula to Gloria:

Cara Gloria, your new blog inspired me to try Godwriting for myself, but I feel frustrated because nothing happens. I guess I waited for my fingers to move on their own. I feel that I’m just writing my own words, deluding myself.

Anyway, here’s what I got from it. Please, Gloria, tell me what do you think about what I received. (I’d really like to have a Godwriting workshop.)

Paula to God: why can’t I hear your voice and your words like other people do?

God to Paula:

You have no faith in yourself. I am here now and forever and I’m not separated from you. The words you write are my words and this is why you don’t hear a different voice from yours, because I am you and you are Me and we are one. You are waiting for something special, but there’s nothing special in our relationship, it’s as simple as love, love that we give to ourselves and to the others, who are us as well. Don’t wait to see thunder and lightnings, because that’s not the way I communicate. I communicate with the light of the stars, still and quiet, with the fragrance of the flowers, with their colours, the essence, the sensation in your heart, that’s Me, when you feel your heart full to overflowing, then you feel Me. Yes, I look at you from the flowers of the peach tree, from the eyes of your son. I like it when you stroke Me in My aspect of guinea pig; I like it when you admire Me in My aspect as a lilac bush; I feel touched when you’re moved when you see My branches cut, as My aspect of a tree, even though there’s no need to be sad, as everything is perfect as it is. See only the real, feel only love, speak only love…

[Dear Readers, do you feel the authenticity as I (Gloria) do? This is one of the values of a workshop where our Godwriting gets validated.]

April 22, 2006 Paula to Gloria:
Cara Gloria, yesterday I tried again to do some Godwritingâ„¢, but nothing came from it. So I got frustrated and wrote on my computer, “Why can’t I hear You, God?â€?

I had the TV on, and, in that exact moment, a woman started singing: “Wherever you are, wherever you’ll go, you will hear me and feel me beside you…â€?

This made me laugh. I think it’s my intellect that stops me from letting go.

What happened the first time you started Godwriting? I mean the very first time? I’d love to know.

Lots of love, Paula

April 22, 2006 Cara Paula, I think your experience of the woman singing those words on TV is amazing!

You are right that the intellect interferes. I wish we could do a workshop together so you would know how easy Godwriting is.

Am I right that you read about Godwriting on this blog and you read the Heavenpetal entries? Please read them again!

I don’t remember the very first time I Godwrote. They are all blended together. I do not remember difficulty in the actual writing. I do remember the difficulty of: Is it really God, or is it just me?

At some point I gave up asking that altogether, just went with it. Now I have the other side of that. I mean, when someone writes a beautiful comment about a specific Heavenletter, I read the Heavenletter again, and I see so clearly how I had nothing to do with what was written, and I am moved and amazed that such grace should touch me.

Thinking more about your question, I have to say that now I just sit down, intend to Godwrite, and I just write what comes. In the earlier days, it was more of a separate special event. For instance, I used to do some things to get me warmed up.

One of those is drinking plenty of water! But, of course, you can be thirsty and still Godwrite.

There is a comment on the blog under Thank You, Michael, that came from a writer. You might like to read it. Unlike our personal writing, Godwriting writes itself.

Love, Gloria

April 22, 2006, Paula to Gloria:

Cara, Gloria, I don’t know, when I sit down to write, there’s a total emptiness, and if I start writing, I know it’s only me. Love, Paula

April 23, Gloria to Paula:

Dear Paula, try putting your hand over your heart. Put your left hand tight against your heart, and press it tight with your right hand. You will be connected to your truth. (Sometime I will say more about how I learned this.)

Write the first words that occur to you, whether they are from God or not, whether they are nonsense or not. Write them down. Let words start flowing, and just bob along with them. Let the thoughts that come come, and simply write them down. No need to sort them out. They can be simple thoughts. They don’t have to be brilliant.

Write as fast as you can. Never mind about spelling or punctuation or staying on the lines.

Write as fast as you can, but that doesn’t mean you can’t stop to listen.

Do not take it so seriously. Have fun with it.

Paula, are you comfortable for me to use your last email as the basis for a blog? With or without your name is fine with me.

April 23, 2006 Paula to Gloria:

Cara Gloria, of course you can use it for anything you like (with or without my name). Whatever you think can help people.

I don’t know, it seems as if I really have to sort it all out alone. Maybe I was so stupid and proud when I was on the ‘other side’ that I said I wouldn’t need anyone’s help.

April 23, 2006 Gloria to Paula:

Paula, if a contract has been written that you are to struggle on your own, you can rewrite the contract this minute. God will co-sign. He will be happy to. You are not obligated to any contract. Change the wording of your own thoughts.

April 23, 2006 Paula to Gloria:
Gloria, I will try what you suggest for Godwriting. You can never know how wonderful it is for me to see that you are there, even on Sundays. Here I was, sitting alone at my computer, with the first of the summer Sundays when everybody goes to the seaside and there’s nobody in town. I just can’t stand the crowd and the confusion, so I stay in town and keep doing my translations. But it is a funny feeling, and I get a great longing in my heart for something, I don’t know what, maybe for home or Home.

Gloria, I love the Heavenletter Haiku about the bicycle:

“God said exercise
the bicycle of your heart
make those pedals go�- Written by Karen Corpuz, Hawaii

The other night I was dreaming that I was riding a bicycle, going home, but the road was all muddy and it was so hard to go on and I kept taking the wrong turns. I hope this is not indicative of my spiritual path.

With so much love, Paula

April 23, 2006 Gloria to Paula:

Dear Paula, best of all is God Who day and night is right with us!

Here’s a dream I had the other night, and I too hope it’s not indicative of my spiritual path!

In the dream I am trying to cross the street I live on. I am trying to get home (or Home?) from the other side of the street. I am too weak to cross the street, so I start to crawl, not even on my hands and knees but more slithering on my stomach the way soldiers do in jungles. I am afraid of traffic and keep starting and retreating. I don’t remember if I do make it across the street or if spend the whole dream dodging cars.

Love and blessings, Gloria

Questions?