To Love and be Loved

Love is the force that powers the Universe holding together the strings that resonate in your heart when You are open to love ‘s gift. LOVE is a gift to humanity to withstand the suffering caused by illusions we create and bring in the world when the gift is withheld from ourselves and others.

To reclaim your birth right as a loving being you must see the world clearly for what it is, the projection of those still in the dark and in need of loving. Reason we came in this world is to bring light and love is the only gift we have to give, nothing matters more than the gift. Know this, your ability to become loving toward yourself will enable others to see, recognize it and accept it as a choice for themselves.

We are not alone in this enlightenment process; others are around us to help if we just ask and let them know we desire to be a loving being.

Why are human being confused about love? They become acculturated at a certain age that love is something we receive, we must deserve, or even pay for it in some way. This is not true and new born and young children know this until the world convince them otherwise.

The source of power in human beings is the ability to love willfully, it is a decision you make not a feeling or sensation that motivates you to love; you choose to do so when you acknowledge that empowers you to live with joy and contentment allowing to be a creator of your destiny. It begins but shedding the dualistic notion of your being…you are one with all of Nature and all that ever existed is within you as we are all connected in the web of love.

The foundation in human terms to reach the state of loving is Compassion which allows Forgiveness of yourself and others in this world of space time continuum and it is necessary to advance in understanding and wisdom.

When we reach the edge of the waters and our feet get wet, we are energized and inspired to continue, then guides will intuitively teach you more. We are to share with one another and as one being grows and reaches the shore there is joy felt by everyone….because the water molecule can transmit at the physic level the wave energy of joy…in fact love can change the structure of water itself.

The two worlds seen and unseen are closely related, it is the way of seeing and the way of being that will show the difference. To understand we need faith, trust and studying with open minds.

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Soul and Wind

Would I dream of you once more ask the soul to the wind?

I have seen the beauty of a star filled night…and heard  music that moved my soul… joy filled the infinite space… I become the morning star, covered in silver light, transformed and bejeweled in the firmament.

My home is infinite… sounds have colors and music is of the soul as light is of the sun.

I am the expression of love, refracted and reflected in infinite space, natural abode of stars…the wave particle, the fabric of the universe pervades the mind just as wind abides in the air never to be seen by the eye. Nature and I are one, a soul abiding in all living things and every particle seen and unseen the wind has carried through me and left a trace of star dust in Butterfly my soul.

@ Madeleine

Morning…

We awake in the morning hour,
a golden shadow on the wall…
Objects outlined in the penumbra
a story unfolding in the mind…
Consciousness, joy or pending doom
the eye moves in inner space.
The soul’s naked, vulnerable, aware
but for the spark of hope that lights
the kinder space…
Finds its connection its birthplace
It overcomes the world, its ills or fears
It knows its destiny of infinite, eternal
Knowing, of peace and void of tears.

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My father’s hands

I went out on the deck with tall oaks surrounding me, a full moon shining above  and remembered my father. I remembered when I was tall enough,  my nose barely reaching the table top, watching his hands making gnocchi; I loved the small dumplings.
His hands were strong yet gentle rolling the dough and cutting little pieces, rolling his finger over them. Later we would spread them on a clean cloth on the bed to dry a little, before we cooked them and then covered them with a great sauce only he could make.
I thought these are the things children remember, a father hands doing something good and delicious.
He taught me how to play checkers and I would watch those big hands moving the pieces, paying attention and learning while he nodded to signal a good move or not by shaking his head a little. He did not talk much, he let me correct my move in silence, it allowed me to think and process my move in my head, developing my strategy. He was teaching me without a word and I learned fast, feeling acceptance not judgement and approval not rejection.

How many children miss that, a father who cares, is gentle, loving and patient.
I was fortunate, he gave me time, love and told me great stories. He told me real stories of his life and  when he was 16, a stowaway on a ship bound to America, spending 3 months in Brooklyn waiting for a ship to take him back to Italy. As I got older, I wish I had realized the wisdom of his gifts and passed them on to my children. Patience was the greatest.
It took awhile to realize that education does not equal wisdom and that his ignorance of some things I had learned counted little compared to the wisdom he had.

I am grateful to have known someone with a heart of gold and gentle hands who could love deeply.

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