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True Love

I undertook some regression work today, and I was reminded of something very important: love, when we allow ourselves to feel it in its entirety, crosses time and space.

We should never be afraid to love, no matter how painful it feels to love. And when we can no longer be with those we love with all our hearts, allow the heart to carry on loving. Love is never weak or stupid, or a waste of energy – because your love never, ever belongs to another. It's yours – it's YOUR love you feel at any given moment. And it can't ever be given away because it is endless. Love is a never ending source of itself. It can be directed wherever you want to direct it, but don't stop feeling it. It's big. It's powerful. I felt that power today as I lay in a chair and was asked to transform shadow into light, and sorrow into joy. I allowed myself to feel and acknowledge a love I hadn't allowed to exist in its fullest form since a time before this one; since a world before this one.

It was still there, as strong as it ever was.

Love cannot ever die. Love makes immortals of us all.

This is the meaning of true love. Not love that is true to another, but to itself.

Let it be.

In that moment I felt it, I believed I could move mountains and bend the physical world before me. It was a Matrix moment - I saw through everything and became nothing but existence.

I became love.
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