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This concept of sacred romantic exclusivity was discussed by Jesus. Few know about this as it’s buried under the rubble of impenetrable archaic metaphor, the “eunuch for the kingdom’s sake.” See the full Matthew 19 discussion HERE. John and Mary have degraded what Spirit Guide Margaret called the holiest of all human endeavors. Our spirits, she said, cannot evolve without this erotic soul-to-soul affinity. See the complete discourse HERE. But consider carefully the above song lyrics. I find them astonishingly insightful, utterly commensurate to ultimate reality. let me be lonely, I intend to be independently blue Yes, if the one you love is not available, or out of phase with you, currently confused concerning the dispositive underlying soul energies, then, as Jesus instructed, commit yourself to being “independently blue.” You must wait. During the interim, maintain your dignity and self-respect. Do not prostitute yourself for some dubious “happiness” with a settled-for other, some sell-out to "the white picket fence". We must wait, and use the unwanted down time as prep time. Embrace your loneliness as something positive. Perceive the resulting sense of cleanness and self-mastery, a resolve to effect one's enlightened will, the feeling of uprightness and righteousness, of consecrating oneself to inevitable union with the sacred beloved. Wait, for virtually no one gets what they want here on the sorrowful planet. We didn't come here for the "health and wealth gospel." Commit yourself to waiting for receipt of blessing at the pleasure of God's timetable. Encouraging, too, is the "principle of least action" in the economy of God, meaning, we will receive blessing, the true self's heart's desire, in the shortest time possible, all factors considered. It's "priority express mail," with "restricted delivery," ID required to receive, plus "proof of signature confirmation" forthcoming. Yes, I'm being vague, but specific performance concerning what you really want is already being worked on behind the scenes. If we defy this mandate to live with patience and "eyes wide open," this basic requirement for successful negotiation of our time in this world, we only increase our sufferings, by powers of ten. Remember that a short-cut to the good is a definition of evil. you might find the night time the right time for kissing, but night time is my time for reminiscing, regretting, instead of forgetting, with somebody else At first I wondered what the songwriter was getting at here. But then it became clear. It’s only natural for us to prefer the “night time for kissing.” But it has to be at the right time, and with the right person, or we’re really gonna muck it up. Far better, according to the demands and exigencies of the moment, to reserve our night time for “reminiscing” or “regretting.” In other words, night time is a great time to meditate, to evaluate one’s life, where we went wrong, and, for some of us, why we might have lost the love of one’s life. It’s not pleasant work, and not meant to be, but can be very spiritually instructive. However, if the ego is running one’s life, the night time will be wasted on “forgetting,” that is, repressing, not only what happened, but repressing our own selves, our true selves, all of which will serve only to delay our future joy even more. Still worse, is when we do our “forgetting” with an unauthorized bedmate. Now there’ll be even more chaos to sort out. Postscript Diana Ross sings the refrain for the above song: “you can’t hurry love, you just have to wait.” But we don’t want to wait, and so we attempt quick short-cuts -- and then repent, in dust and ashes, at our leisure. But, at the end, some of us finally learn, after interminable suffering, that we just have to wait, because true love can’t be hurried. Footnote: Many times in recent writings I’ve referenced the words, “the soft voice that comes at night.” This is what we die for. But I had forgotten the origin of this mesmerizing phrase, it’s from Diana’s song. If you really love someone, but can't get close right now, sure, there's always Summerland coming up fast where things are made right, but forget about that for a moment - would you be willing to be with her if she becomes free at age 80 or 88? In this world of sorrow, even such eleventh hour, or maybe two minutes before midnight, interaction might be denied, but it's something to think about during one of those “reminiscing” or “regretting” late-night sessions. A brief time-out from "independently blue" could be possible right near the end. age 90, and newlyweds When I was a young man, I still recall visiting an ancient and frail couple - well into their 80s, maybe 90. Surprisingly, they’d been married only a very short time. He explained how he’d made contact after her mate died. I don’t think I’ve ever known any two as excited about being in love. I'd rather be lonely It was obvious that “I’d rather be lonely than ‘happy’ with somebody else” had been a guiding principle of his life. And now, just at the threshold of “the end,” his chance to be with her had finally come. He was ecstatic, couldn’t turn off the radiance; and, for her, being "worshipped and adored" issued as deep satisfaction, her visage aglow. They were like beaming little children on Christmas morning. you won't believe me, but I love you only Somewhere in my files there’s a similar story. Due to immaturity and misunderstandings, two had lost each other at school. Once again, as if the script had been written by the Universe, the white-haired fellow contacted her, almost at final curtain - I believe they were close to age 100. Their outsized and exceeding happiness, to finally be together in this world, would continue only a very short time. Additionally, an aged friend, age 82, informs me of a case from her personal acquaintances: a lady in a nursing home, age 97, married her friend there. Her daughter arranged for mom to wear a wedding gown. going down to the grave, but still wishing for love And why do these stories seem strange to us? - we're out of touch, victims of the Hollywood culture, which sells the notion that romantic love is only for the young and beautiful. The truth is, we never lose the desire for intimacy and relationship. We go down to the grave wishing for it. And no worries about loss of youth and beauty, as we'll soon have both to an "infinite" degree, as Caroline Larson reported. And the question becomes, would you endure to gain, settle for, this “going into double overtime” way of accessing lost love? - even if you had to wait interminable decades, to be enjoyed, possibly, only a few months? There is something in us, if we're sane, if the ego is not running our lives, that knows we’d do this, no matter the cost, ordeal, suffering, or duration of waiting; almost as if we'd have no choice. craving the counterpartal other The compulsion to seek for love – most especially, if it was at least glimpsed earlier in life – is entirely consuming and overwhelming. True love is not primarily founded upon love for the body, has little or nothing to do with ordinary sexual desire. It is the soul reaching out for, craving, its counterpartal other. I am convinced that sometimes two will meet briefly, earlier in life, not to be together right away but, to "etch upon" the deeper inner-person an ideal of true love, which will yet serve as "homing beacon" to lead them, when minds are ready, to a higher level of consciousness and evolvement - which is the aim of authentic romantic union. Editor’s note: A medium, reporting the words of Spirit Guides, said that, if two have a real soul bond, if circumstances make possible and logistics allow, it’s extremely important to destined ones to be able to speak face-to-face before transition. Even if their time together here is very short, this interaction allays an underlying grief-stricken remorse of having lost each other. Making contact clears the mind, allows them to enter Summerland with a confidence that all is well, suffering is behind them, and they can now, finally, begin to build their lives in the real world, no longer dogged by a terror of living life without "reason to stay alive for".
Like Robert Conway risking everything to return to Shangri-La, to return to her, there is no denying ultimate reality, that for which we were made.
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