The underlying issues of love is this: Can I trust you? Will you hurt me for coming close? Why haven't you kept me from feeling lonely and afraid? You have to realize that each person can offer us, at any given moment, exactly what spirit wants us to learn. When the moment is gone and the insight revealed, the upaguru returns to being a friend, spouse, or stranger.
Whenever you feel yourself having a reaction of judgment, rejection, or resistance with anyone....even with someone you love...imagine the opposite. Instead of seeing that person as a adversary, view your partner as totally on your side. Don't focus on what he or she is done to irritate you; reframe asn Anthony Robbbins would say you need to reframe it as an act of pure love, brought into being to teach you the perfect lesson you need to learn at just that moment. This isn't a mind game or a trick at the level of spirit your beloved acrs only from love, holding your highest good at heart. You must see each other at a new light.
Resistance is like a wall holding back the flow of love. Love is the wave that brings forgiveness, kindness, and trust from the level of spirit. There is a monster in you...that always ask you ...what about me? Imagine yourself as a monster, a distorted this monster in detail...it was ugly, covered with reptilian, scales, and hand as stone. See this monster coming forward to defend you by putting up a wall of denial, a thousand reasons why you are right and your partner wrong, a ferocious display of withering disapproval. On the surface the monster or resistance expresses anger and hardness, but this is only to protect the insecurity and loneliness lurking underneath. If you peel away the layers, you find that resistance is actually born of fear, and fear comes from having been deeply hurt in the past. Once you get past the fearsome exterior, all inner monsters are weak, frightened, and alone. You long ago rejected this part of yourself, therefore it appears to you as a child of your own making that wants to be back with you. Now ask yourself, why did it turn into a monster? A good offense is the best defense. If you feel weak and frightened, the last thing you want is for someone else to see you that way. So you put on a mask. In this case the mask is word---NO--that disguises from this no is saying.. "LOVE ME".
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