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Eternity

December 12th 2008 in Magic

From Dec 12, 2008

What if you could fall in love so deeply that the only option was to spend eternity together?  What if eternity meant living this life over and over?  What if it meant some other sort of afterlife, one you can hardly fathom– in either end of the emotional spectrum?  Would that love conquer the pits of the inferno?  Would it conquer the depths of sorrows and darkness in this life time?

What if the love so deep meant never letting go, never allowing for death, never encompassing the thought of what ifs?  Can you imagine it?

I’d venture to guess that most of you couldn’t.  Some of you can, but most… most cannot.

Is there a love so vast, so pure, so meaningful that you could cross over the barriers that these human bodies bind us to?

Is that love what some people call God?  Is it what many of us vie for and most of us never reach? Instead you settle with the mundane, the safe; the less passionate route means less opportunity for hurt.

Less opportunity for love.

Why is it a human characteristic to put up walls? What could possibly inhibit us from seeking the depths of the human emotion that can’t even be expressed in multi-million dollar Hollywood films?  What is it?

Is it fear?

It must be.  Even if you have the commitment of unrelenting love from the one you love, you still face the FACT that life is impermanent.

I used to focus a lot on the impermanence of human relationships.

That was fear speaking.

Now I’m ready to fall in so deep a love that there is no end and no beginning.  I’m ready to accept it and acknowledge that it had nothing to do with my readiness and everything to do with my willingness to admit it.  Willingness to see it for what it is NOW than to call it by any other name.  I did not just fall in love now.  Instead I discovered my love.  I uncovered it.  Not just today, but within the last year. Not just this year, but in this lifetime.  In this series of lifetimes.

Because love isn’t about who the other person is.  Well, it is, but that’s not quite right.  Love is about finding a partner with the equivalence.  It’s about finding someone who is on your level– someone you’ve known before this lifetime and the last.

Love is about coming to terms with your own soul.  It’s about acknowledging the truth in your own self to the point of pure, utter, self love.  It’s about readying your soul to be bared against the glaring sunlight and the enamoring moonlight.  It’s about embracing your own vulnerabilities and loving them because they are your own.

Then, and only then, will you wipe away the earth from your paintbrush.

Then you will see the other one who has readied their own soul with the utmost of caution, love, and attentiveness.

Then you will recognize the God within them, and they within you.

You are not two people.  We are not two people.

We are the same life, filtering through the massive experiences.

Or at least most of us are.

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