This body, this life, this LOVE, I am not, nor will I ever be, for this or any body, this or any life, this or any LOVE, this or any me/we, is innately God/Infinity.
The divine rainbow prism pyramid, the holy trinity of; infinite information – the raw formless data from which all creation takes shape, infinite energy – the supreme creative consciousness that shapes the formless data into creation, infinite force – the binding attracting undeniable intention of LOVE to manifest creation so that God/Infinity may experience itself.
God/Infinity infinitely dreaming/dreamt the infinite abstract that was, into the infinite creation that is; all stories, all lies, all truths, all illusions of the sublime divine mind’s brilliantly beautiful designs.
To LOVE myself/ourselves is to LOVE God/Infinity; for God/Infiniity is all that is and I/we are but blessed figments of her imagination, given freewill to forget and pretend, to play in the her sandbox of infinite space/time, that me/we are other; that me/we, this body, this life, this LOVE are for infinite moments real.
There is no me/we, there is only God/Infinity, experiencing herself, disguised as Mother giving birth to the unending unimaginably fantastical opus, that is infinite creation…
“The religious idea of God cannot do full duty for the metaphysical infinity.” ~ Alan Watts
Report after report of children, animals, nature, the very soul of innocence, divinity, grace itself, abused, tortured, maimed, murdered; the young enlightened women, spirit free, weeps. Tears stream down rose cheeks, collecting in pools of sorrow, into which it seems she may fall and drown. An ancient sage, her teacher, from the sacred place in the woods approaches and lifts her chin gently to look into his wise kind eyes and asks, “Why do you weep my child, have you forgot all that you have come again to know.” The women whose face radiates a sublime purity that would makes even Angels green with envy, stares back at the sage with a deep empathetic intention to match his own and answers, “Oh no my beloved mentor, I have not forgot the truth of LOVE I have remembered. I know that it is all that is real, source; all else is creator’s creation, infinite illusion. The tears that flow are not for me, but for those who suffer because they still believe this to be real, having yet to choose to remember to see and the pools my tears form are not for me in which to fall and drown, but for those who come in my dreams, asking to have their souls cleansed of the self cast spell of vanity and forgetting, that they too, with the truth of LOVE remembered, may again be free.”
“for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.” ~ Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The now middle aged man, coming rapidly upon his fiftieth year of imagining, stumbled groggily to the bathroom, wiping the dawn’s dewy sleep from his eyes, laying his hands on the cool marble that surrounded his wash basin, he leaned forward, splashing brisk water on his cheeks and with a sun warmed towel patting them dry; his face just inches from the mirror, reading each line on his face, the stories of his life captured in each tiny wrinkle and just as he was about to ask himself the same questions he has been asking morning after morning, year after year, for as long as cared or dared remember “Who am I? Why am I? What am I?” He thought, “no, this time I will ask the questions differently.” So instead of, “Who am I? Why am I? What am I?” he asked, “Who are you? Why are you? What are you?” and much to his great shock his reflection answered back, “Ask me not for ultimate answers to the illusion of our infinite beingness, for there are none. Ask me instead, ‘How are we meant to be?’ And I will show you the absolute way; the way that is LOVE” At that moment the man’s reflection reached out through the looking glass and took the man by the hand, guiding him gently into mirror that was rippling like mercury and with that the man and his reflection walked off into the endless dream, the path now clear and known; the answers he had for so long sought, left laying along with his ego, on the cool marble counter beside the wash basin, of no more importance or consequence than the wet cloth they lay beside.
“Inside yourself or outside, you never have to change what you see, only the way you see it.” ~ Thaddeus Golas
Change, like LOVE, is inevitable, unquestionable, unstoppable; it is the page turning, the story unfolding, the unknown becoming known, the victors falling to defeat; change my friends is upon us, like the seasons, leaves brown, red, gold, floating from trees, grounded turning to dust, dust buried beneath the snow that has fallen from cold gray winter skies, snow melting in warm spring rain, flowers wake to bloom, rain evaporates under the smiling rays of a brilliant glowing summer sun; change is coming, like the tide and the best we can do now is find a good board and ride the wave till it breaks on the shore of the new page that has turned; yes change, like LOVE, is inevitable, unquestionable, unstoppable, so we must come to embrace the change that is, just as we must come to embrace the LOVE we are…
“For either or both ways all minds are always,
Morning and noon and night, sleeping and waking,
Summer and winter, always always changing…” ~ James Henry, “Love,” 1855 December 26th
President Franklin Delano Roosevelt/FDR once shared this profound truth, to inspire humanity’s collective consciousness from being devoured by its shadow’s gaping maw, “The only thing to fear is fear itself” and now I share the most profound truth of all, to inspire humankind to light’s all encompassing embrace, the only thing to LOVE is LOVE itself.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ~ Martin Luther King Jr
In the ignorance of the male ego, the belief, is that life survives and wins through fear and competition; while within the wisdom of the feminine divine, it is an eternal known, that life thrives and prospers with LOVE and collaboration.
“As this era of masculine dominance comes to an end and a feminine understanding of life’s wholeness is included, we are beginning to experience a different world in which physical, mental, and spiritual well-being are interdependent. We see the signs of this in the new age movement. But the new age movement is often limited by its focus on individual well-being. Our real concern is the well-being of the planet and the whole of humanity. Central to this is the understanding that the physical world cannot be healed from a solely physical perspective, but requires a shift to an attitude that contains a multi-dimensional approach.” ~ Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
The one who is a master of LOVE’s secret, wants for nothing in return, for the only reward they seek is the happiness of their beloved; the master has remembered that all Infinity is their beloved, to whom they are betrothed for eternity.
“You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.” ~ Robert Louis Stevenson