This is a writing about the power of romantic love to give us the map back to the union of lover and beloved within.
Tonight seems to have no sleep for me after the great paintbrush of love through his voice has swept it's blessed strokes across my body, mind, heart and spirit. This is the culmination of 27 years of hard spiritual labor to be in the place where I could receive this great gift of my own love come to me through him; his heart, his voice, his tender love so familiar like the hand shaping my very body, giving love to every piece of creation, In its tender care the holy tree of life is restored throughout all creation. And Divine Grace says I did this. This is really me and all my hard work that made me able to receive such light, such transformational love to dawn upon my Earth. Letting go of the "pain body" enough to start again as if I were starting from the very beginning.
"meditate upon who contains this universe, who's holy name is the whisper on the lips of the entire creation." I had only sung the song 20 minutes before and the song became my life, animating the healing of the dawning of new life to the barren land, god's name spoken and it's essence resurrecting all dead barren land into the paradise of healed Earth. This kiss of heaven and the creator upon my land, and this is the blessed celebration of the union of the masculine and feminine principle finding each other after the great divorce of the death grid, coming to life again in each other's love. The longing in me is the longing for my own self. And now the elements are set in place as the paintbrush of creators breath has swept across all inorganic code of my body and lifted it into the organic living light code of perfect love. Next the outer planes will integrate and come into manifestation in this life into the 3rd dimensional me.
It is all so much to take in, to digest, to let in. to go to sleep after this seems an impossiblity. To be lit by a fire of love so great, to be baptized in the sweet fire of awakening and then to sleep. I don't think so. and so many outside on the street are still awake. forget New York. I think Seattle is the city that never sleeps!
Justin time, another home delivery agent in the journey of artificial insemination by means of projection, the mechanism by which love is allowed to love itself back to wholeness within me. Just important to not get lost in the messenger but receive the message all the same. Journeying into the dangerous territory of losing the self in ecstasy catalyzed by another, but coming back alive and with a map to activate the divine template within the self and integrate the healing in gratitude and joy. Remembering always, the truth is self actualized self sovereignty becoming all to the self.
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