Nothing could be more perfect or precious in this moment than to be flowing in inspirations stream with a kindred soul
Sister Alchemists take to the 5th in the transmutation of 56
Reclamation of the creation field, infusing purist love.
I have asked out loud who diluted such an expansive concept into one word?
That we must love God and potato chips without options? The word grows smaller and smaller, it gets beaten, maligned, tarnished and tainted. Who were these nefarious creators of the limits of love?
Primordial Sanskrit...has 96 words for love
Greek...has 6 words for love
Hmmmm...is this a pigeon hole by intelligent design? Master Plan?
Who would want to minimize love? To lower its vibrational rate when spoken by forcing the expansive to dwell with the trivialization?
Hmmm...low Germanic..Bavarian Country? The roots seen deeper than accepted belief.