Who Created Love?

It's no small thing to love your demons. I see people create memes and snarky posts about such things. I often wonder if they actually know or comprehend what it's like to have soul contracts to do so - and what it all means. Expectation is a hell of a thing; you should slaughter it immediately. When you are contracted to love that which you fear - well, it's a whole new ballgame and expectations must be thrown out like yesterday's news.

I don't have all the answers, but I have circled the block a time or two, so I'm here to tell you something true - didn't we just discuss the spirit of rhyme trapped in the evil queen's mirror here? https://feathers-in-the-snow.ghost.io/when-the-bough-break. Soul agreement and contracts are no laughing matter - get to know the ins and outs as to WHY you're here. I was given a macrocosmic answer when I asked Mother Ayahuasca to show me that - so my caution is to be careful for what you pray for, because you might not be prepared for the answer. Sure, you can shamanically journey to meet your incarnation angels without psychedelics, and I've done that also. That journey ended in a "Are you fucking kidding me?!" response.

I've devised many a divination reading for myself with several tools, NONE of which is programmed for "will I win the lottery?" kind of a thing. Oh no, dear reader, every deck, whether tarot or oracle, pendulum or rune is programmed to develop me - answer my dark questions - and I stand there unafraid of what they say. I ask for readings on trauma, shadow work, and contracts - without fail, the answer is laid as bare as salted bones. I cannot run and I cannot hide from the truth they share - I accept humbly and begin to chart a course on new waters that I know will be a healing balm.

I saw an interesting post from a well-known Ancestral Constellation healer and author about being a cycle breaker and resentfulness. I've written about how all sacred rebels are cycle breakers, but not all cycle breakers are sacred rebels - that's certainly a marker. Why would you feel resentful? You don't ask for more than you can bear, and you're physical vessel will most definitely alert you when you've taken on too much. Unfortunately, that doesn't come into play for soul contracts, at least not for me. I've whittled down to the bone being siphoned on until I was so depleted that my seemingly ever-expansive divine counsel said "enough."

That's the sacrifice you pay for the fires of love - thus the title of this piece. Who created love? and as Midian Mathers' sings in Sidepiece's brilliant song - "Tell me, did you know we'd feel like this?" I've been listening to this song (I'll post a link at the end so you can as well) for a few days now - running to it - listening with all that I am when my soul looks at the sun and sings "Who created love?" Does it matter to me who created love? No, honestly, the answer isn't as important as the repost above. Love is the most intricate, the most delicate, the most intricate of anything ever. I am NOT talking about anything on a human level - this is true unconditional love - the acceptance of what one sees before them and loves it with their entire being, their breath, their song, and their essence. I didn't know that's what I signed up for - but you know what? I sure am glad I did. I get to walk with even better vision than Rowdy Roddy Piper did with his sunglasses in They Live. I get to see the beauty in EVERY being that crosses my path - a petition I asked of Aphrodite herself. "May Aphrodite grant me safe passages in unseen realms with veils of unconditional love and compassion for all that I meet and may pass me by. "

Petitioning a god is no small matter, dear reader, make it count (winks to Jack and Rose of Titanic). And thus to the sea and the photo I chose to accompany this piece. A photo I took in Maui in December 2016 of the sunset where there were no masks, no illusions, just the sea and the sun setting. I've given offerings of gratitude to the darkest of teachers on my path, and may they find unconditional love for the reflections they see, whether it be by moon, sun, or starlight. I didn't understand what I was praying for all those years ago as a child, looking up at the moon and praying for wisdom like Solomon and a heart like David. Those gifts are not loosely dispensated - nor did I know that the contract for such things was already written, I was simply remembering.

That's what this is, you know, a sacred remembering of who we are as souls as star fire of the divine. No, the penultimate experience is NOT your twin flame, dear reader, in fact, I would hazard a guess to say you don't even have one. In nature, the chance of having identical twins is roughly 3 to 4 per 1,000 births -and you think you're soul fire splitting off into a whole ass other soul is going to happen with an even greater frequency? PUHLEASE.. Twin Flames are RARE and no you are not meeting your twin flame, what you may be in is a deeply karmic relationship so get serious about it and start asking QUESTIONS. Did you forget you're allowed to do that? To ask questions? Did you NOT just read above where I asked "Are you fucking kidding me?!" to an ANGEL?

Ask questions, they will give you honest answers - in fact, I'll tell you a little secret. Its the best when you can make them laugh. One of my mentors from the Andes says, Pachamama is always trying to make us laugh. Then why the hell are you now trying to get divine beings to laugh? I'm not talking like Loki and Skadi where Loki literally tied his genitals to a goat to yank to make her laugh. I mean, you CAN, of course, but really making yourself and them laugh is the good stuff. So seriously, laugh, get your counsel to laugh with you, who cares if its at you - don't take yourself so damn serious anyways.

I leave you with William Blake - Laughing Song -

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"

Sidepiece - Who created love?