Unlimited Degrees of Love

A Spirit Teacher shares His understanding of timeless wisdom.

He tells me that we each express love by caring for and respecting
those whom, or that which, we claim to love.

But, there may be unlimited degrees of quantity and quality of care
and respect.

Yes, and there are unlimited degrees of love.

And quality?

Our capacity to love expresses the quality of our soul’s development.

Can we control love?

No. What we don’t express, we don’t have to express. Love is limited
only by the personal restrictions we put on ourselves. We each possess
the potential to love unconditionally.

Then, why don’t we?

We fear losing control.

Free will and community

Today’s I Ching is 60 – Discipline

Water over Lake.. Discipline follows Dispersal.

 

Spirit explains:  When a river flows into a lake then water overflows

Onto surrounding land, unless it is restricted from doing so.

 

Dispersal suggests an unorganized scattering, such as seeds or

Dry leaves by a wind.

 

There is no free will choice, no sense of freedom involved when

We have no self-control concerning where we are going with our life.

 

Self-discipline determines what we will do with our potential; how

It will be directed. Without self-control, we risk being controlled by others.

 

How to have it both ways? I need to be free and still be a contributing part of

A community. I need to think for myself and still learn from You and others.

 

Yes, we need both.

 

Then how do we work both sides of the street?

 

We don’t.

 

Then what?

 

We compromise; we find an acceptable middle ground between extremes

Of individualism and group control. But we must always be aware of

The price we choose to pay, or we risk losing choosing.

 

 

We need to wallow in self-pity

Spirit tells me that none of my many (too many to count)

Closed doors of relationships that once seemed destined

To last forever, ever existed to close.

 

How then can I tell illusion from reality?

 

They are one and the same.

 

But, I have cried rivers of tears.

 

Where are they now?

 

I don’t know.

 

They’ve been recycled for others to shed.

 

What purpose did they serve me?

 

You needed to wallow in self-pity to ease the pain of

Losing another illusion.