I've said it before. I'll say it again. Love is All There Is.
Anything else is the pain of illusion born of separation.
There is no "other."
We are merely fractals of consciousness, looking at itself.
Unconditional love for self and others is the path out.
No hierarchy. No attachment to form.
Our judgment of emotions, separating them into a "good" pile and a "bad" pile, is a deception. All feelings are equal. They are merely fractal facets of All That Is.
And Love is All There Is.
Nothing is real, except Love. Everything is merely perfect Love and Support in disguise.
We came here to remember this and to bust the systems of illusion, separation, and lack.
Our relentless pursuit of Love outside ourselves is a distraction from what Is.
Love is All There Is.
I remember.
Anything else is the pain of illusion born of separation.
There is no "other."
We are merely fractals of consciousness, looking at itself.
Unconditional love for self and others is the path out.
No hierarchy. No attachment to form.
Our judgment of emotions, separating them into a "good" pile and a "bad" pile, is a deception. All feelings are equal. They are merely fractal facets of All That Is.
And Love is All There Is.
Nothing is real, except Love. Everything is merely perfect Love and Support in disguise.
We came here to remember this and to bust the systems of illusion, separation, and lack.
Our relentless pursuit of Love outside ourselves is a distraction from what Is.
Love is All There Is.
I remember.
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