The Emotion We Call ‘Love’ …
It’s now Wednesday, February 13, 2019 at 8:45 am. Tomorrow in the USA? Chocolates. Flowers. Expensive fragrances. Amazing demonstrations of the emotion we humans call ‘LOVE’.
The day after? Quarrels. Disappointments. Gift returns. Amazing demonstrations of hate to its peak leading to whatever divorce courts or even murder—the drama of our present life on these earthly grounds.
What to do? Nothing we can do …?
That is, nothing we can do until we humble ourselves to accept the fact that even at our highest peak of achievement? We wind up empty handed—with nothing at all.
What About The Great Ones Whom Have Made Or We Think Have Made A Difference In This World…?
O yeah? We pride ourselves in the great ones whom have made a difference, but! For the most? That’s all we do—pride ourselves in them. Back to business as usual, and me?
Let’s Not Talk About Me Anymore. Let’s Not Talk About It All Anymore …?
Honest to goodness! Talk. Talk. Talk. That’s all I and all do for the most. But the time is coming and it’s here now when the talk ceases In awe we begin following.
For Myself? Well, Where Am I At Now?
Let me tell you. It’s uncanny how things are developing between Ahmad, my children, and myself now that I am following the Master 100%.
That’s not just empty talk.
That’s proclaiming the things that my Master whispers in my ears at every turn of the events of my life.
Is My Master Reaching Other People Than Ahmad And My Children …?
It’s now Wednesday, February 13, 2019 at 11:27 am.
It’s uncanny how many techs get acquainted with me while these frustrating computer incidents come my way. The program kept messing up, so?
One more Tech crossed my path …
I stopped. Got a hold of a good tech in Microsoft Support that took his time to hear me and fix the problem.
It looks like the error is fixed. It’s nice to work without interruptions. That alone is a miracle.
What’s next my Master?
Perhaps to sit under the sunshine for a bit? 11:45 am. Wow! I filled the beautiful mug that Yazeed gifted me with tea. I sat under the sunshine. Began to zip my tea, and? Suddenly!
The Human Emotion Of Love Shattered To Pieces …
The sound of the mug shattered to pieces woke me up—I had fallen asleep holding the mug.