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==Heading==
===Topic: ''On Love''===
===Group: [[Unknown]]===
==Facilitators==
===Teacher: [[Amanson]]===
===TR: [[Mark Turnbull]]===
==Session==
===Lesson===
Let’s talk about [[Love]] again, since your [[heart]] is so full of it tonight. Love knows no bounds. Love has no
[[colors]]. Love pledges no [[allegiance]] to this or that flag. Love asks no favors. Love gives more than it
[[receives]] – it tallies up in the end to be [[quantum]] sums ahead of even the most exacting speculator. And
Love never [[forgets]] because Love never remembers – Love is always fresh, new this [[moment]], and always
ready to welcome [[Spring]] no matter what the [[season]]. Let the snows fall, let the rain splatter and patter;
sunshine, moonshine; [[autumn]]’s winds, [[summer]]’s cloudless skies; Love is ever the same: [[happy]],
exuberant, always glad to see you.
The trouble with the [[human]] [[conception]] of [[Love]] is in its disconnection to [[the whole]] - this [[feeling]]
(actually more a thinking) that Love is something separate from Life, a compartment of it, something
one [[hopes]] for in the midst of [[chaos]] or [[confusion]] or lack of sparkle in one’s daily drudgery, when actually
Love is the host to the whole event: not only the owner of the house you’re living in but the architect as
well. The [[drudgery]] is not waiting for Love, it is Love who is putting up with the drudgery, sitting to the
side waiting patiently (if from time to time rolling its eyes at the inconvenience man puts himself
through).
[[Change]] your filter! Affix a new [[lens]]! Love is waiting in your thinking to escort you from the hallways of
chaos and [[confusion]] on to the bright fields of [[Freedom]]; free from the [[insults]]… is it not in your purview
to [[decide]] if you’ve been insulted or not? What happens when that lens changes and you realize no
matter what another has said, “I am not insulted”? An entire structure of [[guilt]], [[anger]], concern, [[ego]]
collapses. Freedom! You make the call.
And just as you are only insulted when you prefer to be (!) so the vast stream of chaos and confusion
collapses when you replace your [[fatigue]] from it all with Love for it all. It really is merely a matter of a
[[change]] of [[Heart]], which results from a change of mind. Love loves. That’s what it does. Use it. [[Channel]] it.
Become it. Don’t let the masks Life wears fool you. Love is behind them. But you must unmask first to
see behind the others. Love is a [[choice]] to be made, but Love is a Force to begin with. Others need you to
make that choice. Although they don’t know it. Yet.
[[Category: The Teaching Mission: Dialogues]]
[[Category: Unknown]]
[[Category: Amanson]]
[[Category: Mark Turnbull]]
[[Category: 2022]]
[[File:Teaching_buddha_small.jpg|right|frame]]
==Heading==
===Topic: ''On Love''===
===Group: [[Unknown]]===
==Facilitators==
===Teacher: [[Amanson]]===
===TR: [[Mark Turnbull]]===
==Session==
===Lesson===
Let’s talk about [[Love]] again, since your [[heart]] is so full of it tonight. Love knows no bounds. Love has no
[[colors]]. Love pledges no [[allegiance]] to this or that flag. Love asks no favors. Love gives more than it
[[receives]] – it tallies up in the end to be [[quantum]] sums ahead of even the most exacting speculator. And
Love never [[forgets]] because Love never remembers – Love is always fresh, new this [[moment]], and always
ready to welcome [[Spring]] no matter what the [[season]]. Let the snows fall, let the rain splatter and patter;
sunshine, moonshine; [[autumn]]’s winds, [[summer]]’s cloudless skies; Love is ever the same: [[happy]],
exuberant, always glad to see you.
The trouble with the [[human]] [[conception]] of [[Love]] is in its disconnection to [[the whole]] - this [[feeling]]
(actually more a thinking) that Love is something separate from Life, a compartment of it, something
one [[hopes]] for in the midst of [[chaos]] or [[confusion]] or lack of sparkle in one’s daily drudgery, when actually
Love is the host to the whole event: not only the owner of the house you’re living in but the architect as
well. The [[drudgery]] is not waiting for Love, it is Love who is putting up with the drudgery, sitting to the
side waiting patiently (if from time to time rolling its eyes at the inconvenience man puts himself
through).
[[Change]] your filter! Affix a new [[lens]]! Love is waiting in your thinking to escort you from the hallways of
chaos and [[confusion]] on to the bright fields of [[Freedom]]; free from the [[insults]]… is it not in your purview
to [[decide]] if you’ve been insulted or not? What happens when that lens changes and you realize no
matter what another has said, “I am not insulted”? An entire structure of [[guilt]], [[anger]], concern, [[ego]]
collapses. Freedom! You make the call.
And just as you are only insulted when you prefer to be (!) so the vast stream of chaos and confusion
collapses when you replace your [[fatigue]] from it all with Love for it all. It really is merely a matter of a
[[change]] of [[Heart]], which results from a change of mind. Love loves. That’s what it does. Use it. [[Channel]] it.
Become it. Don’t let the masks Life wears fool you. Love is behind them. But you must unmask first to
see behind the others. Love is a [[choice]] to be made, but Love is a Force to begin with. Others need you to
make that choice. Although they don’t know it. Yet.
[[Category: The Teaching Mission: Dialogues]]
[[Category: Unknown]]
[[Category: Amanson]]
[[Category: Mark Turnbull]]
[[Category: 2022]]
