I’m reading The Gift of Change by Marianne Williamson. I just read something, actually from A Course In Miracles, that absolutely resonated with me.
I have always said that I always saw Scotts soul. I never saw his human frailty. I said this in my blog “The Story In His Eyes” republished a few days ago.
When I’ve said I miss him, that’s the “him” that I miss.
A Course In Miracles tries to teach us that we are all children of God. We are all connected inextricably to each other. Created by God, all created of the same stuff.
What I just read that resonated was paraphrasing the Course.
“if you are as God created you, then no mistakes you’ve ever made or anyone’s judgments or negative opinions about you can in anyway determine who you are or change your value.”
Yes. Exactly. You ARE as God created you. Every last one of us. Even you Scott. Believe it. I could see it, so clearly. And that’s the part of him, and everyone, that I love. That’s the person I miss.
Let THAT person be. Just let him be. It’s just so wild, as Cheryl Strayed says, just so WILD to just let it be.
There is nothing necessary to do. Just acknowledge snd accept and change, knowing you belong to the whole and there’s nothing to prove. Just let it be.
Love never dies.
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I agree with most of this but….love does die.
Lol. Well…. Maybe it transformed to another emotion lol. 👹😱
The love could live on, for that part of them. The problem with them and by them I mean narcs, is that the part of them that is supposed to be their soul, divine, or whatever one wants to call it, seems so incredibly small, and so repressed. It is like they have let their ego take over everything, or, IDK. That is how they can manage to “kill” our love, I believe. By doing one vicious thing after another, after another. And if we ever return to them….. BAM, they do yet another cruel thing. I am not surprised that they manage to kill our love for them…eventually. But, we can still hold love for other people, or have a “tiny” love left for them, from afar. I feel that sometimes, but it is like it is only a tiny, tiny, shred left of that love… Hugs!!
Maybe it’s the understanding of love that changes/evolves. Love is the constant, like a rock in the stream. It’s how we flow around it that alters…depending on our speed.