I Transmit Messages from a Unity Consciousness
I can’t count the number of years that I’ve been looking for that special connection. The one that is just right. The one that brings fantasy into reality. The connection that doesn’t leave you wanting. The connection that fits like a glove, surprises you, inspires you and makes everything in the world make sense. The one that leaves no room for doubt and makes you feel so right. The undeniable resonance. The awe. I will never forget that feeling of awe. The one that came upon me when I realized that I had found exactly what I was looking for. The feeling that I had when I realized we were both, simultaneously coming to the same realizations about what was happening. It was more than uncanny. More than coincidence, it was purely amazing. I remember looking down, at the floor. At nothing. Speechless. In a state of true inconceivability. In that moment, I couldn’t even register what was happening. And there were many moments like that, during the interactions that we had. Many moments that were so, undeniably perfect. That kind of perfection doesn’t really happen. It was foreign. It was too perfect. Too perfect to be real, too perfect to be coincidence as I felt invisible puzzle pieces that had never found each other , finally fitting together in perfect harmony. Puzzle pieces that I never knew existed. It felt like more than I could have even thought to ask for was placed right before me. Like the universe had anticipated my desires before I even knew what they were. A perfection that I could not have perceived prior to the experience, let alone conjure in my imagination. The perfection was difficult to fathom in the moment. It left me in sort of, a blank state. Speechless. I could hardly even ponder it. It took days, even weeks for me to sort it out. I did have understanding at first glance, but it was broad, non-specific understanding. I knew there was a connection.
That special connection. The one that we search for, forever. The one we only hope to find, and often give up on. The one that seems so elusive that we settle for less. There it was, right before me. Like some fairytale, except there it was, in the flesh. It was unbelievable, but it was real. I know how special connections are. This particular connection is rare. It is truly unique. Even the most masterful scheme of words would fall short to describe. All I know is that connections can’t be found at will. They can’t be forged. Only pursued. You can’t undo them. Some serve their purpose and then you can move on, but some are eternal. Ultimate. This was one of those. Beyond precision, beyond perfection. It just was. And that’s how connections are. You either have them, or you don’t.
So, what’s the problem? If you have a connection, why would you not pursue it? Connections can’t be severed, only pursued. They can’t be forgotten, only embraced. They can’t be killed, only loved. I know all that psycho babble about things that have happened to you in the past and therefore, you’ve deemed love a dangerous thing. I call bullshit. Don’t lose sight of the reality of the situation. The fact is that connections are real and they are for a purpose. If you run from a connection, it’s never going to leave you, you’re just going to be looking for it for the rest of your life, never truly finding it. Then, you’re going to marry someone that falls short of the experience that you know exists, because you had it. All in the name of safety? All because you were afraid? That is the life you are committing yourself to? A life orchestrated by your fear of getting hurt, or by condemning yourself to the loss of something you love in lieu of giving love a chance?? There is no greater folly than premature surrender. Yet, so many of you are doing this. So many of you are withdrawing yourselve out of fear and surrendering the only chance you have of true love.
I don’t want to define a difference between true love and untrue love. Love is love. But I want to punctuate on the presence of undeniable connection. It’s the ones we love the most truly that we run away from. Not the ones we are lukewarm about. There’s nothing courageous about a lukewarm sort of love. True love is the only love that requires courage.
Why are you running?
What are you afraid of?
Fear of being judged? Fear of being stripped of the walls you’ve so carefully constructed? Better to run away from what you love and to find something lukewarm and safe, is that it?
Face Your Fears.
Here’s the truth, there is no such thing as safety.
At some point, you begin with nothing. Somewhere along the line, there was an unfulfilled desire, even if you were unaware of it in the moment. Here’s the crossroads… at some point, you have a choice. Go for what you want or don’t. It really is so simple and yet, we manage to somehow, botch it all up and make it seem complicated. We make love into the bad guy. Love is the good guy. It’s fear of love that botches things up. That is always the case.
Here is the choice:
A- Be Courageous, Take a Chance and You At Least Have A Chance of Getting What You Want. You Never Know, You Just Might Get It.
B- Be a Coward and Don’t Have The Audacity to Try. Don’t Take a Chance. Don’t Be Courageous. This Choice Is The Only Choice That Concretely Binds You To The Outcome of Never Getting What You Want.
Here is the thing. When you arrive at the crossroads where you are making this choice, there’s only one way to look at it. If you try and fail, you’ll just be exactly in the place where you already started. You’ll just be back where you left off. So, when does not trying become the better decision, here? If you end up back at square one, then that perspective actually takes the risk out of it, right?
I know your argument. That you could end up heartbroken and that’s actually worse off than you were before. Well, even in the midst of heartbreak, you can choose to see that you are no worse off than before. You’re still without the other person, which is where you began in the first place. That’s if it even ends up that way. There’s two possibilities. One is “good” and one is “bad”. Which outcome are you focusing on?
It’s all about perspective. So, the question is, are you going to see the most advantageous perspective or not? Are you going to choose the perspective that gives you the best chance of happiness or are you going to sabotage yourself before you have a chance to see your desires manifest?
People are afraid of Taking a chance. people are afraid of opening their hearts, having courage, and getting their hearts broken. So what? So what if you get your heart broken? Seriously, it’s still not an excuse to never try. Committing yourself to doom is not a better idea than being courageously in love, because you can’t stop being in love. You can only pretend, and in the end, you are still in love and you just sabotaged it. Don’t be so despondent. There’s no reason for it. It’s paradoxical, really. The only way to truly fail is to fail to try. The only way to commit to failure is to commit to failure by not giving success a chance. All of this fear is in your head. It’s irrational. Overcome your mind. Overcome yourself. Overcome the voice that says you’re not good enough. That’s the only thing that is truly blocking you. Yourself. the good news is that, once you realize that you are the only thing in your way, you can move!! It’s a no brainer.
It’s not over until the fat lady sings.
It’s Never over. Do you get that?
It doesn’t mean never find the will to move on. It just means don’t run from love when you have the chance to run to it.
You can’t free yourself by running away.
I knew a guy who refused to give up on what he wanted, no matter how dismal the odds appeared to be. Guess what? This guy always got what he wanted! I kid you not. The guy’s like Houdini. This is the secret that the successful people of the world will attest to. That, the secret is to not give up. Failures happen. But the way to get to success is through failure. Success follows failure. Never stop trying. be courageously in love, always and love will come to you. That is a promise.