The God
Memorandum

To: You
From: God
Take Counsel.
I hear your cry.
It passes through the darkness, filters through
the clouds, mingles with starlight and finds its way
to my heart on the path of a sunbeam.
I have anguished over the cry of a hare choked in
the noose of a snare, a sparrow tumbled from the
nest of it's mother, a child thrashing helplessly in
a pond, and a son shedding his blood on a cross.
Know that I hear you, also. Be at peace. Be calm.
I bring thee relief for your sorrow for I know its
cause…..and its cure.
You weep for all your childhood dreams that
have vanished with the years.
You weep for all your self-esteem that has been
corrupted by failure.
You weep for all your potential that has been
trampled by mobs.
You weep for all your talent that has been
wasted through misuse.
You look upon yourself with disgrace and you
turn in terror from the image you see in the pool.
Who is this mockery of humanity staring back
at you with bloodless eyes of shame?
Where is the grace of your manner, the beauty
of your figure, the quickness of your movement,
the clarity of your mind, the brilliance of your
tongue?
Who stole your goods? Is the thiefs identity
known to you, as it is to me?
Once you placed your head in a pillow of grass
in your fathers field and looked up at a cathedral
of clouds and knew that all the gold of Babylon
would be yours in time.
Once you read from many books and wrote on
many tablets, convinced beyond any doubt that
all the wisdom of Solomon would be equaled and
surpassed by you.
And the seasons would flow into years until lo,
you would reign supreme in your own garden of
Eden.
Dost thou remember who implanted those
plans and dreams and seeds of hope within you?
You cannot.
You have no memory of that moment when
first you emerged from your mothers womb and
I placed my hand on your soft brow. And the
secret I whispered in your small ear when I
bestowed my blessings upon you?
Remember our secret?
You cannot.
The passing years have destroyed your
recollection, for they have filled your mind with
fear and doubt and anxiety and remorse and hate
and there is no room for joyful memories where
these beasts habitate.
Weep no more. I am with you…and this moment
is the dividing line of your life. All that has gone
before is like unto no more than that time you
slept within your mother's womb. What is past
is dead, let the dead bury the dead.
This day you return from the living dead.
This day, like unto Elijah with the widow's
son, I stretch myself upon thee three times
and you live again.
This day, like unto Elisha with the Shuna-
mmite's son, I put my mouth upon your mouth
and my eyes upon your eyes and my hands
upon your hands and your flesh is warm again.
This day, like unto Jesus at the tomb of Lazarus,
I command you to come forth and you will walk
from your cave of doom to begin a new life.
This is your birthday. This is your new date of
birth. Your first life, like unto a play of the
theatre, was only a rehearsal. This time the
curtain is up. This time the world watches and
waits to applaud. This time you will not fail.
Light your candles. Share your cake. Pour
the wine. You have been reborn.
Like a butterfly from its chrysalis you will
fly…..fly as high as you wish, and neither the
wasps nor dragon flies nor mantids of
mankind shall obstruct your mission or your
search for the true riches of life.
Feel my hand upon thy head.
Attend to my wisdom.
Let me share with you, again, the secret you
heard at birth and forgot.
You are my greatest miracle.
You are the greatest miracle in the world.
Those are the first words you ever heard.
Then you cried. They all cry.
You did not believe me then…..and nothing
has happened in the intervening years to
correct your disbelief. For how could you be a
miracle when you consider yourself a failure at
the most menial of tasks? How can you be a
miracle when you have little confidence in
dealing with the most trivial of responsibilities?
How can you be a miracle when you are
shackled by debt and lie awake in torment over
whence will come tomorrows bread?
Enough, the milk that is spilled is sour. Yet,
how many prophets, how many wise men, how
many poets, how may artists, how many
composers, how many scientists, how many
philosophers and messengers have I sent with
word of your divinity, your potential for
godliness, and the secrets of achievement?
How did you treat them?
Still I love you and I am with you now,
through these words, to fulfill the prophet who
announced that the Lord shall set his hand
again, the second time, to recover the remnant
of his people.
I have set my hand again.
This is the second time.
You are my remnant.
It is of no avail to ask, haven't you known,
haven't you heard, hasn't it been told to you
from the beginning; haven't you understood
from the foundation of the earth?
You have not known; you have not heard;
you have not understood.
You have been told you are a divinity in
disguise, a god playing a fool.
You have been told that you are a special
piece of work, noble in reason, infinite in
faculties, express and admirable in form and
moving, like an angel in action, like a god in
apprehension.
You have been told you are the salt of the earth.
You were given the secret even of moving
mountains, of performing the impossible.
You believed no one. You burned your map to
happines, you abandoned your claim to peace
of mind, you snuffed out the candles that had
been placed along your destined path to glory,
and then you stumbled, lost and frightened, in
the darkness of futility and self-pity, until you
fell into a hell of your own creation.
Then you cried and beat your breast and cursed
the luck that had befallen you. You refused to
accept the consequences of your own petty
thoughts and lazy deeds and you searched for
a scapegoat on which to blame your failure.
How quickly you found one.
You blamed me!
You cried that your handicaps, your
mediocrity, your lack of opportunity, your
failures…..were the will of God!
You were wrong!
Let us take inventory. Let us first, call a roll of
your handicaps. For how can I ask you to build
a new life lest you have the tools?
Are you blind? Does the sun rise and fall
without your witness?
No. You can see…..and the hundred million
receptors I have placed in your eyes enable you
to enjoy the magic of a leaf, a snowflake,
a pond, an eagle, a child, a star, a rose, a
rainbow…..and the look of love. Count one
blessing.
Are you deaf? Can a baby laugh or cry
without your attention?
No. You can hear…..and the twenty-four
thousand fibers I have built in each of your
ears vibrate to the wind in the trees, the tides
on the rocks, the majesty of an opera, a Robin's
plea, children at play…and the words I love you.
Count another blessing.
Are you mute? Do your lips move and bring
forth only spittle?
No. You can speak…..as can no other of any of
my creatures, and your words can calm the
angry, uplift the despondent, goad the quitter,
cheer the unhappy, warm the lonely, praise the
worthy, encourage the defeated, teach the
ignorant….and say I love you. Count another
blessing.
Are you paralyzed? Does your helpless form
despoil the land?
No. You can move. You are not a tree
condemned to a small plot, while the wind and
world abuses you. You can stretch and run and
dance and work, for within you I have designed
five hundred muscles, two hundred bones, and
seven miles of nerve fiber all synchronized to
do your bidding. Count another blessing.
Are you unloved and unloving? Does
loneliness engulf you night and day?
No. No more. For now you know love's
secret, that to receive love it must be given
with no thought of its return. To love for
fulfillment, satisfaction or pride is no love. Love
is a gift on which no return is demanded. Now
you know that to love unselfishly is its own
reward. And even should love not be returned
it is not lost, for love not reciprocated will flow
back to you and soften and purify your heart.
Count another blessing. Count twice.
Is your heart stricken? Does it leak and strain
to maintain your life?
No. Your heart is strong. Touch your chest
and feel its rythm, pulsating, hour after hour,
day and night, thirty-six million beats each
year, year after year, asleep or awake, pumping
your blood through more than sixty-thousand
miles of veins, arteries, and tubing…..pumping
more than six hundred thousand gallons each
year. Man has never created such a machine.
Count another blessing.
Are you diseased of skin? Do people turn in
horror when you approach?
No. Your skin is clear and a marvel of creation,
needing only that you tend it with soap and oil
and brush and care. In time all steels will tarnish
and rust, but not your skin. Eventually the
strongest of metals will wear, with use, but not
that layer that I have constructed around you.
Constantly it renews itself, old cells replaced by
new, just as the old you is now replaced by the
new. Count another blessing.
Are your lungs befouled? No. Your portholes
to life support you even in the vilest enviroments
of your own making, and they labor always to
filter life-giving oxygen through six hundred
million pockets of folded flesh while they rid your
body of gaseous wastes. Count another blessing.
Is your blood poisoned? Is it diluted with water
and pus? No. Within your five quarts of blood are
twenty-two trillion blood cells and within each
cell are millions of molecules and within each
molecule is an atom oscillating at more then ten
million times each second. Each second two
million of your blood cells die to be replaced by
two million more in a resurrection that has
continued since your first birth. As it has always
been inside, so now it is on your outside.
Count another blessing.
Are you feeble of mind? Can you no longer think
for yourself?
No. Your brain is the most complex strucure in
the universe. I know. Within its three pounds are
thirteen billion nerve cells, more than three times
as many cells as there are people on your earth.
To help you file away every perception, every
sound, every taste, every smell, every action you
have experienced since the day of your birth, I
have implanted, within your cells, more than one
thousand billion billion protein molecules. Every
incedent in your life is there waiting only your
recall. And to assist your brain in the control of
your body I have dispersed, throughout your form,
four million pain-sensitive structures, five hundred
thousand touch detectors, and more the two
hundred thousand temperature dectectors. No
nations gold is better protected than you. None
of your ancient wonders are greater than you.
You are my finest creation.
Within you is enough atomic energy to destroy
any of the worlds great cities…..and rebuild it.
Are you poor? Is there no gold or silver in your
purse?
No. You are rich! Together we have just counted
your wealth. Study the list. Count them again.
Tally your assets!
Why have you betrayed yourself? Why have you
cried that all the blessings of humanity were
removed from you? Why did you deceive yourself
that you were powerless to change your life?
Are you without talents, senses, abilities, pleasures,
instincts, sensations, and pride? Are you without
hope? Why do you cringe in the shadows, a giant
defeated, awaiting only sympathetic transport
into the welcome void and dampness of hell?
You have so much. Your blessings overflow
your cup…..and you have been unmindful of
them, like a child spoiled in luxury, since I have
bestowed them upon you with generosity and
regularity.
Answer me.
Answer yourself.
What rich man, old and sick, feeble and helpless,
would not trade all the gold in his vault for the
blessings you have treated so lightly.
Know then the first secret to happiness and
success: that you possess, even now, every
blessing necessary to achieve great glory. They
are your treasures, your tools to build, starting
today, the foundation for a new and better life.
Therefore I say unto you, count your blessings
and know that you are my greatest creation.
This is the first law you must obey in order to
perform the greates miracle in the world, the
return of your humanity from living death.
And be grateful for your lessons learned in
poverty. For he is not poor who has little; only
he that desires much…..and true security lies
not in the things one has but in the things
one can do without.
Where are the handicaps that produced
your failure? They existed only in your mind.
Count your blessings.
And the second law is like unto the first. Proclaim
your rarity.
You had condemned yourself to a potters field, and
there you lay, unable to forgive your own failure,
destroying yourself with self-hate, self-incrimination,
and revulsion at your crimes against yourself and
others.
Are you not perplexed?
Do you wonder why I am able to forgive your failures, your transgressions, your pitiful demeanor….when you cannot
forgive yourself?
I address you now, for three reasons. You need me.
You are not one of a herd heading for destruction in a
grey mass of mediocrity. And….you are a great rarity.
Consider a painting by Rembrandt, or a bronze sculpture
by Degas or a violin by Stradivarious or a play by
Shakespeare. They have great value for two reasons: their
creators were masters and they are few in number. Yet
there are more than one of each of these.
On that reasoning you are the most valuable treasure
on the face of the earth, for you know who created you and there is only one of you.
Never, in all the seventy billion humans who have walked
this planet since the beginning of time has there been
anyone exactly like you.
Never, until the end of time, will there be another such
as you.
You have shown no knowledge or appreciation of your
uniqueness.
Yet, you are the rarest thing in the world.
From your father, in his moment of supreme love, flowed
countless seeds of love, more than four hundred million in
number. All of them, as they swam within your mother,
gave up the ghost and died. All except one! You.
You alone persevered within the loving warmth of your
mother's body, searching for your other half, a single cell
from your mother so small that more than two million
would be necessary to fill an acorn shell. Yet, despite
impossible odds, in that vast ocean of darkness and
disaster, you persevered, found that infinitesmal cell,
joined with it, and began a new life. Your life.
You arrived, bringing with you, as does every child, the
message that I was not yet discouraged of man. Two
cells now united in a miracle. Two cells, each containing
twenty-three chromosomes and within each chromosome
hundreds of genes, which would govern every characterisitic
about you, from the color of your eyes to the charm of your
manner, to the size of your brain.
With all the combinations at my command, beginning with
that single sperm from your father's four hundred million,
through the hundreds of genes in each of the chromosomes
from your mother and father, I could have created three
hundred thousand billion humans, each different from the
other. But who did I bring forth? You! One of a kind.
Rarest of the rare. A priceless treasure, possessed of qualities
in mind and speech and movement as no other who has
ever lived, lives, or shall live.
Why have you valued yourself in pennies when you are
worth a kings ransom? Why did you listen to those who
demeaned you….and far worse, why did you believe them?
Take counsel. No longer hide your rarity in the dark.
Bring it forth. Show the world. Strive not to walk as your
brother walks, nor talk as you leader talks, nor labor as do the mediocre. Never do as another. Never imitate. For how
do you know that you may not imitate evil; and he who imitates evil always goes beyond the example set, while
he who imitates what is good always falls short. Imitate
no one. Be yourself. Show your rarity to the world and
they will shower you with gold. This then is the second law.
Proclaim your rarity.
And now you have received two laws. Count your blessings!
Proclaim your rarity! You have no handicaps. You are not
mediocre. You nod. You force a smile. You admit your
self-deception.
What of your next complaint? Opportunity never seeks
thee?
Take counsel and it shal come to pass, for now I give you the law of success in every venture. Many centuries ago this law
was given to your forefathers from a mountaintop. Some
heeded the law and lo, their life was filled with the fruit of
happiness, accomplishment, gold, and peace of mind. Most
listened not, for they sought magic means, devious routes,
or waited for the devil called luck to deliver to them the
riches of life. They waited in vain…just as you waited, and
then they wept, as you wept, blaming their lack of fortune
on my will.
The law is simple. Young or old, pauper or king, white
or black, male or female…all can use the secret to their advantage; for of all the rules and speeches and scriptures
of success and how to attain it, only one method has never failed…whomsoever shall compel ye to go with him one
mile…go with him two.
This then is the third law… and the secret that will produce
riches and acclaim beyond your wildest dreams. Go another
mile!
The only certain means of success is to render more and
better service than is expected of you, no mattter what your task may be. This is a habit followed by all successful
people sice the beginning of time. Therefore I saith the surest way to doom yourself to mediocrity is to perform only the
work for which you are paid. Think not ye are being cheated
if you deliver more than the silver you receive. For there is a
pendulum to all life and the sweat you deliver, if not
rewarded today will swing back tomorrow, tenfold.
The mediocre never goes another mile, for why should he cheat himself, he thinks, But you are not mediocre. To go3
another mile is a privilege you must appropriate by your
own initiative. You cannot, you must not avoid it.
Neglect it, do only as little as the others, and the
responsibility for your failure is yours alone.
you can no more render service without receiving just
compensation than you can withhold the rendering of it without suffering the loss of reward. Cause and effect,
means and ends, seed and fruit, these cannot be seperated.
The effect already blooms in the cause, the end pre-exists
in the means, and the fruit is always in the seed.
Go another mile.
Concern yourself not that you should serve an ungrateful
master. Serve him more.
And instead of him, let it be me who is in your debt, for
then you know that every stroke of extra service will be
repaid. And worry not, should your reward not come soon.
For the longer payment is withheld the better for you…
for compound interest on compound interest is this law's greatest benefit.
You cannot command success, you can only deserve it…
and now you know the great secret necessary in order to merit it's rare reward.
Go another mile!
Where is the field whence you cried there was no opportunity?
Look! Look around thee. See, where only yesterday you
wallowed on the refuse of self-pity, you now walk tall on
a carpet of gold. Nothing has changed….except you, but you
are everything. You are my greatest miracle.
You are the greates miracle in the world.
And now the laws of happiness and success are three.
Count your blessings!
Proclaim your rarity!
Go another mile!
Be patient with your progress. To count your blessings with gratitude, to proclaim you rarity with pride, to go an extra mile and then another, these acts are not accomplished
in the blinking of an eye. Yet that which you aquire with the
most difficulty you retain the longest; as those who have earned a fortune are more careful of it than those by whom
it was inherited. And fear not as you enter your new life.
Every noble aquisition is attended with its risks. He who
fears to encounter the one must not expect to obtain the
other. Now you know you are a miracle. And there is no
fear in a miracle.
Be proud. You are not the momentary whim of a careless
creator, experimenting in the laboratory of life. You are not
the slave of forces you cannot comprehend. You are a free
manifestation of no force but mine. You were made with a
purpose.
Feel My hand. Hear My words.
You need me…..and I need you.
We have a world to rebuild….and if it requireth a miracle what is that to us? We are both miracles and now we
have each other.
Never have I lost faith in you since that day when I first
spun you from a giant wave and tossed you helplessly on
the sands. As you measure time that was more than five hundred million years ago. There were many models,
many shapes, many sizes, before I reached perfection in
you more than thirty thousand years ago. I have made
no further effort to improve on you in all these years.
For how could one improve on a miracle? You were
a marvel to behold and I was pleased. I gave you this
world and dominion over it. Then, to enable you to
reach your full potential I placed my hand upon you,
once more, and endowed you with powers unknown
to any other creature in the universe, even unto this day.
I gave you the power to think.
I gave you the power to love.
I gave you the power to will.
I gave you the power to laugh.
I gave you the power to imagine.
I gave you the power to create.
I gave you the power to plan.
I gave you the power to speak.
I gave you the power to pray.
My pride in you knew no bounds. You were my ultimate creation, my greatest miracle. A complete living being.
One who can adjust to any climate, any hardship, any
challenge. One who can manage his own destiny
without any interference from me. One who can translate
a sensation or perception, not by instinct, but by thought
and deliberation into whatever action is best for him and
all humanity.
Then we come to the fourth law of success and
happiness…for I gave youone more power, a power so
great that not even my angels possess it.
I gave you…the power to choose.
With this gift I placed you even above my angels…
for angels are not free to choose sin. I gave you complete
control over you destiny. I told you to determine, for
yourself, your own nature in accordance with your own
free will. Neither heavenly nor earthly in nature, you were
free to fashion yourself in whatever form you preferred.
You had the power to choose to degenerate into the
lowest forms of life, but you also had the power, out
of your soul's judgement, to be reborn into the higher
forms, which are divine.
I have never withdrawn your great power, the power
to choose.
What have you done with this tremendous force?
Look at yourself. Think of the choices you have made
in your life and recall, now, those bitter moments when
you would fall to your knees if only you had the
opportunity to choose again.
What is past is past…and now you know the fourth
great law of happiness and success…Use wisely, your
power of choice.
Choose to love…rather than hate.
Choose to laugh…rather than cry.
Choose to create…rather than destroy.
Choose to persevere…rather than quit.
Choose to praise…rather than gossip.
Choose to heal…rather than wound.
Choose to give…rather than steal.
Choose to act…rather than procrastinate.
Choose to grow…rather than rot.
Choose to pray…rather than curse.
Choose to live…rather than die.
Now you know that your misfortunes were not
my will, for all power was vested in you, and the
accumulation of deeds and thoughts which placed
you on the refuse of humanity were your doing,
not mine. My gifts of power were too large for your
small nature. Now you have grown tall and wise
and the fruits of the land will be yours.
You are more than a human being, you are a
human becoming.
You are capable of great wonders. Your potential
is unlimited. Who else, among my creatures, has
mastered fire? Who else, among my creatures, has
conquered gravity, has pierced the heavens, has
conquered disease and pestilence and drought?
Never demean yourself again!
Never settle for the crumbs of life!
Never hide your talents, from this day hence!
Remember the child who says, “when I am a
big boy.” But what is that? For the big boy says,
“when I grow up.” And then when grown up, he
says, “when I am wed.” But to be wed, what is
that, after all? The thought then changes to,
“when I retire.” And then, retirement comes, and he
looks back over the landscape traversed; a cold
wind sweeps over it and somehow he has missed
it all and it is gone.
Enjoy this day, today…and tomorrow, tomorrow.
You have performed the greatest miracle in the
world.
You have returned from a living death.
You will feel self-pity no more and each new day
will be a challenge and a joy.
You have been born again…but just as before,
you can choose failure and despair or success and
happiness. The choice is yours. The choice is
exclusively yours. I can only watch, as before…
in pride…or sorrow.
Remember, then, the four laws of happiness
and success.
Count your blessings.
Proclaim your rarity.
Go another mile.
Use wisely your power of choice.
And one more, to fulfill the other four.
Do all things with love…love for yourself, love for
all others, and love for me.
Wipe away your tears. Reach out, grasp my hand,
and stand straight.
Let me cut the grave cloths that have bound you.
This day you have been notified.

You are the Greatest
Miracle in the world!
Copied from Og Mandinos book, “The Greatest Miracle in the World”:rockon: