When one is starting to become aware of their own interplay with life, it is because they have stopped judging, controlling, minimizing others. They start to see glimmers of their own worry in the brow of strangers. They develop lines of compassion which become cross lines that etch deeper and deeper over the lines of division. Eventually the whole soul is rubbed clean with compassion and caring.
These are the people who are demonized as the hippies and the tree huggers. They have done their time as the exalted soul on a pedestal that separates them from those who are different. They bow out of the powers plays because they too well remember the times they have been enticed to or forced to abuse power. This anguish and guilt plays a role in every interaction that they encounter.
They so desperately refuse to inflict physical, emotional harm or mental torment to another that they readily become the brunt of it. They do this willingly at first, just to punish themselves and in hopes of stopping the pain. But after a few lifetimes, the self-admonishing becomes automatic. The dynamics of doing whatever one can to be the antithesis of abusing power becomes auto pilot. It happens to such a degree that, to the individual it feels like the Universe or God is punishing them. But no. They are punishing themselves.
When one has been beaten down and rejected by life so much, it affords them the vantage point of being an observer of life. They start to show kindnesses to anybody who will engage them. Since they feel so unworthy of love, they are so grateful that anyone would love them. That gratitude is the fertile means to allow the heart chakra to open up. When the heart chakra is opened up, it aligns with unconditional love. With this alignment and their vantage point of separation, the wondrous beauty and interplay of all souls can now be seen.
These bruised and forlorn souls now awaken to seeing the humanity in other races and even species. They see how all mothers universally love their babies. They see how wisdom and kindness, in a variant of forms, is demonstrated whether the host body has fur, feather, scale or skin. If they have suffered deeply amongst their human kind, they may even stumble upon the wisdom and kindness of trees.
They may realize that trees exchange more than oxygen for breadth. They realize that trees also take away the stagnant energy of problems and exchange it with a clarity that was remiss. If they are real honest with themselves, they can take inventory of the ignorance and indifference that has ravaged the earth. They will make a silent vow to not cow tow to it any more. They start speaking their truth, sharing their love and honoring and respecting all life. This is very scary to the human since the times when they suffered for their truth and love was ripped away, still ruminate in the memory banks. Although for so many, even acknowledging that there are memories is a taboo. To admit to such things is met with such unspoken but real fear of being judged by one’s peers, rejected by society and even abandoned by their God.
To overcome such reminders of looming outcomes, the pain and isolation must already be prevalent in their life so that the incredible love that they have been desperate for starts bleeding through the cracks in their own psyche. They start to realize that love comes within and it isn’t dependent on one storybook love. Or the desperate search to attain that. Love is now seen everywhere. Every exchange, interaction, awareness, thought and deed is now magnified and an opportunity to dip one’s self further into the depth of love.
Living becomes a new adventure. Love is no longer contingent on what is receive but what is graciously and happily given. The ebb and flow of life is no longer linear but exponential. The individual becomes committed to sending out love to as many souls as possible. In doing so receives more than they ever thought was possible. Love goes on autopilot within themselves and a conscious effort to give or even receive love is no longer mandated to be immersed in love. Love is no longer a separate condition of cause and effect but a perpetual state of Grace.
The true beauty of such love is that it creates a commonality in all those who love. They recognize each other as kindred spirits of the same tribe. Kindness affords them the same access to others as an implied membership in the good ole boy club affords some; and more. The lines of this kindred spirit become so blurred that the lover of life can love beyond, race, species, genre or classification. In fact, the lover of life loves beyond any separation or division entirely. All atoms in all forms are now opportunities to love. This is how love becomes fluid and passes through all gates of the illusion of solid matter.
This is how love permeates the world. It happens when enough lovers of life expand their benevolence beyond the confines or separations of embodiment. They simply love all atoms of life as if it is a part of their own soul; because it is. Regardless of whether it is in a person, bird, rock or chair. Love permeates the world when enough souls recognizes kindness first in every encounter. When they have compassion for others in others learning curve to awakening to love. When hate is not seen as a threat but a short oversight, then love will permeate all of this world.
Loving all is doable because I can do it. If I can do it that means that the human physiology is able to do it. I can love you or any soul as if it is an atom of my own self, because it is. If you can catch the profound meaning of what I am conveying here, then you are feeling my love. When enough souls awaken to the ramification to this truth, love will bleed through all division, blur all lines and melt all into love. This is the purity of intention that so many are so close to attaining.
Their last vestige to doing this is turning within and loving the atoms of their own makeup. Unworthiness is the last crutch and ploy used by petty minds to sabotage world love. The cure is simple. Love yourself and know this love in all others. May my love, if nothing else will, be used to melt down that last blockade of unworthiness. You deserve to be completely uninhibited to flow unabashedly into recognizing yourself as more than an instrument of love. You deserve to be backwash into love itself.