A magical thing happens when we decide to live from a place called love. A thing called peace transpires, as does prosperity, and clarity, and joy. These are not things that can be acquired through the uncertainty of day to day fears unless we are to take them through the transfusion of love and wash them clean, wash them new again, so that they are meaningless and no longer have a hold on us, or at least not the hold that are previous stories did.
No matter what happens throughout your life, or throughout your day, you are still eternally You (the undying, unedited version of Oneness). You are this version, whether you see it this way or not, whether or not you beleive it, whether or not you live by the means which this Truth beholds. You are This, and you can only be This, and the magic of the thing called love. And the levity of living under its spell, is that it takes you there. It takes you to that place within you that transforms all of the everything that gets in your way and blinds you from your miraculousness. It transcends time and space, and issues, and elevates you to a place where magic not only reigns, but unfolds moment to moment in ways that you could not have imagined from the perspective of not-love that you had lived before.
And we all lived there before. It is the place from which we came if we reach the higher highs, the ashes from which we all rise. And there is such beauty in that, really. If you have lived in the life of the love not quenched. If you have lived the life of the dreams permanently benched. If you have lived the life of the pain quota permeating permanently, unbudgingly throughout your reality rather than dipping into the barrel now and again, then you know what it is to live in suffering. To know what it is to live in suffering, not knowing how, or if, you will ever arrive ( or find your way out of your own personal hell) and then find it, some day, miraculously, simply by becoming the observer of the you who has opened the door to the You (essence) and is laying you on the line for complete and unobstructed observation, then you know what it is to become new again. And you know that miracles have a way of finding themselves into your heart, and that miracles happen to the everyday man.
There is no freedom in pain. We may lie to ourselves (sometimes for an eternity, sometimes just day to day until we don't) that our pain is justified, is necessary, is medial. We may tell our selves that it is the way of life. But the truth is that suffering is not our path. Our path is joy. Our destination is to find our way back to our souls, and there we will find the love, and the peace, and the strength that runneth over. If our focus point becomes to remain in joy, to reach for it, to surrender to peace, always, in all ways, then our life drastically changes, in profound and miraculous ways, without question.
Our suffering is there, as it always has been, and must be met with a loving heart. But our suffering, as our identity, distorts our truth and our perception of our selves as well as our reality, in ways that thwart our best efforts at living. To become one with ourselves, we must explore the depths of our being that hold our highest and lowest parts. But to become stuck there, in the depths, and navigate solely through the lows, without as well excavating the highs, we are allowing our pain to hold us rather than holding the space for our pain. The difference is in how life unfolds for us from this vintage point. When we allow our pain to hold us, we become attached to the story it tells, and we are severed from our connection to life and to our selves. When we hold the space for our pain, we allow for the opening of the crack where the light and the love can shine through. We allow for compassion to prevail and apathy to fade away.
The miracles of love are boundless, and love, for most, is truly such an unexplored thing. How many live from love in the kindness they extend toward themselves? How many live form love in the kinship they extend toward another? How many live from a true place of unconditionality where the giving of love is not based on what they receive in return or on guarantees or goodness? When these questions become more than ponderings and transcend into models for living, we begin to associate love as a way of living not a state of mind or a feel-good thing that comes and goes. When we become Love and model our life after its teachings, we become connected to the truest aspects of our beings, the ones that are timeless, the ones the never grow old, the ones that never go away. When we fall into Love, like the arms of a long-lost soul that we've been searching for, and realize that we've finally come home, we can breath deeply again, into the knowing, that we never really left the safety or our abodes, we simply went traveling on the seas of adventure through the contrast of life in order to know what it is to be on the other side of the coin, the flip-side of heaven, and in order to know that we could find our way back to what in our hearts we've always known.
You can find your way there. All it takes is a little faith in the momentum of love to lead you, to cleanse you, to set you free. Have faith in You and the beauty of love to transform and transmute all that stands to impede your progress. Allow for the warmth of its embrace to melt away all of your troubles, all of your hardships, all of your pain. You desire this longing for love because you know it exists. You know it is yours to behold. But the love that you most truly seek is not something you will find out there, somewhere, it is what you will discover to be the treasure within as you uncover and rediscover the remarkable essence and splendor of the You that you knew not so long ago as a soul that embarked on its journey into this wondrous world in order that it could navigate the highways of life and find Truth again waiting on the steps of its front door once it was ready to release the troubles of the worried heart and open to the messages of its soul.
In joy, and in love,
in the goodness and the wealth, and the blessing of all things,
Free-flowing grace to you dear ones! And may you know again the sweet sounds of your heart songs today!
~Rhonda
Awakeningthedivine.net
Copyright © 2012 Rhonda Simpson~Conscious Co-Creating. Permission is granted to copy and redistribute this transmission on the condition that the content remains complete and in tact, full credit is given to the author, and that it is distributed freely.
No matter what happens throughout your life, or throughout your day, you are still eternally You (the undying, unedited version of Oneness). You are this version, whether you see it this way or not, whether or not you beleive it, whether or not you live by the means which this Truth beholds. You are This, and you can only be This, and the magic of the thing called love. And the levity of living under its spell, is that it takes you there. It takes you to that place within you that transforms all of the everything that gets in your way and blinds you from your miraculousness. It transcends time and space, and issues, and elevates you to a place where magic not only reigns, but unfolds moment to moment in ways that you could not have imagined from the perspective of not-love that you had lived before.
And we all lived there before. It is the place from which we came if we reach the higher highs, the ashes from which we all rise. And there is such beauty in that, really. If you have lived in the life of the love not quenched. If you have lived the life of the dreams permanently benched. If you have lived the life of the pain quota permeating permanently, unbudgingly throughout your reality rather than dipping into the barrel now and again, then you know what it is to live in suffering. To know what it is to live in suffering, not knowing how, or if, you will ever arrive ( or find your way out of your own personal hell) and then find it, some day, miraculously, simply by becoming the observer of the you who has opened the door to the You (essence) and is laying you on the line for complete and unobstructed observation, then you know what it is to become new again. And you know that miracles have a way of finding themselves into your heart, and that miracles happen to the everyday man.
There is no freedom in pain. We may lie to ourselves (sometimes for an eternity, sometimes just day to day until we don't) that our pain is justified, is necessary, is medial. We may tell our selves that it is the way of life. But the truth is that suffering is not our path. Our path is joy. Our destination is to find our way back to our souls, and there we will find the love, and the peace, and the strength that runneth over. If our focus point becomes to remain in joy, to reach for it, to surrender to peace, always, in all ways, then our life drastically changes, in profound and miraculous ways, without question.
Our suffering is there, as it always has been, and must be met with a loving heart. But our suffering, as our identity, distorts our truth and our perception of our selves as well as our reality, in ways that thwart our best efforts at living. To become one with ourselves, we must explore the depths of our being that hold our highest and lowest parts. But to become stuck there, in the depths, and navigate solely through the lows, without as well excavating the highs, we are allowing our pain to hold us rather than holding the space for our pain. The difference is in how life unfolds for us from this vintage point. When we allow our pain to hold us, we become attached to the story it tells, and we are severed from our connection to life and to our selves. When we hold the space for our pain, we allow for the opening of the crack where the light and the love can shine through. We allow for compassion to prevail and apathy to fade away.
The miracles of love are boundless, and love, for most, is truly such an unexplored thing. How many live from love in the kindness they extend toward themselves? How many live form love in the kinship they extend toward another? How many live from a true place of unconditionality where the giving of love is not based on what they receive in return or on guarantees or goodness? When these questions become more than ponderings and transcend into models for living, we begin to associate love as a way of living not a state of mind or a feel-good thing that comes and goes. When we become Love and model our life after its teachings, we become connected to the truest aspects of our beings, the ones that are timeless, the ones the never grow old, the ones that never go away. When we fall into Love, like the arms of a long-lost soul that we've been searching for, and realize that we've finally come home, we can breath deeply again, into the knowing, that we never really left the safety or our abodes, we simply went traveling on the seas of adventure through the contrast of life in order to know what it is to be on the other side of the coin, the flip-side of heaven, and in order to know that we could find our way back to what in our hearts we've always known.
You can find your way there. All it takes is a little faith in the momentum of love to lead you, to cleanse you, to set you free. Have faith in You and the beauty of love to transform and transmute all that stands to impede your progress. Allow for the warmth of its embrace to melt away all of your troubles, all of your hardships, all of your pain. You desire this longing for love because you know it exists. You know it is yours to behold. But the love that you most truly seek is not something you will find out there, somewhere, it is what you will discover to be the treasure within as you uncover and rediscover the remarkable essence and splendor of the You that you knew not so long ago as a soul that embarked on its journey into this wondrous world in order that it could navigate the highways of life and find Truth again waiting on the steps of its front door once it was ready to release the troubles of the worried heart and open to the messages of its soul.
In joy, and in love,
in the goodness and the wealth, and the blessing of all things,
Free-flowing grace to you dear ones! And may you know again the sweet sounds of your heart songs today!
~Rhonda
Awakeningthedivine.net
Copyright © 2012 Rhonda Simpson~Conscious Co-Creating. Permission is granted to copy and redistribute this transmission on the condition that the content remains complete and in tact, full credit is given to the author, and that it is distributed freely.
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