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Who is it that Loves? It is not the one called ‘me’ who forever defines the worthiness of loving with judgment tainted by its unique conditioning. It is the SELF Who Loves IT SELF within the boundlessness of ONE the temporary images that emerge, flourish for a moment then fade back into the Emptiness of the SELF Who gave them Life. It matters not to the SELF what stories the phantom actors portrayed, ITs ‘essence’ is always there, Pure and untouched by the wide arc of separation.

Love remains, is never NOT, never waivers nor changes affections as does the fickle favour of the false self. YOU ‘are’ that Love and it is YOU that Loves YOU in every passing dream … and when the dream of dreaming has passed away.

“THE GRAND DREAM” -You Have Been Dreaming, Its Time to Wake Up

BOOKS by John McIntosh

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