You Are Love
Weekly Reading Topic for May 18, 2019: You Are Love
Well, good morning, love!
Today’s reading topic came to me unbidden in the middle of a dream on Thursday night, and I’ve been waiting all DAY to find out what it’s about.
So, here’s what I heard last night in answer to the following:
What do my readers most need to hear this weekend? What is the most important message to send to my beloved readers?
The answer was super-simple: “You Are Love.”
It sounds trite, but the feeling I have right now is anything but.
What follows is your Weekly Reading. This one slipped out of me like a waterfall of light. Please take it to heart! Also, please forward to the people in your life who need it!
Weekly Reading │ You Are Love
Q: What do we need to know about “you are love?”
A: Everyone reading this right now knows that those endless newagey or spiritual or religious platitudes about Love and Light are trite, but also true.
We are all made of love, and all of the world is made of love, and we are all connected, and so on and blah, and blah, and blah.
But here’s what we also very often, almost-always, deep-down, secretly (or not-so-secretly) think:
That WE are all made of love, but that “I” am not.
That “I” am the one exception to that universal truth.
We nod our heads when someone points out that we are all love.
We whisper “amen,” or “blessed be,” or “damn straight.”
And inside, we feel a sense of crestfallen disappointment, because we know that while “we” and “you” are made of love, “I” just don’t feel that. It’s true for everyone else. Not for me.
Oh, but it is!
Want Your Weekly Reading Delivered to Your Inbox Every Saturday Morning?
So this week, the opportunity you are being given is this: to really know, all the way through, in the heart of every cell of your body, at the synapse of every neuronal connection, in your every tissue, that You. Are. Love.
No exception. Ever.
When we say that All Is Love, that is an absolute statement.
There are no exemptions, and no other way to be. You are included.
YOU are included.
YOU are Love.
That means that you are the same as everyone else. Not better, of course (we all know that, right? We are humble, right?) … but also, NO LESS.
If we are all love, and you are love, and I am love, and we are all love together, and we are all connected, that means I AM LOVE AND YOU ARE LOVE.
And that is what you are being asked to acknowledge, all the way through, up and down, inside and out, sideways and upward and downward, over, and under and through and before and after and during the beginning, middle, and end.
It’s a snake eating it’s tail, it’s a yin and a yang, it’s a leaf falling from the branch and a moon rising over the ocean, it’s a soft breeze and a little daisy opening up for the first time.
YOU are love.
So this weekend, you are being instructed, in no uncertain terms, to include yourself in love.
How? By caring for yourself as if you are lovable.
How? By doing the most simple things possible.
Taking good, regular, easy, relaxed breaths.
Noticing hunger and thirst, and slaking them.
Going to the bathroom when you need to, instead of later, when you think you have more time.
Take care of yourself the way you would a small child, a lovely little girl, a sweet little boy. Take care of yourself as if you are cherished, a small helpless bundle of love, a creature walking through this world with no more “use” or “purpose” or “productivity” than a puppy.
You are love, and so you just have to be you.
When your guides and angels and your divine entities and your God look at you, walking around in this soft body, with these wide eyes and big busy brain, they think this:
Wow. How wonderful. How amazing. What a love!
They watch you stumble and fall as a parent watches a child attempt to walk.
They hover over your every bite, your every sip as if it is their sole mission to nourish you, as a parent does with an infant’s first solid food experiments.
They hold you close to their solid, strong bodies, their ethereal soul-like light-bodies, as a parent holds their first born child, like a miracle, as a holy bodhisattva.
They gaze down at your perfect face, memorizing every line, every hair, every minute little facial expression, and they gasp with adoration and amazement.
If you dare to really love yourself, (and we are daring you, because in that love is greatness, and all of your heart’s desires spring from that great love) go to the mirror after you read this, and look at yourself for five minutes. Don’t look away. Look in your eyes, for five full minutes, and don’t let yourself look away. Look at yourself, look into those beautiful eyes, until you see what We see: that You Are Love.
So many blessings to you, the most precious of all. You are love, and yes, so is everyone. But YOU are love. YOU.
YOU.
You are love.
I am always here to serve in any way I can.
Much Love to You, and I’ll See You in the Mirror!
Molly
Want Your Weekly Reading Delivered to Your Inbox Every Saturday Morning?