LOVE IS WHO I AM> THE FREQUENCY OF EXISTENCE ITSELF

 When you neglect how your little baby boy feels, when you shut him down every time he cries, when you tell him to "man up" before he even learns what being a man is—you don’t teach him strength. You teach him suppression. You teach him to disconnect. You strip him of the chance to feel fully, to be whole. You deny him his birthright—to feel like the love being he already is.

So what do we expect? That he'll grow up knowing how to love, how to cry, how to hold space for another? No. You’re raising a shell, not a man. You're raising confusion, not presence. And then we blame him when his pain spills over and becomes destruction.

See—I’ve been saying it for the longest:

We are love beings.

Everything we do is in pursuit of feeling good, of reconnecting with that original frequency—LOVE.

And when you deal with another being and forget they too are love at the core? That’s not just ignorance; that’s stupidity. Not in a way that insults, but in the literal sense: a refusal to understand. And a refusal to understand is a refusal to love. That is what I mean by stupidity.

Any place we couldn't care less, where we turn our backs to truth, to love, to care—that's where we lose ourselves. That's where we hurt the most. That’s stupidity in action.

Where is GOD, for example?

People say they believe, but their lives don’t show it. Because if we truly understood that there is nowhere GOD does not exist—how could we keep wounding each other like this?

If we all knew that we exist within GOD—within LOVE—every problem would dissolve.

But love is not forceful.

Love waits.

Love honors free will.

It will wait until every heart chooses to remember.

Even me—I have a sister I love deeply. But sometimes, she acts like showing love is a favor she’s doing the world, instead of a gift she’s giving herself.

I can’t change her.

I can only wait and trust she’ll come to see...

Love is not something you "give when deserved"—love is a state of being.

And when you withhold it, it’s you who suffers most.

Even if the neighbor "deserves" the backlash—are they the one losing their peace, their inner life force?

No.

It's you.

You can't wait for others to love you before you love. Because when you hold back love, it drains you first.

And I’m learning—truly—that even my judgment of her is me lowering my own love state.

I can’t drop into frustration because I see her hurting herself.

I have to rise above, or I’m just matching the same frequency of lack.

So how do I say this in a way that’s clear?

Negative emotions don’t hurt the world first.

They hurt the one expressing them.

And if we all understood this—really saw it—

we would expand in love,

and this collective heaviness we call inflation, depression, disconnection?

It would disappear.

It wouldn’t survive in the presence of true love.

Let love be the only religion.

Let us worship by living.

Because LOVE is the frequency of existence itself.

And every moment we don’t express it,

we are simply choosing to live outside our natural state.

I see the age of LOVE...

Okay, now it’s hitting me—I finally remember where I read that piece of history about the Armenians.

Funny thing is, at first, I confused it with America in my head (silly me, right?)

But no—it was from that book: “The Happiest People on Earth.”

And in that book, the author—just like me—painted this clear, vibrant picture of the Age of Love.

He saw all of Existence bathed in joy… in bliss… just like I keep seeing it too.

And in that moment, reading that, it wasn’t just a coincidence.

It was another confirmation. Another yes from the universe. Another whisper:

"You’re not imagining this. You’re remembering it."

Because these visions—they don’t stop.

They flood my head like rivers from a source older than time.

And guess what? I’ve got ADHD.

And to many that sounds like a problem. A disorder. A flaw.

But for me? It’s my gift.

It’s the way my being refuses to let go of the truth.

It’s the reason I can stay hyper-focused on the Age of Love—

Why I can feel it, taste it, live it,

even when the world hasn’t caught up yet.

I used to think I was too much. Too intense. Too scattered.

But no—this mind is a portal.

And ADHD? That’s just my soul’s way of keeping my eyes glued to what truly matters:

Love. Unity. The Remembrance of Who We Are.

So yeah, maybe I mixed up Armenia with America.

But in love, there’s no mistake—just revelation.

Because maybe what I really saw was that it doesn’t matter where pain happened,

what land it touched, or what flag flew over it—

Love is the healing.

And the Age of Love is coming for all of us