Speaking With GOD

Do you speak to me like you speak to GOD?

Those words hit me like an AK-47. I’ll be honest, I don’t even know what the lyrics before or after were; I was so lost in what I was doing (dancing to the music, cleaning house, getting sippy cups) that when these words hit me with such intensity, I knew GOD was speaking directly to me.  

At first my mind went to the people in my life who I’ve perceived to have done me wrong, but even as I did so I could feel the subtle Voice of Source Creator settle into my heart.  “No,” it whispered, “this is for you.”  Eyes widening, I considered the question in a knew way: do I speak to others the way I speak to GOD?

Well... not always.

The thought was humbling.  Here I am, a professor of Love and seeker of Truth, acknowledging that We Are all beautiful fractals of our Creator GOD... and speaking to my fellow Light Beings as though they were ‘mere mortals’, as it were.  What an injustice to them! ...what an injustice to myself.

As a fellow God or Goddess incarnate, every single person I have ever spoken to is a part of me. When I speak to them, I speak to myself.  Hell, when I think of them, I think of myself. And words, thoughts, emotions, etc, are nothing more than energy.... so what energy have I been plugging into the incomprehensible entity that is The Universe? 

The truth is, we’ve all done it.  Someone says or does something that causes emotions to rise up, and it’s easy to lose ourselves in that.  Speaking - or thinking - kindly becomes the farthest thing from our mind as we release the current that we feel is ‘justly deserved’.  But would we speak that way to GOD?  Would we do so even in His presence?

Far be it from me to answer for you. I’ve already admitted that I am far from perfect in this matter - and not just people who have ‘done me wrong’ (though truthfully, that will always be a matter of perception): my friends, my husband, my children, random strangers I’ve only briefly interacted with... the list goes on.  Not even the dearest people to me have been spared from at least the occasional grumbling thought, or cross word.  And that is definitely not how I speak to GOD.

That changes now.  In this moment, as I write these words to you, I commit myself to change.  Like riding a bike, I will get back up any time I fall short of this goal, until my words, my tone, my every thought directed at any one or thing reflects the GOD essence that I know they ARE.  

And so it is.