On Love

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'I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality... I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.' 

Martin Luther King Jr.

Martin Luther King, Jr. had the conviction that the world would be a different place and that at some point things would change, things would be better, things would be fair. He believed that love and respect, kindness and brotherhood were the answer. Love. Love which is omnipresent, love which nature exudes and some men try to -as best as they can- embrace. Science men, spiritual leaders, and everyone in between, many people believe that love, unconditional love, is the answer, the engine, the trigger, the reason why of our existence. I am one of those people. 

 In his book Proof of Heaven, Dr. Eben Alexander states, 'love is, without a doubt, the basis of everything. Not some abstract, hard-to-fathom kind of love but the day-to-day kind that everyone knows (...) In its purest and most powerful form, this love is not jealous or selfish, but UNCONDITIONAL.' I'll let you process that. Take it in. We all know that kind of love because we are born with that innate conviction that everything is, indeed, love and energy in its purest form. We may at points think we've lost it, we've lost the connection to it but, reassuringly, we can always go back to the essence and to what really matters: we are beings of love and that is our only true nature. Dr Eben Alexander goes on to explain, 'this is the reality of realities, the incomprehensibly glorious truth of truths that lives and breathes at the core of everything that exists or that ever will exist, and no remotely accurate understanding of who and what we are can be achieved by anyone who does not know it, and embody it in all of their actions'. Life-enhancing truth, right? How did nobody tell us? Again, we already knew that (we know that),we just forgot and got carried away by things that do not matter. We can always choose again. Choose love, not fear. Time and time again, choose love because if You keep choosing it, then everything will make sense, you will live a life that is, as Albert Einstein once wrote, aligned with 'the most powerful force there is.'  




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