The Real Magic, The Real Alchemy

We must never leave someone true, hungering for our love.

It’s not that difficult to satisfy someone’s longing for love. We just have to think of them.
But that’s why the thugs always hog our attention and distract us.
When love is new, we find ourselves thinking about them all the time. Because without that, the little sapling will never withstand those early winds to become a plant.
But then the time comes when the trunk is hard and the person no longer needs to think of them to feel secure. They’re always there.
That’s when love got to be love. Think of them though they won’t go away if you don’t.

Thug world teaches us to let our worries hog our thoughts. Thereby investing our energy in the things we should not.
We should let our love hog our thoughts. Invest our energy in what is the source of our life.

The solution to our problems is not in brainstorming. That’s for the soulless. That’s all they got.
The solution for us, is putting our energy back where it belongs, from where it has strayed to. Ie. Bringing our thought and attention energy, our focus, back to what we love. Because from that, flows life energy that will illuminate our vision, release our creativity and enable us to do what we to.
This is the way of the Soul in Life.

Will we lose something if we walk those same old stone paths, to that same old shrine and feel the same old presence of love again?
Does love ever grow old?

They scare us psychically. The thugs tell us that it is our forbidden love that destroys us. That we can’t make money because we are trapped in love; That it is our weakness.
But they lie.
This evil lie is the wicked monster we must face and conquer, that we might get to our inheritance and our right and our reward. Our old love, shining like gold under the layers of time. New as the Sun, Old as the Sun. New as the Moon, Old as the Moon .
Nothing else will ever make us happy.

Generation after generation they tell us, when they have deceived and drained us, that, “That man destroyed you,” “That woman destroyed you”. They tell lovers, “You failed because you got distracted.”

But it is they who fail, generation after generation. Because we souls, we rise again and again to love again and again.

The seasons come and go. Money comes and goes. But love keeps rising over and over till we learn to honor it above all.

Honor not on Sundays and holy days. But every day. In the bad times when we are low and in the good times. This is the real magic, the real alchemy, the real everything.

But it is so simple and the thug programmed mind sees simple things as useless, things got without money, as useless.