Sounded closer to just 'Be-ing' to me. Love is the source of the Be-ing IMO, and the stage upon which it all play.

I'll top you then, Humm... :wink:

Love is Being... no difference except in our perception.


Xan

...and the universe Be-ing... ?

:wink:

So sorry SG - I was mistaken.

Greetings..

Please be careful, SG.. the last thing a Mutual Admiration Society tolerates, is non-admiration..

Be well..

Heart blessings to you, heart. :smile:


Xan

I hear the disagreement, Silvergirl, and I think I generally understand what people are saying.

It does feel good when someone is aware in universal love and pure being as I am, but I'm not looking for 'agreement'.

I'm expressing myself from my own experience, like everyone is... except my experience of life happens to be pretty unusual.

But my question is more about you and what bugs you about that.


Xan

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what is referred to as, a burn.
The modern vernacular of "reality check"
As Lester Burnham would say, "Spectacular !"
And firing off a reality check can be an act of love because one doesn't want their brother or sister to remain in illusion.

It seem to me you fish them out of shallow pools.

Okay I'll try again...

What does it mean to love?

This time I'll take the question as a "when this happens what else happens"

When you are in Love the self disappears, the ego takes a back seat and might even lose it's grip and the need to take any position doesn't even come near being relevant. I suppose one could call it being or sharing or whatever but the simple timelessness of those moments makes any need to measure it or make sense of it somewhat meaningless.

So, to me, it's one of those feelings that you don't recognise till it's gone and when it's happening you don't care what it's called.

And ,dare I say it, the simple fact that we're here discussing it means we're not in it.

We have to suspend Love to be sitting here typing, unless we're channeling... oh, it can be close by and an easy hop back too but if you're here typing it's a remembered thing.

I think that's what gets Silvergirl a little annoyed and it gets me a little annoyed here sometimes too. We are all sitting in front of computers with our minds working to create analytical responses... There's no other way to be here.

Last time I was at the 'puter shop the choice of chairs to sit in didn't include little fluffy floating clouds and modems didn't include an option for a usb link to ones heart.