Always and Forever in Service of Love

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Dear friends,

Being Lovers is being concluded.

I am moving on with a new project. It’s a collaborative blog called AWAKENING WITH. In partnership with many beautiful, wise writers spanning our globe, we will be offering our unique wisdom about various awakening paths, such as Reiki, yoga, meditation, Tarot, Tantra, and more. It’s the next big step for me, for us, on this wonderful writing journey! I hope you’ll check us out.

And now…

Some parting words about Love…

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What is romantic love?

As you focus your attention on a single person in a moment of “romance,” and that person focuses their loving attention back upon you, then a feeling of bliss expands inside your heart. You feel, if only for a few moments, complete. You feel at home.

What is unconditional love?

Unconditional love is pure. It is free from expectations, judgments, co-depency, fears. It is a sense of unity that does not fade. It is living within the breath of eternal union. Body, mind, and spirit, forever yoked as One.

Unconditional love, which we could also call “ultimate love,” is the surrender of the scared self, and an awakening of the Sacred Self.

How do romantic love and unconditional love relate?

Romantic love, for many of us, is the mystical moment where we, for the first time, experience ourselves opening to something greater. Something amazing and indefinable. It is a moment where the seemingly solid form of “me” begins to dissolve.

Romantic love is an opening.

Romantic love is a moment where the previously-closed human vessel of the body can begin to receive and utilize the very frequency that originally made it.

Romantic love heals.

Romantic love, for many, is the beginning of the end of suffering.

When we choose to incarnate onto this planet, we choose to descend into these bodies and brains with a forgetfulness. We forget our true divine nature and walk around feeling we are less than that. We feel fear; we feel separate. Our hearts are closed, protected seeds. And…then…the warmth of the sun comes. Love comes. Our beloved comes.

And then we blossom.

What we call “romantic love” is actually, at its depths, a trigger for the spiritual awakening process.

And, yet, as beautiful as romantic love is, it is not the be-all-end-all of life. It is not the final goal or destination.

Romance is what humanity is transitioning out of.

Pure, awakened unconditional love is the future.

When we “fall in love” (initially in the romantic sense) and experience viewing ourselves through the eyes of the mirror of our Beloved, everything changes. Every part of our being shifts. What once was dark is now light; what once was tired now has energy. We cannot believe how wonderful we feel! We cannot believe how lucky we suddenly are!

Dear friends, at this time in my life, the beautiful miraculous spring of 2017, I can say that I understand these truths almost fully—but not quite. As a channeller of information, the information comes through me, healing me as it moves. I often teach what I have yet to fully and totally embody. This is the way of things.

Indeed, I still am working on integrating this information that I present to you now, which flows freely to me through the Universe during Reiki and meditation. I am fully aware that what I write to you now is truth…and…yet…sometimes I still sink into fear.

And even though, most of the time, I am fully grounded in the self-realized awareness of my eternal being-ness, I still, sometimes, desire another. I long for someone. Yes, that still arises sometimes.

I do not want to call what I feel for this person “romantic love,” for it is not that. No. I do not intend for it to be that. And…yet…so then…what to call it? If I have no intention of returning to co-dependency or clinging, if I have no desire to base my happiness on the form of another, then what to name it?

It is a paradox. I deeply love many Beings. And, yet, there is One in particular for whom my heart particularly sings. When we are together, it is as if every cell in my body dances to a new rhythm that I could only before imagine was possible. When he touches my knee, all the trees in the forests stop to listen. When his face appears in view, my bones tremble and ask for his blessing.

When I look at him, I see myself. I see my own triumphs, joys, projections, sorrows, stumbles, and hopes. I see myself, projected outside myself, in another form. It is quite a powerful show!

This has happened before—this kind of powerful, immersive, radical love, particularized in a single person—but, before, I was not quite so aware. Thus, much pain ensued, as we tried to cling to each other, not recognizing that we were already whole beings. We mistakenly sought completion in the other. We mistakenly gripped and held. We loved each other, but we hurt each other, and ourselves. We suffered.

Now is the time for something new. With this new friend. This new spiritual companion. This new energy.

I cannot call him “partner,” for it is much more grande yet much less localized than that. We have no label. We have no promises. We have no clinging, and any co-depency that rises up within me, I notice, and I breathe into it, thus dissolving it quickly. The old ways are dying.

The love that is there, this deep, profound, completely earth-shattering love, whom I direct sometimes in a particular direction, at a particular gorgeous form, is also the same love I have for every tree, every rock. It is one love.

I dance my dance most days alone, without his voice, and I am okay. In fact, I am more than okay! I am the creator of the Universe and the creation within the Universe. I am both, functioning in a perfect dance of will and form. I am in love with myself.

Now is the time I attain to the next level. This spiral brings me up.

Romance is what humanity is transitioning out of.

Pure, awakened unconditional love is the future.

I represent the future. I am a wayshower. This is my task in this lifetime. I signed up for it. He did, too. We have the same mission.

I am so grateful to know him.

…and what I feel now of Love is deeper than any song, wider than any river. I am the Pure Presence that emanates from all things, and through my light, I heal myself and all beings. I have taken the Bodhisatva vow in my heart. Not in front of a religious community, but in the quiet echoes of my own morning. I have chosen. I have dedicated my entire life to the Way of awakening.

It is what I have always wanted.

Looking back, I can see this future in my childhood’s eyes. I can see how it has always been this way. How this Path has been prepared for me.

Each day I rise, and I surrender. Some days are easier than others. And there is still ego in me, still the illusion of separateness that still strives to exist. It will be dissolved at some point. No timelines can predict exactly when, but I do feel it will be within this lifetime.

Friends, thank you for following this blog. I hope you have felt loved through it.

Go forth, and love—as deeply and intensely as you can!!

Go forth and breathe, allowing the love to flow back to you, completing the circle.

Always and Forever in Service of Love,

Anya Light

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♥ Enjoy more heart-openings at www.AnyaLight.com or Anya’s book Opening Love. ♥ Namaste!

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Reincarnation is Real

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Our first kiss came, and then a week or two later we made love. The air was July, thick with campfire smoke and dandelion. He came to my apartment. It was afternoon.

This is our story.

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The sweat of our bodies, already present when he knocks on my door, intensifies. Mingles. I had only recently learned from him not to fear that. This time, the air conditioning stays off.

His soft, long brown hair, no longer parted down the middle but whisked into stormy waves upon my face, neck, chest. A pillow holds my thrashing head. His lips, finding every…single…place. Gently yet commandingly he lowers his body, full, against mine. His form is heavy, solid. Masculine indeed. His lips. His sweet lips. Slowly, he raises his head, his face parallel to mine, hovering over, a few inches away.

Bedroom blinds are drawn, yet there’s enough light to sense the expression in his eyes.

He smiles, and it’s such a curious smile. I know it’s time to say something…because there’s suddenly a bubbling feeling—a heart that is growing hotter, a flame that is rising to some strange end. Without knowing what the words mean and in one breathless burst I say I’ve known you before! My voice sounds strange—deep and husky; it doesn’t sound like mine. His eyes which were so wide open now melt a bit and his smile broadens. Lover pulls his torso upward, legs now straddling my hips. He inhales deeply and speaks. At least, this time, you don’t have to watch me die.

Everything goes black.

I have no choice at this moment but to allow his words. There is a stabbing sensation in my chest. A most horrible pain! I bring my hands to my heart, urgently twisting my torso to the side in a silent request for him to move. I curl like a fetus. There is nothing now but a black swirling empty hole—empty yet not empty, and a wind. A very strong wind. I am a tree, blown over in the storm. I begin to howl violently. I shake, a heaping mess, an insane small child. He rests on his side, front facing my front, embracing. Thankfully, he has a thousand arms.

We hide in bed for hours. Tears; mouths; kisses. We whisper of the past, remembering details from that particular death, and others. I start to write poetry without paper. We unravel the knots by speaking them. Horseback, swords, a nearly-relentless rain. I begin to understand. He has already understood.


Check out more of Anya’s writings at AnyaLight.com and also her book Opening Love, a compassionate guidebook for intentional relationships.

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