Sunday, August 19, 2012

PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER: OPEN YOUR HEART TO ME. CHOOSE LOVE. EVERY MOMENT

If it seem I am repeating things, it is always because I need to. I want to show you this truth, again and again, until you understand it. You will not know what is really in front of you. You can be staring right at me and you will not see me. Your ego maybe be holding up a screen that no one is here....I'm all alone. Right behind the screen I am waiting. As long as you look with the eyes of the ego, and you will see the blank screen. Look with the heart, and I will appear. So if you are alone, begin communicating to me. Open your heart to me. Choose love. Every moment. Refuse fear. The more open your heart, the more clearly you will see me if you are fully aware.

Remember that your soulmate is a reflector for you. When you look, you will see the state of your love. If you are afraid, you will be with someone who is shut down or fearful. As you open your heart, they will open there. If you are aware enough to be reading this, if this has come to you, I am in front of you. If you refuse to believe it, you may have to shake yourself awake....by causing things to happen around you or even changing the face of the being in front of you, but I tell you...I am here.

By asking you to choose love, I am not asking you to put something before me, for I am fully present at the level of the heart. When you open your heart, you have access to you me. You know---all who travel this path home---that daily you have choices. You receive message. Things are sent to you. When you reach the level of true love ...of the full and open love heart, you will hear the entire dialogue. Everything will then speak to you. You already understand that there are those who can hear who can speak pieces of the dialogue.

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