Galatyn Park

The Nev: This is a marvelous breeze. I like it. Brings back beautiful memories of our time at Camp Jubilee. Truly awesome. Thanks.

God: You're most welcome. She doesn't think it's awesome, though. She thinks it's an aweful wind.

The Nev: Who?

God: Over there. By the waterspouts.

The Nev: Why don't you tell her what you told me?

God: Can't get a word in edgewise.

The Nev: Bin there.

God: You mean bin there and done that!

The Nev: Yes. That bad you need to rub it in?

God: No. Just saying.

The Nev: I am doing better now, I think.

God: Much, much better. I'll even grant you that our conversations are delightful. How about if I say, you delight me.

The Nev: (blushing) Thanks. You delight me, my Lord. I wish she'd feel much better though. Shall I go to her and say something nice?

God: No!

The Nev: What?

God: If you approach her, her heart will palpitate. After you leave her, she'll remain convinced you are nothing but a con. I'll have to listen to a long diatribe about why the likes of you need to be saved long before you become a menace to society and a burden to taxpayers, just crowding the prison system. It'll take her a good twenty minutes to condemn you, your generation, and what she calls 'people like you'.

The Nev: That's her code word, huh?

God: Don't stare her down. She is jumpy.

The Nev: (Smiling)

God: Don't you dare. Make you God-For-A-Day, half of earth will get a heart attack.

The Nev: Was just thinking; that's all. Yeah-yeah, I know. I've got the lesson on harbored-thoughts covered.

God: You think so?

The Nev: Well! I was just having a little fun. You did laugh.

God: I can. I know her. You haven't been in her shoes.

The Nev: Her heels are way too high for 'the likes of me'.

God: Do I have to tell you why she wears her heels so high?

The Nev: Not really. She does remind me of Plessey, though. They must be alike in more ways than one - that heart palpitatey thing aside. Plessey goes on and on and on and on, as well. 'I said blah-blah-blah ... then she was like blah-blah-blah ... then I said blah-blah-blah ... then she was like whatever ...' However she breathes in between blah-blah-blah and whatever must be some kind of a miracle. Is it? Oh! I'd bet our Heart Patient over there doesn't talk off your ear in that way, though.

God: Not a chance. Her Jamesian english is impeccable. Try listening to this.

The Nev: (listening) ... (whuuuump!) ... Ahhhhhh! Grab Me! ... My ... Dear ... God!

God: That I AM.

The Nev: Is that what you have to listen to every minute of every day from all those people?

God: That's not even a quarter pint of it. Broadly, there are four types of O-Please-Godders. That's only one section of the four.

The Nev: My! My! When I get to be God-For-A-Day you'll have to narrow things down a wee bit - give it to me slowly - and keep that part far away from me.

God: That's not how it works. You can't just be God for a bit and leave the rest of life to doodle. Play-gods try that, and you know that story. The scope of what I AM is always Omni.

The Nev: Omni.

God: Omni. Omni-present. Omni-potent. Omni-scient. Omni-ficent. I Am always Omni. Omni is the length, breath and depth of my scope. It doesn't come in any other version - mini, maxi or otherwise. And there is no prevarication. I Am Omni.

The Nev: Somehow knowing that strengthens my faith and boosts my confidence. If you were less than Omni, hope would be in vain, wouldn't it? Or at best a gamble with the odds heavily stacked to the house.

God: You have the general picture.

The Nev: I like that you are Omni. Omni. There is that sound we discussed at Trafalgar. Om. It's in there. Om-ni. Isn't that something?

God: Convenient but entirely coincidental. Ah, there is that crook in your brow. Coincidence is stirring up a petty little confusion in you isn't it?

The Nev: Just a wee-bit.

God: Nothing is wee-bit with you. You'll get to that in due course. Let's get back to the blast that almost knocked your pants off. That blast, acutally, was from the better lot of the O-Please-Godders.

The Nev: That? No way. The better part? Don't compute. Those people were overbearing, loud, outright obnoxious, very annoying and needy-needy-needy ... Okay, I know. Bin there and done that. I have no right judging exactly what I heard. So I wont judge. And I'll stop pretending.

God: Actually, that lot of O-Please-Godders doesn't want anything from me.

The Nev: That's definitely NOT what's going on there, Oh Omniscient One. You'll have to forgive me but that's definitely not what rushed into my ears. You must've blasted my brain with the wrong lot of O-Please-Godders.

God: Nope! You got the right blast. You see, they are merely venting.

The Nev: Venting?

God: Yes. They are the Venters. They don't need anything from me. They called on me, but have long since forgoten they got my attention. Yep, just venting. When they are done venting, they'll feel great. Most will convince themselves I did something absolutely marvelous - provided a solution, opened a path to restitution, set minds at peace - that sort of thing. Me? Didn't do a thing! Some of them will thank me; offer up a few praises; say a few nice things about my amazing power; testify about the wonder of my presence; chalk up some goody-points to themselves, etc., etc. You know the speel. The fact is, they are just hanging over my fence venting - like a good neighbor. Trust me, that's the easy lot. And to think that that lot almost crippled you! So, what you think of that?

The Nev: Sure nearly did cripple me! But I'm on solid ground now.

God: Still toying around with that God-For-A-Day idea of yours?

The Nev: Only saying. You had a whole lot of practice at this. I'm on solid ground but still catching a breath. Ask me later.

God: Practice?

The Nev: Well, you know - experience.

God: You've got a lot of learning to do, don't you? Didn't we just talk about Omni?

The Nev: Yeah. I'm just saying. I get the picture. Yeah-yeah, harbored-thoughts, etc., etc, that whole speel at Haltom: if the thoughts are ascue then understanding will be ascue; if the understanding is ascue, then thoughts will go likewise. I kind of see that. And I agree I've still have to work some more on that harbored-thoughts lesson. I do get the general drift though.

God: You really think so? You might want to reflect on all that some more. All in all, though, the Venters acquit themselves fairly well. They are part of the V-Group.

The Nev: The V-Group. Venters Anonnymous probably, but that V-Group nomenclature will cause some people to think Venters the Victory Group, don't you think?

God: Actually, that would not be a bad way to classify them. They bring their own victory to the game. Wait until we talk about the F-Group.

The Nev: F? For failure?

God: That's not what I have in mind. The F-Group is a very interesting bunch. I'll have to let you get a whif of that group some time.

The Nev: Oh, no. No! Please don't. I'll take your word any day, any time.

God: Is that a veiled O-Please-God coming from you. 'Cause that will put you in the third group of O-Please-Godders.

The Nev: No. I was just saying. One blast was good enough. And as you said, that was the easy group.

God: You're not thinking of me though. That third group of O-Please-Godders gives me a few good moments of levity everyday.

The Nev: Can't I ask for an exception card this go around? I need strength.

God: I'll oblige you this little bit. Just don't forget what I AM. Omni. Remember it.

The Nev: It's on my mind. Omni-Potent. Omni-Present. Omni-Scient. Omni-Ficent. I am super grateful you are Omni.

God: Not only Omni. I AM Alpha and Omega - the beginning and the end. Compute that with Omni. Now what do you get?

The Nev: Computed with Omniscient, I get: You, God Almighty, know the end from the beginning, as well as the beginning to the end.

God: I like where you're going with this.

The Nev: Computed with Omnipotent, I get: You, God Almighty, are the Inconquerable One. Computed with Omnificient, I get: You are the Perfect Creator. And with Omnipresent, I get: I can't lose you - ever.

God: Ata Boy! Ata Boy! Just a glimpse. But does that scare you?

The Nev: Nope it excites me. You got me, Babe. I am with the Inconquerable One! Why should that scare me?

God: Never let it. You're growing by leaps and bounds. I see you're still carrying that around.

The Nev: What? This?

God: Yes. Any reason you're still hanging onto it?

The Nev: No reason that's fresh in my mind - just kept it. Loved it. Worked wonders for me. And I held onto it. No particular reason.

God: She'll love it.

The Nev: Should I take it to her?

God: No! Her heart will palpitate.

The Nev: I thought you said she'll love it.

God: That's exactly what I said. She will indeed. Leave it here if you want her to have it.

The Nev: Here? On the concrete?

God: Yes. You got a problem with that, some problem you imagine I don't know about?

The Nev: Oh! She'll come and get it.

God: No.

The Nev: I thought the whole idea is for her to have it, not for me to toss it out, since she'll love it so much.

God: That's right.

The Nev: Then what am I missing?

God: The wind will take it to her.

The Nev: The wind will take it to her! Ah! Now I get it. The wind will take it to her. She will get excited that she found something she trully loves. The day will begin to feel better for her. She'll begin to feel more wonderful about herself and her surroundings. Wallah! Now she is having a beautiful day.

God: (wink)

The Nev: No wonder you got the top job! You're beautiful. Magnificent.

God: I know. It's that Omni thing. You're beautiful too.

The Nev: Yeah. I know. Somebody really wonderful created me.

God: (smiling) Well, come closer My wonderful creation. Give me a hug.

The Nev: (hugging) I love you. Your hug makes me strong. Somehow you make the little things mean a whole lot to me.

God: But I have to tell you - that whole scenario you laid out about our Lady Friend by the water spout - that's not how it's going to happen.

The Nev: I am wrong again.

God: This is not about wrong and right. Things are rarely trully about wrong and right - that wrong-right business is more often than not a devilish smoke screen. There are indeed a myriad of possibilities of how this might turn out for our Lady Friend. You cannot possibly recount everyone of them in an instant.

The Nev: I am limited. You are Omni.

God: Let's just say you are constrained by the limits of practice and experience and stretched by the expanse of your vision and insight. I AM Alpha And Omega. Would you like to see how it actually turns out?

The Nev: You have my interest piqued. I can't wait now.

God: Take a look. ... See?* ... You can close up your jaws now. I'll even accept "Oh what a Great God You Are!" any time you are ready. No credit card necessary.

The Nev: I am speechless.*

God: You did speak!

The Nev: Oh How Great Thou Art! You are my God.

God: Quite Victorian, but thank you. Now, is your original question about predestination answered to your satisfaction?

The Nev: Absolutely. You are the Alpha and Omega. You are Omni. We are created free. You are Amazing. Thanks for loving me.

God: I love you regardless. I love loving you.

The Nev: You are Absolutely Amazing. Please hug me again. (hugging.) Are we still on for Hemstal Park?

God: You betcha. Same treetop?

The Nev: Same treetop.

Selections from Conversations With God
by The Nev
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