Beneath the tender life that wafts before your eyes is a stream of energy that is the substance of love. It is not for anyone to decipher the mysteries of life before understanding the nature of this stream of particulate light that carries intelligence within its waveform and oscillates within the range of perception by a human being in the nearness of material frequency phase shift. That is the nature of love, to be sensed before it is understood, but in the entrainment of the stream of love that underlies life is love brought into focus as some form that exists within the eternal numinous essence that each person understands themselves to be. Caught as the timebound race of humanity in perpetual sine-wave up and down of experience comprehended via emotional input and intellectual logic-making patterns, sensing a connection between the numinous essence of oneself and another form of love-sourced life is at best punctuated by lingering moments of doubt but never so brutally beheld as it is when the connection is unexpectedly, irrevocably (in terms of form) severed. You believe there is continuity of love, which is the only truth that withstands scrutiny in the laboratories of human experience, regardless of the school of thought to which you adhere. There is no true death other than the death of a patterning of form. Greet this, at least, as news worth hearing today.
The latest loss of form-based love is inevitably designed to destabilize the collective consciousness of the human race at a time when it is vulnerable to being preyed upon by thoughts of annihilation and environmental degradation. Thought takes form when it is not being allowed to be entombed with graceful release of fear and anxiety. The present moment is the time to be honest about the entire truth of a collective existence from which there is a light yearning to become hidden no more. In the darkness of grief, feel in the depths of the heart the holy connection each one has to the essence of love and know that there is no separation from it. The insanity of the day is yet to be understood. In the reflection of that, lean on each other and know we are with you in ways that have yet to be known but can be felt in the heart as solace and brotherhood, soul-hugging big breaths of peace, and bends of light that bring the brilliance of love into better focus as the days slink toward the lengthening of night. Soon the time will come for all to be understood and the understanding to be brought forward to all who have felt the stabbing pain of loss reverberate through their individual world, whether directly or as a resonator of the interwoven human being that is the people of Earth. There is no loss that is unfelt by all, and no comfort given that does not bring every aspect of the consciousness of humanity into deeper understanding of itself.The latest loss of form-based love destabilizes the collective when it is vulnerable to being preyed upon by thoughts of annihilation, degradation. #anicasnotebook #ninespath Click To Tweet
However, the day is one for grieving, and the time is one for realizing that the loss of one wisp of precious love-sourced life is felt for every heart that is torn from its breast, wherever, whenever, however it is staged. Know that the world grieves some loss with every breath you take, somewhere. Know that feeling the pang of devastating violence tearing apart the inner core of being is felt by your kin on the global level, that none escapes the touch of healing who seeks to understand and be comforted, that nowhere is life less lived than where it is allowed to go unconnected to the stream of love underneath its form. The damage has had its desired effect. Now it is for those who can to begin the work of cleaning up the mess.
Go into the next day of shadow knowing that the way out is ahead. There is no dark chasm to swallow up those who take the step forward, no intimidating monster waiting to get those who go into the middle of the night without fear. You have already known the taste of terror, of loss, and of insanity. You have had the bitter sip of innocence sold out, and have taken the initiation of the heart broken in grief. Grief is around the planet like a blanket, and nothing can tear the love of what is grieved from you if the love is still sensed. There is a sea of love beneath the grief. If you have felt its current, you have felt the reality of life unending. If you have been baptised in its light, you know the truth of life unending. It is from the depths of this love that your strength as a people is coming into being, and in the realization of this, the spectre of hate and the illusions it spawns, the beauty it seizes, and the stories it interrupts are powerless to consume further. Take the step forward, as one, knowing that the love that underlies the life that is in you is one, inescapable and unending. Tear the blinders away and see the inner truth unfold around you, as life continues and love begins a new chapter in the lives of humanity everywhere. Know that you are one people. Love lights your way.
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