EVERY CHILD has a need to be noticed, understood, taken seriously and by his or her parents. When this form of caring is not freely available, children learn that they must earn affection and recognition. After a while, they completely subjugate their real self and spend most of their time performing to get love. This false, performing, image-minded self develops over time reinforced by teachers and society. It lives to be admired. This is the Narcissistic self...
For me the most important thing in life is to live in love. I am filled with this wish because I feel that we are deeply disturbed. Our illness is that we are not really present.
We are imprisoned in our constructed worlds. This creates pain and deep suffering. It effects me and all of us. There is a certainty in me that only love can heal us humans, because it leads to direct being. Therefore, it should be the main concern of our life.
The journey into love is the biggest adventure possible. It questions everything. It shakes everything. As a guide, it teaches us to meet ourselves. Love is like an inner fire - the more I surrender, the more it shows itself. With gentleness it sees my inabilities and failures. It shows me patiently, with love, what is not love.
Over and over I reach a point where trust is important. These are the moments when love wants to show itself through my actions. It shakes my reason. It shakes my self-image and my rules. It asks for attention, because otherwise, I can't feel it. It asks for devotion, because otherwise, it can't reveal itself.
Yet, strong resistances in me do not want to let go: fear and hate, greed and longing, self-pity and pride, comfort and routine. Love accepts my struggles - with love. It is always present: in my conflicts, my desperation, my aggression, my inattention. Love sings the song of love without a pause, and without choice. Wherever I am, wherever I go, it is already there. Love is concerned about me, but it is free of all worry. It contains all the time of our world. No matter what I do, at some point I have to meet it.
What can be stronger than love?
Armand DiMele
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