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

Lessons learned, like badges earned from Heaven. See more ways to live fully through Me
each day. A smooth interface depends on how deep your inner faith, your trust in Me. Trust in Me. Trust in Me completely with your being. I made you. I know you. I am you at heart. In your heart’s deepest recesses I live. Bring Me to light. Let Me shine in your eyes.

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

March 29, 2011 - Journal Entry


I’m alive today. I’ve learned some lessons. I still have a lot of time on my hands.

Don’t worry your pretty little head.

I live in “the zone” just call me “Flow,” angels watching over me. I can judge no one. I have no place, no right. Everyone has a unique journey. The only path I have walked and can walk is my own.

I believe in laughter.

What you see now it’s all temporary. The only thing that lasts is Love.

I’m not realistic. I was lead here.

Instead of saying, “I don’t know what it is” say, “I’ll be shown what it is.” Play along, these signs say. Trust Me. Trust Yourself. Desperation is lousy inspiration.

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.”

Do you know where all fresh ideas come from? They arise unto your consciousness from within your heart, which is your soul, which is continually connected to the source, which it the fount of all possibility. They come to and through you as you allow, as you allow the possibility of something to be, as you allow the possibility of a solution to a quandary you have. They come to you when you say you would like to find a way, not when you say “no way.” When you declare anything impossible you are declaring it impossible for you and you alone, unless others believe your talk as well.
Excerpted from the book Listen Hear, A Divine Love Story by Debra Clemente

I do not allow the voice of my mind to interfere. I say "Shh, hush little mind. Let's listen together to this wisdom of God and allow it to flow forth uninterrupted and unedited by any other." And then what happens amazes me, as I see the idea that at first seemed disconnected or irrelevant come together in perfect light.

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

Why so sad? Why so disheartened? Why do you allow your mood to swing so? First it’s high, then low. When you ride the waves of life this is how you live. When you look to the outside, the outer, you ride the waves, the highs and lows clinging to the edge of your small boat for your life. Your knuckles are white with the terror of your tight grip. Yet what are you really holding on to? The boat, which you are never really sure if it will sink or float?  How about floating gently through life with Me? Flowing majestically on the high seas, riding the waves with confidence for the power which is the wave is the power you are, the power you work with in each moment, a power which does not slam against you but flows through you.

When you truly live through Me your life will reflect the peace and power which is the ocean. The depth and breadth of the ocean will be the all you are. You will not fear drowning. As you are the all of the ocean, you cannot drown in your self. One drop of water does not fear the cup of water. It is glad to be home with family. And added to the cup it is no longer separate, no longer alone but one with the all, no separation, none.

You are that drop now. You are that drop of water in the ocean. You are the wave. You are the water in the depths of the sea. You are who you are but you are no more separated from any other than one drop of water in the ocean is from any other. Together all is one. When you look at your reflection you only see yourself but you are not looking properly. For as you look about you are as well seeing yourself.

When a wave slams into the beach and splashes water into the air, a little drop of water sees himself for a brief instant as an individual drop, a single piece of water, a separate identity from the all. From the time of its birth (the big splash) up to its death (its return to the all of the ocean) seems an eternity to the little drop. He is suddenly aware of the world and sees himself as alone and separate.

This is how you see yourself as alone and separate from the all of life that is. And each of you, just like the little drop of water will just as naturally and effortlessly return to the One that is, just as the splashed up drop of water. Even as that drop felt separate, he was still all the One was. He was still of the same substance, he just did not recognize it.

Are you understanding this, dear ones? Do not fear the ocean. Do not fear life. Ride the waves in confidence that you cannot be swallowed up by or up heaved by any perceived turbulence. For all such turbulence is of your mind. Your heart knows better for your heart knows Me.

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