Is the point of our healing path to reach the point of Agape?  I am putting this one out there for debate naturally.  And thus, once we have reached this point, we truly remember and are able to manifest this to be in service to others?  I wonder.

Agape, the Greek word, as I understand it to be, is love in the truly giving sense regardless of circumstance.  Search online the definition of agape and it will say the highest form of love, charity.  Unfortunately, I personally think charity is best left off this one, given our modern charity donors want something in return.  This is the open giving of love too, however, dark.

I am no linguist; however, languages have multiple words for love.  I counted a minimum of eight for German, however, if there’s any language where the word is misused it probably the English language.  I will leave you to figure the forms, each of which in my world has a different frequency so can be felt and defined (and probably measured), the point I would like to make is about agape and the why.

I was healing yet another past life.  I think this was just shy of forty so we are now really scraping the barrel.  Like anyone, the delay and avoidance tactics no longer work (the anxiety returns) so on a recent random field trip to Bath Abbey, I started to see two dimensions at the same time and my life as a rather small and rotund sister wearing brown sac cloth and wooden rosary hanging from my waist emerged.  For the sake of my blog, this is sister Margarita.  Whilst you may hoot in laughter, I think this is at the least the fourth incarnation as a nun – not sure what I was thinking at the time, but nonetheless the experience, despite being far more horrific than imagined, served.

There was a time in history where people were unhappy with the church (has it changed since Constantine?).  The ruling class purged the churches and all they stood for and that included torturing nuns.  I will spare the details, but suffice to say it was a slow and painful death over a number of weeks, all of which needed to resurface.  I am jolly grateful we do not carry over certain sufferings e.g., physical pain, into our current life – this was pretty grim. 

I mentally adjusted to the ordeal by creating a safe place – a wooden small house on the hillside surrounded by fields and flowers and a tree nearby.  Meanwhile I developed an extraordinary sense of compassion for those who did quite unimaginable things.  People have been brutal to each other throughout history sadly.  But why create this for myself?  I believe to reconnect with this form of love.  For what purpose – to be able to manifest this on demand in my healing work.

This year, I have begun to heal the land.  Whether it be churches that played a role in the slave trade, or locations across the globe where energy has been misused (pyramids, obelisks, monumental stones).  What I see is the ugly side of our history.  It’s in the Akashic records, however, it’s been carefully omitted from the history books.  In undertaking the energetic work, I do, Agape, enables me to release as well as stay neutral to all that I see.  The frequency of Agape obliterates lower energy forms.  It is incredibly pure.

The closest text to describe this that I can find is in the bible.  Look up 1 Corinthians Chapter 13 and it attempts to say this.  To paraphrase “Love is patient, love is kind…It bears all things, believe all things, hopes all things, endures all things.  Love never ends” I am just wondering, is this the critical feeling, agape, we each need to experience?  Not only to be in service but also to fully comprehend our humanness.  Only time with tell.