Archangel Michael: Love yourself. That is your assignment. (1)
I’ve been walking around for months asking myself, why am I not happy? What is it I’m seeking? What is it I’m missing and want?
Finally, I was filing an article away and my eyes fell upon this passage:
“Love is the most wonderful, captivating sensation, feeling, or state of being. I never tire of experiencing it within myself or feeling it flow through me. I never tire of expressing it, or hearing it expressed.
“Sometimes, I find myself saying ‘I love you’ over and over again and I never feel the need to say anything else.” (1)
And so I said “I love you” to myself, addressing myself by name, and, bingo, I exploded in love. This love is what I’ve been seeking, missing, wanting, searching for.
I knew it existed in my heart and I knew I could call it up on my inbreath. But I didn’t know I could simply express it and love for myself would flow as a result.
Now part of that newfound ease is any number of years being steeped in the Mother’s tsunami of love. I think we’ve become tenderized.
Is this somehow amplified by recent events with Stillpoint? I don’t know. I just go with what arises next. And delicious love for my own precious self is what appears to be that.
To think I’ve been asking myself for so long, why aren’t I happy day-to-day? Because I’m not availing myself of the love that exists in my own heart. Because I’m not loving myself. What am I waiting for?
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Is it that we have a bias against repetitive activity that I don’t spend every waking hour loving myself – until that brings all it’s intended to bring?
Every time I say I love myself to myself, I cause the most exquisite wave of love to arise.
And it isn’t a feeling; it’s a divine state. What’s the difference? I feel a feeling inside of me. I have an ache in my heart. I feel happy inside that my desire will be fulfilled. I feel sad at your news and my body feels heavy.
But I’m enveloped by a divine state. I’m drowned in love. I’m swept along by waves of bliss. I’m immersed in a peace that takes in everything. These are always more than me.
Before I’ll be ready to open the floodgates to others, I need to make up some lost time in loving myself.
It was always right there in front of me….
Footnotes
(1) “Love Has No Second,”