Love
Zombies are living a life of a dead - always hungry for life. Like people who pretend to be alive. People too afraid to live and in need to control, manipulative, gaslighting, reaction trapping the living and then some. But they just pretending they are hurt. Not alive enough to feel their authentic real pain. Love does not come from hurt.
Sacred Love
is the last line of defense. It is the kind of love that reminds us of a candle light in a very very dark room. Insecure, hurt, cowered people are the dark room, full of zombies looking for life, looking for a light a light to eat.
Sacrifice
For what would you sacrifice?
Imagine a tiny Italian convertible, the sun is kissing your face while driving wind (Fahrtwind). The wind uses the salt from the sea to scrape off your mask when softly touching your face. The music is playing an easy soft almost romantic tune. Now when you look to your right what do you see? An empty shot gun(seat)?
When I commit to a woman, I am not uttering words of emotional assurance. I am not made, don't exist to satisfy someone's need for self assurance.
I don't enter a relationship to fill my empty half. I took care of this before I enter the relationship. I consider my partner as an add on and not a problem that I have to fix, 365.
I was made so I can become who I am, so that I can be with someone who also knows who they are. If she doesn't know who she is, she will try to turn me into her discovery tool. And what do you do with the tool after you used it? That - is not love.
Loving a hurt and bleeding heart is called agape. You do what you can to help a fellow human to make it through tough times. Loving someone who knows who they are (nosce te ipsum) requires you to do the work, to find out who you are before entering a relationship. It is better to love a kaput soul who has self awareness then a shiny shallow surface.
Two who are self aware, connecting, sharing their life time with each other that is when the magic happens. This is where you learn what love truely entails. Even time will slow down. No sacrifice needed. As Jesus would put it: You are full. (Gnostic joke).
What makes it sacred when I choose a woman is the connection. Some human connections are so fundamental, so untouchable, so unique - I have to ask myself would I sacrifice a planet? Well how about a universe? Would I sacrifice a galaxy for one unique connection?
Gods trust humans too much because for love a human would sacrifice probably everything.
Back to my choosing of a woman, would I sacrifice everything? Time spent with one human connection which is not just being alive, authentic, but without a doubt and absolute clarity transcendenting my life?
[a very long pause please]
[a long pause with a lot of silence]
Everyone makes their choice based on necessity, they say. Loosing my connection with this one soul would destroy me. That's who I am - unapologetically. All in. No matter what. Defending what is sacred to me. Defending what means more than my life.
What else is there to do? My light would not only diminish but would be forced to accept the undeniable lack of purpose. And time - it would start to slice me like the store clerk the deli meat at the local grocery.
Sacred Love: A Spiritual Imperative
Love is spiritual. If a human doesn't connect the spirit starves. If a human loves the spirit flourishes. Time slows down. Everything seems possible. Meant to be. Everything is where it is meant to be. Creating galaxies? With ease and a smile, on the side.
I know who I am and my spirit is lifted, he said when he opened his eyes one morning, in bed, awakening to a new day, turning his head towards her and discovering that the love of his life is right next to him.
That is..everything.
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