I find myself in transformative love at this moment, for the first time in almost a year.
It was here and I just didn’t recognize it. Then when I awoke to the fact that it was what I was feeling, it opened up.
I feel intense love. Everything else is simply added to that statement.
I feel the need to send that intense love out.
Without first experiencing it myself as it passes from the heart through me and out into the world, love cannot flow.
My reward for sending love out to the world is to experience it as it passes through me, consume as much of it as I want, enjoy it, and then pass whatever is left over (in fact, nothing is lost) to others. Everyone wins.
It feels so intensely sweet and substantial this time around, like honey to the taste and touch. If this is not ambrosia, nectar of the gods, I cannot imagine what could be.
Unstoppably, the faces of people I love flash past me and the love that I feel multiplies to meet the demand.
I could get drunk on this nectar. Is it the clearing that I’ve done in the past year that makes the experience of transformative love so much more intense and substantial now?
I feel obliged to ask the question: What dimension am I in when I experience transformative love? I’d expect the answer to be Fifth.
Fifth Dimension with a body still predominantly carbon-based, I think. There’s still enough density that I don’t simply blossom into what we ordinarily think of as Fifth Dimensionality. That comes after the ignition of the lightbody. The lightbody makes possible true Fifth-Dimensional living and being.
In this state, I don’t really care what dimension it is. My job is just to enjoy it.
I haven’t seen you in the better part of a year, my friend.
My ship has come in. The Easter bunny has arrived. Bringing me love again.