A Lot of Love

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 The world right now needs a lot of love—not less of it.  I do my part with close friends and family.  Some might say it’s easy.  The hard part is loving the unloveable.  Actually, friends and family is where it begins.  If it doesn’t begin there then there is no beginning.  It is widely known that divorce attorneys do best when they can get couples to hate each other.  

Domestic violence is often the worst kind.  I won’t get into that, but really, I might say love begins with oneself.  The worst kind of hatred often ends with hatred of the self.  Love has to begin with the self.  Then it simply manifests itself outward from there.  Sometimes the only kind of love a person has is for the self.  Those are the narcissists of this world.  They too can be the worst kind.  

So, it’s not either/or but both/and.  A narcissist is either/or.  But those who genuinely love are the both/and kind of person.  Evil hates.  Good loves the both/and.  I don’t want to involve myself in a discussion of evil, but even narcissists can’t really love themselves.  It may seem that way but often they hate their lives.  But they seek survival at all costs.  Genuine love flows outward.  Narcissistic love is only inward.  

It took my Angels to teach me this.  I couldn’t have learned this on my own.  If I were self-taught I wouldn’t be here right now.  I had to learn this.  If one wants to know whether another loves ask those closest to that person.  I’m far from perfect as there is just one example of perfect love.  Love simply seeks its own.  

These are my thoughts this morning about love.  There is too much hatred in this world, but love always wins.  This world can cause me a lot of stress from all the hatred that is out there.  I smoke my pipe while I meditate on righteous thoughts about love.  My pipe this morning is my Gettysburg pipe and my tobacco is Captain Black Original.  My coffee this morning is comfort coffee.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Papa Chasteen

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