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A mindful study of love

JeroenJeroen Luminous beings are we, not this crude matterNetherlands Veteran

I wanted to say a few things about love…

First of all, there was the golden being of lovingness and grace that I encountered in a vision. I fell in love when I saw it, it was so beautiful, I was overwhelmed. It was like a primary experience, I felt my heart opening and there was this “aaaahh”, a surrender. It was like a moment of multiple perceptions, there was a small female face framed with golden hair, and at the same time there was a large being of flowing golden lines, and in between there was this experience of incredible lovingness, a divine grace. The words don’t do the experience justice, it was short, just a few seconds, and almost indescribably beautiful.

Second, there is the coffee I make for my mother every day around noon. I often find her asleep in her chair, and wake her up to drink coffee and have a biscuit. I know it pleases her, and it makes me happy to have made her happy. That too is love. It’s like when I told my father that my mother enjoys it so much when visitors bring her flowers. Whenever he came to visit us after that, my father would stop off at the supermarket and buy her a couple of bunches of flowers. He enjoyed making her happy. Giving is a powerful way of expressing love.

I found this article, it’s worth a read:
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-mindful-self-express/201311/10-research-based-truths-about-people-in-love

Shoshin1marcitko

Comments

  • JeroenJeroen Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter Netherlands Veteran

    Third, there were the talks I used to have every day with my dad. Sometimes they were about areas where I felt I could use his support, but often we also talked about his interests, like Graham Hancock and the Boston Celtics, a basketball team. That exchange of interests, of him allowing in his life the things that happened to me like my adventures in mental health, and of me picking up things that were interesting to him, is also an expression of love.

    marcitkolobster
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