Fighting for Love
We are all in a revolution of Love.
Some are standing, in compassion, for those who are suffering. Feeling in their bones truth in humanity, a sense of ‘right’ vs ‘wrong’, not because of rules, but because of something innate on the inside, a knowing of rightness.
Like the Goofus and Gallant strip in the Highlights magazine of my youth - one person performing a gesture of kindness, another acting from a place of ego, hurt and selfishness. And while these seem like different actions with different energies; both acting from a place of Love.
Love is our innate essence. It’s who we are. We are born of it. It isn’t just about giving or receiving, it is pure essence. Everyone on this Earth (including the Earth herself) knows what love is. The acting from a place of ego, the place of dominance, rules, categories, punishments and ultimately power-over is indeed acting from love, but a distorted realization of love. A love that was never given, so it has to be taken. Contantly seeking to fill an empty vessel. And when one doesn’t remember that they ARE love, their vessel has a hole in it. It can never be filled from that place.
Power-over is distorted love. The seeking of love that takes by raping, that takes by enforcing punishment, that takes by creating division, that takes by judgement, the love that insists on separation. Since the essence of love has been forgotten, never taught, or kept from - it has forgotten that the true essence of love can only be received when it is first understood as self.
The inner place that has always understood ‘right’ from ‘wrong’. The inner place that when so filled up can only overflow upon the other. Can never take, rape, domineer and exude power-over.
Power-over IS the empty vessel. The unquenchable thirst.
And while it does very much feel like a fight. That is not it at all.
It is a remembering. A homecoming.
When the love that we ARE is remembered. Deep on the inside, by ourselves.
That is when the fighting will end.