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In March of 2004 a group of metaphysically-minded writers got together and formed the Asamee Writers Group. For over two years the writers pooled their creations into the Asamee Blog. The group disbanded in the summer of 2006. This is a complete archiving of all the writings. A complete index is in the left column.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Pretending 

by White Feather

Everywhere one goes, everywhere one looks, the vibration of unconditiional love is present. One cannot escape it. It is so pervasive all things are filled with it.

Uncondiitonal love is so pervasive we don't notice it, much like we do not notice the air that we breathe. With air one does not notice it except by its absence. So we try to notice unconditional love by trying to create an absence of it, or distortion of it. Of course, unconditional love is still there but we mask it in order to become more aware of it. By pretending it is gone we realize how truly pervasive it is; how intensely and profoundly it permeates all existence. By pretending it is out of our reach, we reach for it. By pretending we are not worthy of unconditional love, we can eventually see our own divine importance. Unconditional love is so pervasive we cannot truly understand it without imagining its absence.

So I dare you to find hidden places where there is no unconditional love. I dare you to find people who are not filled with unconditional love. I dare you to find situations not filled with unconditional love. You may think you can find them but you will not. Everything you can come up with, no matter how seemingly lacking in unconditional love it appears, has unconditional love coursing through it.

Everything! At the core of every place, person, or situation there is unconditional love. If there is not, then those places, persons, or situations would not exist. Unconditional love is what enables all things to exist and therefore all things are imbued with that unconditional love. For us, it is a matter of becoming aware of that.

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