A Return to Love
From Infinite Love and Beyond....
Infinite Love
When we are born, do you think we need to be shown how to be Love? I’m not talking about attachment or bonding, nor expressions of loving behaviours here, but whether we arrive in human form carrying within us an inherent flow of infinite Love. I mean could it be that genetics aside, we are born as Love itself? Pooing, peeing, wailing, pure bundles of Love. I believe it was the fabulous Elder, Anne Lamott who said ‘We are essentially love with skin on’, and never does this seem more evident than when babies are born.
Love with skin on.
In Balinese culture they believe in fact that babies are more God than human, because they’ve only recently left the Source from which we all came. If you have ever looked into a new born baby’s eyes you will understand that. It’s like they still have access to something (a place?), that we as adults no longer have a connection to, or at least have forgotten that we do. I can remember when my grandsons were born and people would literally gasp when they looked into their eyes, (as is the case with most of these god-like beings). There was something emanating from their eyes, a kind of light and deep knowing, which we all longed for and perhaps on a deeper level recognised, from a very long time ago. Maybe that’s why most people love cuddling new borns, beyond the cuteness, because when holding them in our arms, they reactivate our own infinite Love supplies, just like all true Gurus do.
Self Love into adapted love
From about 6 months onwards, babies begin to slowly develop a sense of self. They start to become aware that they are a separate entity from their mother and others. The ‘I’ phase. In these early stages of their self concept development, they naturally think they are fabulous. They don’t even consider that there might be anything wrong with them. How absurd! They are the perfect image of Love you see. So what’s not to love?! Small children simply enjoy being in their own skin and love everything about themselves. I can clearly remember my grandson Theo looking in the mirror as a young child, with his gorgeous pot belly, chubby arms and legs and saying to his reflection ‘I love you Theo’. And we were all like that once weren’t we?
So what happened?