Do not be disturbed by the words of another they know not My love, although it is as fully present for them as it is for you. Hold the Light. You are My sunshine My darling.

Thank you Lord for caring, caring for me. I see you in Eternity. Amen.

All is well
All is well
All is well
Listen to what I say
Listen for the good
Look for the good
It is there
To be found
Though sometimes
You have to be a hound.

What would make you happy darlings? You want the
world to be perfect.

No one else
Has to believe
In you
Just you
I already do.

Come to Me
When you are weary
When you are teary
When you just cannot go on
As you have gone on.

You are perfect as you are, as you are now, as you come to Me, as you seek Me and My Goodness. You are reaching for and grabbing hold of the Love I have for you which brings you further Perfection, further Wholeness, Holiness if you may say. But do not feel My darling that you have to be this All before you can proclaim in My Name. Do not wait until your head is even with your heart. Now is the time to share what you have been shown. In this way, others may rise unto the Light along side you.

Do you ever just write down the things that come to your brain? I do. It’s my stream of consciousness, a river flowing clear water with some varied turbulence. It amazes me, now that I am seeing it. In spite of me, a book has been written this year, a spiritual primer. All in my hand. All out of my heart, without the involvement of my head. Yes, I was the medium, just as the pen and paper were. I am a tool for God’s good. I stand amazed. It is good that I wasn’t too aware, as my mind could not or did not edit.

It is written!

Excerpted from the book Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story by Debra Clemente

Excerpt from: Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story by Debra Clemente

April 11, 2011 - Journal Entry

We keep losing it. As an evolving society we seem to continually lose and rediscover things, ideas, and notions. I often ponder how the formula for making concrete was “lost” for so very many years after the building of the Roman Empire.

People die and their ideas die with them whether it is an understanding of technology or even spirituality. So many spiritually evolved beings have walked the earth. Many creating a strong following for the “new ideas” presented and lived. But just as the formula for concrete material translated through the generations loses its magic and holding power, the energy of these awakened beings seems to fade, dilute and be reformulated with passing years. The integrity and strength of both of these “thought forms” weakens and again is lost.

Attempts are made, formulas rewritten, but none can be proven. The key is again lost waiting to be found, to be seen, and again discovered with new eyes and fresh hearts willing to look at what is. Thank God for the seekers. They shall find what they look for.

Excerpt from: Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story by Debra Clemente

October 10, 2011 - Journal Entry



Then of course there are the writings, the writings upon writings that fill journal upon journal. To date I average filling two journals a month with amazing wisdom, thoughts and teachings that pour forth so generously and easily from the fount of my most inner and highest being-ness. At least that is my current comprehension of this source. I think of it as my God connection. I call it The Wisdom Channel when my family questions from where I get my facts when I answer a posed question with the confidence of one who speaks with authority. I do speak and write with confidence that I am speaking and writing the truth, for I have full faith in this source, which I believe is “The Source,” the one and only true source of all.

I didn’t always know so, no, not at all. It’s almost like I was tricked into this writing. Not in any deceitful way but if someone had clearly told me from the beginning that I was to listen to and record the promptings of an inner voice, well I would have been so much more that skeptical. I would have been so freaked out with every random thought that I would have probably admitted my own self to the “funny farm.” But thank God, Yes, thank you God, for not handling it that way, for my trust was gained by a much softer and gentler approach. I signed myself up for what I felt was almost a game.

Words and phrases started coming to me as inspirations that I thought sounded like wonderful names for paintings. In the few years before, the names of my paintings had evolved from a statement of referencing time, place and subject to more esoteric concepts. Like Enlightenment and Look at the Bright Side and The Sky is No Limit. Now, I also see that the works themselves had emerged from within my own being, not specifically referencing a particular time, place or subject. When it came time to name a painting, I would just stand in front of it and wait for one of these ideas to pop in my head. I never second-guessed the idea, for I was always humored and delighted by each original idea presented. Besides, as I was such a prolific painter, I was always so thankful to have a painting title come to me, so it was never a chore.

One day, I was inspired to write down words and phrases that were coming to me which sounded like excellent painting titles. So I began writing each phrase down like a list as it came to me. Then I would click my pen closed, lay it down and turn my attention back to whatever I had been doing. But it seemed that just the moment I set the pen down that another great idea would pop into my head. I thought it was fun and a game. I remember saying to my husband David how I had a lot of painting to do as I already had the names of over 800 paintings. I thought it was funny and pondered the idea of reversing my creative process and beginning with a title and allow the image to flow forth from that inspiration instead of the process of creating as image and having a title inspired by such.

I never read back through them. I never saw the importance but I do remember wondering if I was repeating phrases and if I should edit the thoughts by not writing down “a title” I had written before. But I soon decided not to edit the words and just let them flow. I didn’t at that time have any idea how or really why these ideas were coming to me. I got my brain involved for a while in the beginning and started looking for great words and phrases. I would underline them in magazines articles and advertising. But that didn’t last too long for I found I didn’t have to work at this, the task at hand was to write down whatever came to me on whatever I could find to write it on.

It was a lot like how my art ideas have come to me. An idea forms in my mind begging to be expressed and until it is my mind cannot rest. So to appease my mind, I had to empty it of each idea as it came. And the more I did it the more that came. I couldn’t think about it. I had to remove my mind from the process. I never sat with pen in hand and stared at the paper wondering what to write next. I just wrote what I was given as it was given. I learned to always have within reach a notebook and kept several handy. Not ever considering that it was important when or where I jotted down each idea. It was just a game I played with myself.

Gradually, I was inspired to write out more flowing essay type ideas. The thoughts expressed and wisdom offered amazed me. I treasured the wisdom which was so apropos to everything I questioned about life and never doubted the authority behind it. It is now my understanding that the words of wisdom that flow through and to me, are for sure Divine Inspirations. But, I wondered, just how did I ever manage to be such a channel for such Divine Wisdom? And then I thought back to the multitude of “painting titles,” words which I had never assumed told any story or were any form of communication. When this idea came to me just a few months ago I literally ran to the cabinet where I have stuffed my old painting title journals. As I read I was stunned. There was an amazing continuity to the words and phrases, a conversation, communication, messages, wisdom, love, all there, all the time. It was if was if Spirit was tapping the door of my mind. “Hello, we are here, are you listening? All is well. Keep it up. Each day is better. Look up, love is all around you.”

Hold your high thoughts.
I am on high so you must hold high thoughts to live through me.

From the book
Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story
by artist/author Debra Clemente.