I am Love

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I love everyone. Often, I get urges to tell people I really don’t know well, or at all, that I love them. I usually don’t, but I will start to, so if I say it to you, and you are confused and don’t know why — there is no why. I have no reason, other than that you are and I am, which is enough. Indeed, this is all it takes, because pure love is a natural outgrowth of Being, of giving birth to one’s light body. Loving everyone (taking the word in the grand sense to mean every “thing”, seen and unseen, on this planet and the cosmos) means being completely incapable of judging the natural flow of experience or Life itself. I am experience. Which is another way of saying that I am Love. And this love that I am is not directed at anyone in particular, has no goal or ambition, has no preferences for how the object of one’s love should act or be in order to “deserve” my love. True love is beyond moral desert. Radiating love is a natural consequence of not judging, not being for or against anything, accepting the fact that pure awareness and you are the same river. The river simply flows, it does not curse the rocks in the way (there is even no concept of being “in the way” as an obstacle, but, the river is “the Way, the Truth and the Life” (Saint John 14:6), so everything literally is the river) but merely washes over them with detached compassion. The river that does not discriminate between moral and immoral, spiritual and non-spiritual, enlightened and unenlightened, good and bad, that which hurts me and that which pleases me. This is what Jesus meant when he said, “And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take from the water of life freely”. (Revelation 22:17) The sun shines and the rain pours on whoever will receive them. 

So if I tell you I love you, and I’ve just met you or I known you for 10 years — but in reality, I will always have “just met you” if I am a field of Conscious Presence and I die to past and future every moment (i.e. the moment is Me) — then it is true, and is my way of saying that I am you, because you are Love, too.

So, I love you, even if you don’t like it or think its weird, even if you think that makes me gay, weak, less of a man, or naive and childish to love someone without reciprocity.

Moreover, one could never reject this Love in particular, because it is not directed at anyone in particular; it simply radiates outward in all directions. Human love is something you do. Divine Love is something you are. It is a way of eternally blushing in front of yourself. And when you blush eternally, everyone around you will find out eventually and be infected by you. Imagine a crowd of strangers blushing so long, so vividly, so vulnerably, that the concepts of shame, blame and guilt are rendered completely and utterly unthinkable to them.

By being love, you are never in need of it — as it’s simply your natural state.

I am Nature

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apiomerus californicus (California bee assassin) eating a honeybee on erigonum fasciculatum (California Buckwheat) in Malibu, CA.

This was channeled from somewhere in the galactics, probably my higher self on Sirius, the same consciousness that was there when Gaia was quite young. I am in absolute union with All That Is, in this case specifically, that realm of devas and fairies we call “nature”. The road to Gaia, the road to Faerie and the road to the Holy Spirit in the Twelfth Dimension all lead to the same place: pure and unadulterated emptiness. Spirit wants to come down into Form, i.e. me and you. The time is THE NOW for absolute union. Individuals of Christ Consciousness are pure love, which is to say, if you looked into the Great Void and you looked into such an individual and you looked into the brain of a pollen grain, all three would look identical.

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all insects sit in the seat of my soul

waiting for my blood to spill

in the sanctuary of

their bliss

 

all plants lounge in the cake of my flesh

as we pursue

the sweetest bark

of dog and tree

 

all bobcats lay claim on my ambition

as we propose

our flowers as peers

 

all ferns sweep the forest with my breath

and never forget

to tell me their birthdays

 

all snails write poems with my voice

as we cajole together

in luxury of their church

 

all birds read trees with my eyes

as we pierce

the heart of human desire

 

all spiders breath with my nose

as we decide

the future for their galaxy

 

all flowers weep with my tears

of joy, as we set the table

for the history of their sex lives

 

all dogs lick their lips with my tongue

as they traverse

the nebula of the wolf

 

all roots prance to my front door

as we direct

the traffic of their souls

 

all bats pray in my caves

of wine, as we study

the novels of their children

 

all songs of all birds are at my fingertips

and ushered into the womb

of every woman I am

 

all moths flutter into my heart

as we orgasm together

at the feet of God