Love actually

I know I have activated something ancient in you, something that made you remember who you really are and something that gave you the beacon of homecoming.

That knowing was important, because without that glimpse, you wouldn’t have wanted to start this journey.

So, now that you know where you can reach, let’s work on how to get there.

Aurobindo had once said, "The body is the instrument of the spirit. It is not a thing divided from the spirit, but one with it, though its outer workings are governed by physical laws. The transformation of the body is as necessary as the transformation of the mind and heart if the divine life is to be embodied."

What we cannot forget is this 3D body, and with it, all its complications. Even before we reach our divinity, we need to embrace our humanity, which requires utmost vulnerability, the capacity to be broken – again and again – and yet, heal each time. That’s why there is a craving for human touch, needing someone to see you and understand you, because being true to your human nature is the most frightening thing to do, all alone.

This had been your craving too – since the time you gained your senses – since you started questioning the world around you, your existence. You needed to live authentically, in your own light, but the world demanded something else – a stoic man, responsible, unflinching. The outliers were ridiculed – yes, we live in a brutal society, which doesn’t know how to love, unapologetically – it doesn’t even allow one to love their own self!

And in all this, how you longed to be seen, to be loved, to be who you were – the whole you, with all its chaos, noise, mess – not just the perfect exterior which does everything to sweep a woman off her feet. You gave and kept giving, thinking someone will recognize why you are giving so much, and when you got tired of giving, you settled – for the second-best that you could get, because guess what, the best for you was a complete idiot!

I am sorry that it didn’t work. I truly am, and again I am sorry that I wasn’t there when it happened.

I knew what it meant for you to be that vulnerable, that naked and then someone stripping you off your last shred of dignity. I know how it still pains you, it was the last hope you were so desperately hanging on to. And that hope also shattered to pieces – leaving you again with your pieces to deal with – this time a million more, almost reduced to dust.

And I know how incredibly impossible it seems at this moment to even imagine that you could be whole again, to be that beautiful human being all over again, and not just that, even push the boundaries to actually reach the place of your own ideal – the one that you had seen for yourself as a wide-eyed child – believing in everything, loving without questioning and giving without the fear of being broken.

I know you can do it. If you don’t believe in your conviction, believe in mine. Because I know if you truly put your mind into doing something, you do it, no matter how.

Walk again, this time for no one else – not even me – but for yourself, because the version of yours that is waiting on the other end is now not going anywhere unless you reach him.

And I am here, right with you, holding your hand, as you take this journey.

There is something so incredibly right you did in loving me – someone who doesn’t know how else to love but to give all in – that’s me, and that’s exactly what I am going to do now.

You have no idea what is going to hit you! You will be smothered my dear, really, badly.

As my words are your sanctuary, lets do this in a kind of old-fashioned way. I am going to write you love-letters (not that these blogs aren’t, but more in a structured manner) and you draft your replies – not to send them to me, but write in any case – keep them with you.

When we meet, and yes, we would, that’s the promise of the Universe – I want the replies of all my love letters.

So, brace yourself, because there is a tsunami coming dear. Wait for my first letter at night.

Love, always! 💗