Mine is not the path of unconditional love. It is the path to unconditional love. There is a distinct difference. My view is that to demand that one always feels loving is to repress all other 'lesser' emotions. I believe all emotion comes from love. Not just the compassionate, benevolent feelings. Also the fearful, hateful, angry, jealous, depressed feelings.

Third dimension coming to an end apparently, fifth dimension on its way. The beginning of a Golden Age. The Age of Aquarius. Heaven on Earth. New frequencies flooding the planet. New abilities awakening within us. The doorway to free energy about to swing open. Encounters witn our galactic brethren on the horizon. A strange, exciting new world within reach. All is changing........well, not all.

How far have i strayed from my soul's vision for this lifetime i wonder? Or have I at all?

We know what we are. We don't know what we don't know we are. But what we don't know we are is as real as what we know we are. Our task is to come to know more and more that which we don't know we are. That which lies beyond the boundaries of our current self. The infinite psyche that has not yet entered our ego's awareness. How do we integrate what we do not know into our self - experience?

They say that all is not as it seems. That perhaps you should take a look beneath the foundations. That if you tore up the concrete floor of your tortuous self - certainty, you would find a dust - covered stairway. That if you followed this stairway down into the webbed darkness, through the clinging, thick - spun lies, you would stumble upon a rust - encrusted door.

'Her love' is a place they speak of with hushed tone,
like the Holy Grail, the philosopher's stone,
the secrets of Giza, the Atlantis myth.
Day and night, they ponder - 'her love', what is it?

Some say it's a temple, wholly unadorned,
no alter, no idols, no creed - but be warned!
You'll find there a light that's blinding to the eye -
the light of your open heart filling the sky.

A crowd congregated as the animated
guru threw his arms into the air and, with zeal, stated -
"You must learn to withstand the abhorrent quicksand
of the fiendish ego! With its bag of nasty tricks and
oh so poisoned chalice, its mission of malice
is to stop us entering Illumination's Palace!
Source of all division, conflict, fear and schism,

I'm getting quite tired of them. The inner 'convulsions' as I call them. My abdomen being vigorously sucked in of its own accord. The powerful downward pressure on my chest. The explosive outward kicking in my chest. All the time, day after day, month after month, this violent inner drama continues. I know its happening because of my moment - to moment self - Awareness work.

In the Inner Empire where the Archetypes abide,
the Magician looked upon the shattered wood and sighed.
For so long his staff of spells had been broken in two -
he'd lost count of how many pots of glue he'd gone through!
One day his small comrade, sipping from a dull tin cup,
sat down in a cloud of doubt, then finally spoke up -

This human heart. What story do you want to tell? What secrets do you want to reveal?