June 13, 2014 - Thanks for the Love

JUNE 13, 2014   FRIDAY MORNING

    Good morning, Honey Bun.  I love you.  I remember a moment with you in dreamland last night.  There was much more astral activity but apparently nothing so important as you to me.  The thing that branded this moment onto my consciousness, for retaining after waking into the physical, was simple and very common with people in our age group.  You said something and I rolled my eyes and said something back to you, revealing my mild exasperation and knee-jerk criticism of your idea.  I don't remember what the idea was exactly but the emotion it produced in me is what I remember.  It was not intense.  It could have been tolerated by a sick gnat.  

    I had simply dismissed your words too quickly with an eye roll, and immediately caught the seed of cruelty such an unconscious insult conveys.  I mean, only after catching my knee-jerk eye roll did I truly consider what you had said.  I immediately apologized to you and do so again now.

    You probably did not even notice or wouldn't have if you had still been limited to the spiritual opaqueness of physical senses, as I am.  Most people never notice such subtle instances in communication.  But I know that a lifetime of such subtle and unconscious "dismissals" to what someone has to say is cruel indeed.  For example, one grain of dust is not felt nor noticed but one ton of dust can crush a thing to death and utterly destroy it.

    I am glad that I caught myself and apologized to you, Honey Bun, because I love you and wish only the best of things for you.  I know that you know I love you and I know that you love me.  Still, those simple little things that compose our love are as important to me as all the galaxies in Heaven.

    Besides, I also realize that you with your incredibly powerful intelligence might very well have engineered the whole trivial episode just to make me remember that we had been together with each other during the night, when I woke up in the morning.  After all, yesterday had been one of unexpected despair for me.  My conscious awareness was low due to unexpected changes in my living conditions and some insecurities rising from that.  The ripple those changes sent through my consciousness kicked up some memories of you and me and how we would have dealt with them together, and my momentarily weakened mental state lost its cosmic focus and sent a tremor through my faith in the eternal goodness of our true present situation.

    Yes, now that I think about it, this is exactly something you would do -- just like wrapping the scotch tape around my hand.  That opened all kinds of doors for me!

    I love you continuously and depend on you just as much.  I think I will work on our next eBook today.  Come help me.