In Praise of Godwriting

When we Godwrite™, we turn a tiny switch on – or it turns itself on — from regular thinking to Godthinking. The switch turns an imperceptible amount, not even an amount, just our hand, as it were, placed on the switch, takes us to the place of Godwriting where the limits of happiness and unhappiness do not exist. There has to be another word than happiness to describe the undelineated space of Godwriting.  Godwriting is its own land, and yet it is right where we are. It is not foreign at all.

Godwriting is not like entering Narnia. It’s not the world changing color. Godwriting may well reflect what is meant by “being in the world but not of the world.” It’s like we come closer to something at the same time as we are further away, and we don’t really get what it is we are nearer to and farther from.

I don’t want to make too much of the process of Godwriting because it is not an intellectual enterprise. It’s not really an enterprise. It is not even an experience exactly.  It certainly is not an experience in capital letters. It may be a non-experience.

Now as I write this, I am trying to remember what the process of Godwriting is like. I’m trying to explain it. If I say it’s not possible to explain, I am making it bigger than it is. And yet, like God, it cannot be explained. I want to say that it can only be experienced, yet it is not experienced. Perhaps we just touch the experience without putting our finger on it. I don’t want to make Godwriting too big nor do I want to make it seem like it’s not much. It is much, and yet it is — nothing at all.

If it is a place, I love to be there. It is my favorite place in all the world. And yet I only sit in my chair, and I am aware I am Godwriting and I am aware of the room I sit in and the world I live in, and yet I am Godwriting. I am disheveled, and Godwriting doesn’t care.

I cannot say that Godwriting is a dramatic surge of inspiration though sometimes it is. Sometimes it is more like uninspired inspiration. Sometimes it is not knowing that we are in the midst of marvelousness.  Sometimes it seems like nothing at all. Sometimes it is like finding a diamond on the street, and we know it’s a diamond, and sometimes it’s like finding a penny, and we’re not even sure we want to bother to pick up the penny, and yet, when we do, the penny may turn into silver, or it may not.

What I can say with certainty is that Godwriting, as imperceptible as it is, is irresistible. Each Godwriting is entirely new. It is its own. The Godwriting today has never happened before. Yesterday’s Godwriting was yesterday’s, and it seems to blend in somewhere, not vanish exactly, but no longer be where it was. The words are written down, and we still call them Godwriting. The words may click with us again and again, and reading the words is as much discovery as Godwriting itself is, and yet it is not enough, and we want fresh Godwriting to release itself from us or to come through us or whatever Godwriting does to make itself known.

Godwriting is so simple. It is almost too simple. It is like playing a note of music on the piano. All the keys are there, yet we don’t know what note we are going to play until the moment it is played. Our fingers touch the key, yet we are not the ones who choose the note though we do seem to play it. We have something to do with it.

Or we play on a soundless piano, yet we can hear the note played somewhere inside of us. The music wants to come out, and we let it.

Before the moment of Godwriting, I feel a vague restlessness.

It is a little bit like being hungry and foraging in the refrigerator. What will I eat now this minute? What does this refrigerator hold for me? What’s in here that wants me to take it out?

Or Godwriting is like opening a warm oven and finding out what has been baking there.

Or it is like spreading sweet butter with a favorite knife on bread warm from the oven, and the butter melts on the bread, the way Godwriting melts on the page.

Posted by Gloria on September 7th, 2008 under these topics
Godwriting Workshops, Godwriting Journal

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Reply from One on September 7, 2008

Senora, this writing is Godwriting. If I had never heard of Godwriting before and this was my first introduction to it, I would drop everything and start Godwriting.

What a perfect introduction this will make for a Godwriting book! I can feel God beaming of your description.

One Love

Reply from Gloria on September 7, 2008

Senor, I was wondering too about this writing. It came of its own volition. It was very much like Godwriting in that it was so easy and really wrote itself. I was writing something else when suddenly this suddenly want to burst through. I hadn’t been thinking about writing about Godwriting. Once there was the impulse, I had to start writing it.

I wonder if there is perhaps another tiny setting of the dial that isn’t quite Godwriting because it’s not God speaking, but yet it’s right next to Godwriting on the dial. In Praise of Godwriting seemed to come from somewhere other than my usual conscious mind.

In general, any writing I do now (since Godwriting came on the horizon)is comes much more quickly and easily. Even a business-type letter flows more easily. I don’t know what I’m going to say ahead of time, but as I start writing the words seem to come one after the other. On the whole, it is more like I’m listening than thinking. This writing was effortless and joyful, and yet not quite Godwriting, and yet it wasn’t quite mine either.

So you think we will have a book on How to Godwrite?

Reply from Marko on September 7, 2008

I enjoyed reading this honest approach to a beautiful process where by the intellect is by passed in favor of the heart.

I think the feeling/s projected by HL have many dimensions to them. One is that those receptive now to their messages, will create more of and sustain the inner peace, joy, and enthusiasm and trust in Life that they now have and our looking to maintain and enlarge.

Others, may let go of the shackles of dogma and doctrinal boundaries that limit the God/Life vision within like old staid prisons opening to a new shinning light that brims a new dawn for them, allowing an aperture to open uP to receive new light, revelation in their understanding and awareness.

Not all are ready to receive the HL messages, but as we bridge more with our own own divinity, we enlarge the divine grid of luminous glory and awareness that awaits all who allow it into the temple of their being.

Thus, allowing it to expand outward like shooting stars awaiting to be seen and recognized that point to a grand Northern lights exhibition in God’s gallery called the UniverSe. Which is US.

Others may start to open uP a long lost spiritual dialog within themselves to a see a less rigidly constrained view of God or Life to one that is much freer, more beautiful and loving. HL is gentle enough to open their hearts, but not so fast as to startle them. They tenderly step into the deeper waters with caution and curiosity.

Others already in a process of self realization will nod in approval in it’s poetry. The trees and flowers will clap their hands and the rivers will smile.

Reply from Marko on September 7, 2008

Notice UnIverSe includes US almost bookend together almost begining to end minus the last e which stands for evolution? and the I that is more in the middle.

Kinda like US together are cocooned within I. A littler far fetched perhaps, but not so much for a child’s Imagination hidden in an adult body.

Reply from Karen on September 8, 2008

Dear Gloria,
I’m so thankful to you for bringing Heavenletters and Godwriting to the world. Each Heavenletter brings a uniquely personal message to all who receive them. And your description of Godwriting is perfect! When one listens for, trusts in, and goes with God, the words flow through like this:

Dear God,
Please let me know, what You want me to know today.

Beloved Karen,

I sit with you, pen in hand waiting for you to take My hand in yours, with the full and complete knowledge that I AM you, within you, waiting for you to acknowldedge Me in your heart and mind, always there awaiting Our joyful reunion of Our heart. Our thoughts will always be the same when you release yourSelf to Me. I AM ever here for you, waiting with Our One heart to embrace you. Shake My hand now, as a pledge that you give Me. Thank you My Beloved Child. Go in peace.

Love, Light and Aloha,
Karen

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