If you are not a body, what are you? If you are the observer of the experiencer not the experiencer himself or that which is experienced, who are others? Where are we therefore from? And is it not clear we recognise each other? When you are looking into the eyes of someone who is telling you the truth of what they are feeling do you not know that you are them and they are you?
Imagine for a moment you have been sent here to inhabit human form for a while: what would the mission be? What could the mission be but to wake up and wake others up to being manifestations of whatever love created the universe? How could the universe be a cold, lifeless mechanism parodying life in its every-changing kaleidoscope of galaxies and quarks when that which it has created looks upon it with love? If we feel love can we have been born of anything else? What are we if not love?
Imagine for a moment you have been sent here to inhabit human form for a while: what would the mission be? What could the mission be but to wake up and wake others up to being manifestations of whatever love created the universe? How could the universe be a cold, lifeless mechanism parodying life in its every-changing kaleidoscope of galaxies and quarks when that which it has created looks upon it with love? If we feel love can we have been born of anything else? What are we if not love?
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