[conjuredUp]

The first few times I really managed to get connected into the universe I wept uncontrollably when it ended. It was if, when the connection broke, I was mourning everything that had ever or will ever exist at once.

The weeping was usually preceded by laughter at the absolute splendor of the divine.

Now when I manage to tap in (SO much more frequently now than ever, so thin the veil) I can catch the laughter before it spirals down into the grief of seperation.

I've learned to relish the grief because the grief keeps me on target for my goal.

Connection.

Love is the perfect channel for that.
What a SPLENDID post.

LOVELOVELOVE