I honestly just need some reassurance to what I kind of already know (in my heart) but I was curious if anyone with Psychic capabilities has any insight on my love life? I know that is a common question and a bit broad but I'm 23 and I'm in a strange situation and I need to know if there's light at the end of the tunnel or if I should end it? I am frustrated with relationships to the point I want to give up and any insight would be appreciated.
If it doesn't feel right, dear - why do you need advice? Because you doubt your ability to find the real thing, don't you? But you can find the relationship that's right for you. It might be hard, but you need the courage to hold out for the right one. And you're so young, and there are so many possible opportunities ahead of you.
When the Lovers are ready, Love circulates effortlessly 'These three things are to be taken note of: the lowest love is sex - it is physical - and the highest refinement of love is compassion. Sex is below love, compassion is above love; love is exactly in the middle. Very few people know what love is. Ninety-nine percent of people, unfortunately, think sexuality is love - it is not. Sexuality is very animal; it certainly has the potential of growing into love, but it is not actual love, only a potential ... If you become aware and alert, meditative, then sex can be transformed into love. And if your meditativeness becomes total, absolute, love can be transformed into compassion. Sex is the seed, love is the flower, compassion is the fragrance. Buddha has defined compassion as 'love plus meditation'. When your love is not just a desire for the other, when your love is not only a need, when your love is a sharing, when your love is not that of a beggar but an emperor, when your love is not asking for something in return but is ready only to give - to give for the sheer joy of giving - then add meditation to it and the pure fragrance is released. That is compassion; compassion is the highest phenomenon.' THE LOVERS ~~* OSHO ZEN TAROT
I don't know if you read me a tarot card (?) but I just came to the realization (before I even saw this post) the yesterday that my relationship with the current guy I was seeing was purely based on sexuality and that he is not right for me and I sadly was mistaking sex for love... odd you should post that the day after I came to that realization and thank you for posting it. I have a lot of growing within myself I think before I will find "the one" if there is such a thing for me and I think for once I'm okay with that. (not to sound all gushy or anything though I am, lol)
Nah, I just picked it on purpose because it vibes with me. Be strong, I know you will find fullness in moments of silence. I'm not sure what else I can say... Peace Profound & Bright Blessings Wings of experience "I have a gift for you." She says with a smile. Her words pour like silken snakes, vibrating with brilliant electric hues; tangible inner pools of glowing greek glyphs, changing before set by thought; beyond sensation, sent backwards; the message relayed. Air elementals interwoven, gowns of motley iridescence, as patchwork ethereal texture. Silvers blend with violet and black; gold dissolved words. Soaring, feeling tranquility, yet seeing plains of light. How can something so rich and vast, be coiled in the space of a tailbone? Honor beyond universes, so immanent and personal. Wordlessly creating context and content. Shaping the shapeless, with sensations of emotional vibrancy. Submerging and cording to weave in ascent, like spirals of beads and waves of definition. All grace and beauty is her flight, like Asuras and Nagas at play in the Aethers. Indescribable. "You know your body is the Universe..." she adds. Resting, at the base of the light-poles central axis. What if the Earth and Sky are really Eternal? Time is not linear, it is circular and spirals. Nothing repeats, so standardization is futile. Why quantify and measure? Perched on street lights, capturing points of view with spheres of impression. A lightning-storm in the orange mist illumines insight. Verdant ancient darkness with swollen roots under canopies of magic. The thorns of the rose are neither white, black or red but a woody faded green; bamboo-hued, like a carpet of cured tobacco. Sensations wash, through the splinter in my minds eye, like snakeskin shards of self. No attachment to still-frames as a rebirth continues. Let it all flow, relax and witness the changing.
