Thursday, February 14, 2013


 What is love, I believe that this particular phrase has been pondered over and over. I think it has been dissected to such a finite detail. Yet I look around me in this world and I see some people attempting to practice loving one another. I see them stumbling and falling to the ground. They reach out to feel something..something that they need.

Here is the beautiful part. Love is all around you. It is in every moment you live. It is in everything that you see and touch. Do you know how? Life is love. It is so simple. You must take the time to love yourself and that can happen in time.

I want you to remember that no matter what wrongs you have committed. No matter what wrongs you think you have the end you can be redeemed fully. You need only accept what you have done and move forward. Do not linger in the past. There is no past. There is only the present. This beautiful present that we find ourselves in. You are not a bad person in any way. We all make mistakes in life. I have made mistakes in life. None of us are left untouched by this truth.

Where we make our mistake is lingering over what we did. To make a change you need only try a different way. You need to learn to adore yourself and others. You need to look around and see brothers and sisters. They are all related to you and you to them. Regardless of color, religion, sexual preference, location, age, weight, height. None of this matters. What matters is how you love them. The joy that you show in each human being. They are we are all of us wonderful creations.

There is a chance to find happiness and you need only look as far as you. Stop what you are doing and read what I am saying. I am thirty seven years old and yet I am still learning and climbing further and further bringing as much joy and light and love to each person that I meet. Sometimes they smile in return and that is a wonderful gift. Sometimes they do not smile and may in fact give me a funny look. That too is ok. That is not something you should react to. Do you best to help others. Give good advice. Give advice you have experienced and know that is your perspective and it is valid. Just as it is valid that someone can have a different perspective and also be right.

I am enjoying this journey that I am on. I wake up with a purpose of projecting as much good into this world that I can. Until my dying day I will give to others and love them. I do not see anything but another person. I see none of these so called differences. They are superficial at best. I have friends of every possible color and identity and yet they are all humans and I love them.

You can find a happy place so to speak. I did..I wandered feeling alone for years. I was angry and heartbroken and betrayed. Yet I was living in the past. When I finally let it all go I met the love of my life. When I finally accepted that I will live right now he came to me. He is a beautiful person in every possible way. I look into his eyes and I see the light of a divine soul. He holds my hand and I feel a warmth take over my body and I feel safe. Alexi is the most wonderful man I have ever met. I would do anything to see him smile. I want him to know that he is my light. He is my cuddly kitten. He is the one I want to travel this life with. He works so incredibly hard and yet he comes home and loves me gently. He is all that is good and soft and wonderful. Yet I did not meet him until I stopped hurting myself with my thoughts.

This can apply to you. Whatever you did in your past it is over. Whoever you hurt if you can tell them that you are sorry or show them. But move on from the guilt. Accept that you have much to learn and do so willingly. Look past all that is on the surface and learn to see people instead. Look in the mirror and say I love you. Say it loud! Dance a little and realize that no matter what you look like this is how you are supposed to be. You are lovely and wonderful all on your own. There is nobody like you in the world.

Look not to television, magazines, radio, other people for validation. You do not need that. You simply are. I accept all and love all. I want to give you some insight into how. It is not going to be easy at first. But relax and breathe and know that you are love. You are the embodiment of love. You are a kind person. You really are even if you do not see it.

The Egg
By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

We are everyone..therefore we must practice kindness towards everyone because we are being kind to ourselves.


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