Love
Love
Today we want to talk about love, and the love we feel for you, and for all life on earth, and for all that is.
Love is the fundamental, resonant vibration of consciousness, and of the All–That–Is.
Love is like the gentle ripples that flow outward from a blue, crystal clear pond, touching everything. Love is quiet, serene, but enormously powerful.
Love is not loud and ostentatious, nor is it ego–driven.
Stop what you are doing right now, sit still and relax. Allow love to seep into your bones, your cells, and into your being. Love is who you are.
It resonates powerfully within everything and every one. Feel the power of love within you, the confidence and strength of it. Don’t you feel a sense of well–being?
We liken love to the electricity that flows through the wiring of your house. It runs your appliances, your computers, your radios and TV’s, your home theater systems. The flow of electric current is the vibration that powers everything. Its frequency and strength is adjusted perfectly to everything you plug into it. Love is the same way. There is no situation in which love is not appropriate, did you know that? An angry person will literally dissolve in the presence of love, for anger is a sub–harmonic of love. All vibrations in the All–That–Is proceed from love, it is the
You are powerless to the degree that you cannot feel love.
You are as insecure as you are unable to feel the vibration of love coursing through you
Love is actually not a vibration, did you know that? Love is the SOURCE of all vibration in the universe, and causes all things to resonate to it.
Love is outside of time, and space.
Love is the creative potential that manifests itself in the physical.
It is the source of inspiration, of the creation of the entire universe. How can this be? Because love wants to share itself, to spread itself far and wide. Love is the feeling of your cup running over.
This is/was the motivation for that which desires to manifest itself. And so you see, dear ones, that the universe must constantly expand, for love constantly desires to give of itself, which leads to perpetual increase.
Have you ever felt like this? When you feel so wonderful that you just have to jump up and tell the world how much you love it? How much you want to give of yourself to it?
All things proceed from this impulse. In your physical containers, encapsulated within space and time, you want to know how it all began, don’t you? Well, the answer is that it didn’t! And it will never end! Something eternal is not limited! Love, being eternal and infinite, needed to express itself in an infinite variety of ways. And so, the All–That–Is was created, and continues to grow.
Love is unconditional, because it is infinite.
When you truly connect with another person, you feel love.
To love, everything is acceptable –– even the most heinous, cruel and barbaric act. Does this sound crazy
It is only crazy if you consider yourself to be limited! Of course, you are not limited. Your physical body is a temporary vehicle of perception, and your earth experience, no matter how poignant, an amusement park ride.
The person you hate is connected to you in the most intimate fashion, because hatred is an expression of love. When Ken first met his wife, he was repelled. But that hate turned into a powerful expression of intimacy that has lasted and grown for 30 years.
No matter how many deluded philosophies you invent to convince yourselves of your inadequacies, you cannot get away from love.
That is because all endings are happy endings! When you die, you will discover this once more, and laugh about your fears. You will see clearly into every horrible experience you have ever had, and understand that the basis for all action is love. That is something to look forward to. But our message this week is to put a little more love in your life right now! It’s not hard, really it’s not! To feel love all you have to do is BE who you ARE.
So take a few minutes out of every day for love. The more you consciously orient yourself to this feeling, the more you will blossom.
