Heavenletters

When the love I speak of nourishes itself in your heart, you are not embroiled in your individuality. You do not even think of it, because even a thought of it separates you from the Source of all that love, even an inkling away is far, even taking your eyes off the greatness of love for a split second rifts the Oneness in your heart.
 
When you are immersed in My Love, you know that there is nothing else. You know that My Love is all that there is, and you know it is yours because, at this peak, you know nothing else, and so you know Reality.
 
And then you think about it, and the awareness of awareness comes, and the sense of fullness of love eclipses itself in your thought of it.
 
 
Is this the big secret then? You have often said, dear God, that all of this is not about me. I thought I understood that, but I did not expect it to be so not about me. Not even marginally. It seems I have to be out of the way 100% for love to happen. Then what am I here for? Or what is an imagined self here for?