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God’s Chain of Love Unbroken 

Excerpt adapted from: Ramtha, A Private Session. August 17, 2011

The reason you are incapable of loving — you are incapable of loving everyone — is because you are still holding people under the pendulum of positive and negative. You don’t like people for a specific reason because it counters or perhaps reflects an element of yourself you are endeavoring to master. How are you supposed to know the glory of love without going out and meeting the adversities of your dislikes to know yourself and uncover yourself more?

Student: This is so true, Ramtha.

Ramtha: You have nothing to lose to find the purposeful good and love in every human being, no matter how overwhelmingly they represent the antithesis of yourself, because in order to dislike someone, you have just found a reality of yourself. You understand?

Student: I understand.

Ramtha: To parley with such once-enemies, that are only yourself as enemies, is a courageous moment to look at scoundrels and say, “I have quietly had fantasies that would make these people embarrassed.”

We like to dismiss people, places, things, times, and events, to expunge them from our reality so that we purify the moment and we have only the best. In reality, like Christ said, you should be dining with heretics, anyone that is not a Jew. Otherwise, what is the purpose of our life? If we do not know how to love ourself totally, we are absolutely precluded from loving the world.

Student: Ramtha, is love a state or emotion or both?

Ramtha: Love is not an emotion. It is a great question because everyone uses that word. “Lay down, I think I love you,” I heard someone say. Well, it is in the lexicon to jeersuitors who just want to bed you. And for women who must resist, they understand that this is not love; it is an emotional, sexual experience.

Love is that great mystical word to which all great sages of all times and great Gods who were there on the side of the human experience — not to the enslavement of the human experience — would come so far to lay down roots of something as beautiful as they are, to give them the necessary elements of the divine, which is to make known the unknown and the ability to experience the flowers we make. If we have no feeling for what we make as an experiential concept, we can’t make it. We have created flowers of arts and robots. Would you agree?

Student: Yes.

Ramtha: We must know what it is to be the lily of the field. We must know what it is to be a simple columbine and to notdifferentiate between each as a prize against the other but that each is singularly unique. We must be so flexible to not have a preconceived notion of our creative experience but simply experience and let its art expose us to its introduction into nature. Isn’t that lovely? Lovely. So the Gods jump-started your incarnations by giving you the power of the emotional experience, the here and now.

Unfortunately, without a great world teacher — who does not seek to dominate, though many do — a great text, that does not seek to be so written that only the quasi-intelligent could understand it but plainly spoken, could follow a leadership and an emerging role of your own divinity that was instilled in your body to acquiesce your divine Spirit. Body and Spirit are resonant. Genetically, however, without true guidance it became important to define emotions to such an extent that we would use emotions to exhibit love and utterly leave out the whole equation of creating the archetype of a new thing to which we create, we manifest, we come to breathe the life into it. That is why all of the great cultures of the past saw Spirits in all the flowers because they were seeing the Spirit of the God who made those flowers and made this food here. You follow? Am I speaking in your tongue plain enough?

Student: Beautiful.

Ramtha: Ah, I hope. I am honored, as I am not such a master of any language here. But do let me continue.

The trick was to relinquish being a lily. When the sun comes in the mornings, it begins to rust the drink of fairy milk, which is water in our deep throat. When the sun comes, it threatens to gild our edges, hence the gilded lily. It is such an experience to come out of the darkened earth as a green shoot and say, “Don’t, don’t, don’t destroy me yet. Don’t tromp upon me yet. You have not seen my glory, but when you do I assure you I will be cultivated in all the finest gardens around the world.” That is a God talking.

So now the art of the divine leaves the relationship of being a flower. It has set in motion its quintessential greatness and offers it the power and genetic diversity to evolve against conditions upon the plane from which it was given birth. It has the axisto move and change according to weather, according to disruption. It can survive — that is the point — but survival is not just survival. The struggle of adversity in all nature brings upon metamorphosis, which human beings have lost the power to be.

Metamorphosis, as seenin a butterfly, is also forgotten in what harsh winters do to our gardens. If we suggest that only a butterfly has the power of change, we have forgotten the bare frozen ground that comes, and winds that whip ice within the boughs of our most cherished trees. They look dead in those cold, bare fingers of theirs, only to be surprised that they come again in spring. Metamorphosis is reincarnation.

When we come again in the spring we will be bigger, our blossoms more robust, and the love of those who love us will be more intense. We set those principles forward, and when we left them with those principles and those possibilities and that divine genetics, we, when we left them, loved them.

I can wax and wane poetically about nature, for I saw it as my greatest teacher in my lifetime. I didn’tknow from whence I came, beyond the North Star, but what is the here and now? Who is the exemplary quiet teacher? Nature — not a man, not a woman, nature. And everyone has access to that great book of teachings.

As human beings, we haven’t left the human being. We have caustically delayed and therefore had to come back and pick up where we left off. We are the lily in every single, supposed, divine sanctum of metamorphosis. We retain our connection with being the lily. We retain our connection with being the woman. We retain our connection with being the man, or a mix thereof, because we don’t want to give up the dynamicness of chemical emotions. And so everyone is trapped in being lilies or hibiscus or columbines or grasses or trees. So God haunts the limbs. Gods haunt human beings. So when one exacts love from another person, they are doing so upon the grounds and the laws of the creature they are in. They say that love must come in the form of chemical bravado — first three seals — the love of sex, the love of pain, the love of power, and the love of victimization. They all are a cloth woven closely together and yet in our exactness, lilies love insects who love other lilies, but lilies do not love columbines who love the insects that visit columbines.

So let my example be as simple as the bouquet in front of you to which you haven’t even really looked at, and that everyone at this table is a different flower whose lily only wants lilies and dislikes columbines. Stalks despise whatever that other spiral thing is because they are way too ambitious. And a hidden blue mountain is so discreet in its lovely lavender blue, going into radiant blue, it is almost an accentuation of color where others dominate. All of you are like this bouquet on my table. You are not like each other. You are all flowers. That clinging to your humanity perpetuates you to hold on to — a disciple poet who is called the Book of Life — that which you like and dislike. And those you like — Well, if it were up to you the whole world would be just you, but it would be so extremely flawed. A garden with only one of these things is lovely, but unless they are all picked together we don’t find a bouquet.

Love began as we were given this planet to develop, and this is your planet to develop. You are not in the Reticular Formation, indeed you are not in the House of Leo, you are not the Pleiades, so stop gazing. This is your planet. Other entities in other places — yes, when we say they are advanced, they absolutely are —are advanced to the degree that they understand this colloquy, this mystery in front of us.

What was the key element? To love within the creator of the disguises its elemental self. That means that when we are prejudiced against other people for what we see as their slightly too exuberant color or their weak stalks or their inability to make a human being heady — perfume, an art of seduction — that unless we can seduce one of those entities we discard the whole rest of the world. We discard the whole garden. How could that be the eminent principle of making known the unknown by becoming all things, sitting within it the premise of longevity and survival, and then leaving its intoxicating headiness?

In a human being you are still working on likes and dislikes and the mysticism of love. Love does not belong in one respect to a sexual experience. Love does not belong, for example, exclusively between the lily and the insect. If we find that we are resenting other showy flowers next to us, crude and barbaric weeds that seem to take over as the ignorant masses plunder the riches of aristocracy, we are disheartened when bees visit them.

Therefore I could ask all of you who it is you do not love and you will embarrassingly try to avoid the topic. That means that you are a specific flower in the garden and you haven’t left it. You are a specific rules-of-the-soul and you haven’t left it to change it. So in the summer of our discontent and indomitable intrepidation, we must come to a really powerful realization that if we see our eminent continuity, we cannot see our eminent continuity on a destroyed Earth because then we would have to live within our shallow self of all the rude judgment of now all the people we do miss who reflected such an integral part of our fiery nature. Therefore love and sex give heightened, powerful effects to the brain so much so it sweeps us momentarily out of time. But that interaction is very much like the insect inside of a deep-throated lily or a hummingbird drinking our nectar. We get off on it and we think we love that. Love is not about sex or victimization, its pain and suffering, or about power; rather it is that we have mistaken these values for a seduction of insects who empower us to our mission of beingness. That is not love. Love is when we can look at everyone and say, “Ah, I dislike you so much. Thank God you are in my life to let me see the log in my eye. You are me. I love that you have shown this shallow part of me.” It is something that subtle, and every day. It is not a date; it is every day. Who do we exclude from our life and on what grounds?

Only the saints, God-man realized, God-woman realized, can look at the world without seducing it and see its hidden treasure, its hidden community, its hidden agenda. And only when we can do that are we a light to the world, and only then do we know God’s chain of love unbroken. Until then we must be plunged into the darkness of our parental-lover-husbandman-wife- children chain of doing so much to love them and having to hold the stance of combativeness against them.

You may print this in your magazine.

Student: Thank you. If I had one, I would.

Ramtha: Someone here can print something in their magazine, because the more this story is told, the more our thoughts turn quietly to love and who are we.

Every parent and family reflects in our incarnation the best opportunities we have and the worst things we need to change in ourselves. Every lover in our life helps to define the importance of the moment. Every lover in our life is like the insect that visits the weed after it has drunk our nectar. Understand its purpose and then in the end realize we are still trying to be that flower that we should have left a long time ago. So what have you learned?

Student: To love, the act of love expression, is to allow the change, and change to allow the entity of the experience to grow and evolve and not to place my preconceived notions upon past experiences.

Ramtha: Absolutely, but preconceived notions are based upon past experiences. At some point we must come to understand that we have to give up the emotional need to hold on and become wise. What did I just say?

Student: To give it up, to let it go.

Ramtha: To let it go. And if you are choosing a painful path it is because you still haven’t gained the wisdom from those early experiences that pointed the way to a fretful path. We never go back and relive unless we have forgotten and are addicted to. When we are free of it, we will say, “Ah, once upon a time this would have been delicious to me, but how lovely a moment can create a lifetime of suffering. I don’t choose that anymore, but good luck.”

When we are ready to do that — and we do it blatantly — and they plead for our hand mercifully, just say, “I heard that too. And it is not that you are not unique; it is just your uniqueness is in you to me, but I have experienced this before. No. Good luck, fare-thee-well, happy hunting.” And then you are left, along with the crashing thoughts of your emotions that you have denied yourself, yes?

Student: Yes.

Ramtha: You just have to make the moment clear that no people, place, thing, time, and event occupies it, because wisdom teaches us to do that for the building blocks of new architecture. Do you understand me?

Student: Yes, Ramtha.

Ramtha: And then begin to love yourself — to love yourself. In this world of masses, under the forge of great tribulation, there is someone just like you. And when you clear the way of the past, the future comes. Nature abhors a vacuum.

You learned something this day?

Student: Yes.

Ramtha: So be that. 

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