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December 6, 2013 · 10:54 am

The Power of Love

Another beautifully inspiring interview, this one a 109 year old woman who survived the Holocaust:

Watch Alice Herz here

Even the bad … Even the bad is beautiful.

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Love: come on in this field

I’ve been noticing lately how pervasive the word “love” is in our culture. It begins to seem insubstantial. I love that dress! Love those that horse! I love chocolate, tools, that flower, a still and warm night. I love possums and someone else loves raccoons and we all love bunnies (except some Aussie farmers). I love it when things just effortlessly fall into place.

We say we love a lot of things, and we say we love people. Mother’s Day yesterday: I love my mom. I love my spouse, significant other, siblings, friends.

So what is love? It’s a feeling, right? I think we generally file it under emotion. We feel a certain way and call it love.

When I look at this from an expanded consciousness perspective, though, love doesn’t present itself as an emotion. The emotion seems to be a response to participating in a fieldfield as in physics.

The field is the All, Source, God, The Force, Yahweh, The Be.

I suspect that we recognize something in the experience of a person, thing, event or situation that connects us closely to the infinite Be. The All, which is Love. Whatever we love is a little something that acts as a gateway, opening up the field to us more fully than other people or things do. When we surrender to that little gateway, no matter how significant or insignificant that person or thing might be – a smile from a stranger passing on the street or a lover’s touch; a bird’s flight or the power of a thunderstorm – no matter how big or small it seems in our value system, it matters. It is a little doorway into all that matters.

I suspect that when we surrender to that little taste of bliss, we enter the energy field of Love and have the opportunity to bask in it, to keep the door open and let it leak into everything we experience.

The object of love doesn’t matter. The color blue or our selves, the door is open. Come on in this field! It’s a field we all know – and maybe never leave, only ignore or misunderstand.

I think that’s what Love is always saying: come on in this field!

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