The king of love is only focused on the kingdom of love

"A King Whose Kingdom Is Love" 

 The truth is I am not interested in hierarchy. And what we need to understand is this: a king whose kingdom is love is not interested in the expressions of love as something tangible. It is like saying love defecated, and that which it produced becomes more important than love itself. That is what these people assume, who look at me and conclude I am not doing enough with the gift, because they would have gone to hell and back oppressing people and called that an achievement.

But here is the first truth: I cannot oppress anyone genuinely, because love is my kingdom and love is who I am. I cannot operate against the love that I am. This is why God is for all of us, every man for himself in the deepest sense. Because it is the value of love I see, not the value of love's production. Because love is what can produce anything impossible, everything that can exist. It is love that used itself to birth all that can exist. So as much as it appears that what is created out of love is more tangible than love itself, I see the king of love as an awareness, one with this love energy, that frequency of existence. Chasing the product instead of the source cannot make any iota of sense in my head, because it carries no significant meaning.

If people really could do better than I can, I would wake up and see love everywhere. Abundance everywhere. Everyone celebrating. So much sufficiency circulating that nobody could even open their mouth to justify a complaint about anything. That is the success I am speaking of, where you do not need to help anyone because everybody already has more than they need, and there is nothing left that anyone is reaching for.

We think power is in control. Not knowing that this is blank stupidity, and I want to be precise about what I mean by stupidity. Stupidity is not just knowing it all. Stupidity is not caring to understand. And this not caring to understand can arise from different reasons that are completely valid and justified to the person who holds them. It can be that they are so hungry that the only thing they care about is hunger, and everything else is noise. It can be different shapes of reasons. Different meanings. Different people carry different perceived worlds that they believe so strongly, as though what they perceive is the absolute truth. Meanwhile, it is inherited trash. It is not even them that perceive the world that way. It is society that taught them how to perceive, and they hold it like something tangible and sacred.

So I see: the lack of love is the order of the day in a world that is love itself. I cannot keep my mouth shut on these things, and I am not trying to keep it shut to make anyone comfortable who cannot comprehend love. Because they cannot experience it themselves, and that does not mean they are not love. It only means there is no awareness of the love that they are. And the one who dares to stand and say that this love even exists, it is like a mirage to them. Something that could never happen. More alien to them than even aliens. So imagine: what you exist within is alien to you. Then what is there left to understand?

And that becomes a solid perception. One that beats its chest and declares that life is worthless, that there is nothing, because they know nothing, and you are only conscious of what you know. But when you are connected to the life that gives you life directly through divine source itself, nobody needs to tell you there is power in love. It is not something that needs to be transcribed to you or explained. You see it in the evidence of your own personal experience. It is not something you are trying to make other people understand so that it can make sense to you.

Honestly, it can feel like that, when you are trying to shake awake a consciousness someone was born with. You cannot stop yourself from understanding once that connection is alive. But there is always a consciousness in us that knows: no matter how your mother gave birth to you, your mother is not your God. That understanding is already embedded in us,  we do not start worshipping our mothers. Some of us will even fight our mothers, push back against what she has said. If we genuinely knew our mothers were our God, the encounter would be entirely different. But because that understanding is not within us, it cannot be infused into us, because it was never what created us. It is simply the process of how we came about.

And the true source of our existence is that which breathes trust, that which we know, if it stops, we are dead. And by "breathes" I mean: breathing. Inhaling and exhaling. That is what I mean to say.

What I want to make clear is this: it is not possible that a king would leave his kingdom for rubbish. That makes no sense. The rubbish is so disgusting it sickens the king, to know that existence itself can make sense of nonsense as something more valuable than love. That human beings can choose material things over life that they themselves could never create. And the truly mad part is they do not even know how important life is, because they do not even think their own life is important. It is always a projection of self.

When it is not rooted in love,  because the truth is we are always love, and always being loved, the present state of love, is a present state of being. Love is always a present state of being, literally. You are either presently expressing love, or you are presently expressing a lack of love. There is nothing like doing both simultaneously. There is no fusion of the two at the same time. You are either expressing love or you are expressing the absence of love, whether you comprehend it or not, whether you care to comprehend it or not. Whatever position you feel you occupy, it does not define anything beyond this: you are either expressing love, or you are not. That is how we are as love beings.

When we as love beings cannot comprehend love, it does not mean there is a place or space where love does not exist. It simply means love is not being expressed, and love is free will. Love will always be free will. You cannot force people to express love. You cannot force people to be kind to another when they cannot see any sense in being kind to themselves. That is why you cannot force people to express what they are not. You cannot even make people love themselves. You are not God over anyone.

 Love equals free will: we all have equal ability to love. Equal ability to love means nobody is above love, nothing is higher than love, and you cannot tell somebody how to be, because what guides one can never fit another. Love itself is infinite. It does not duplicate expressions. The same manner that works for one can never work for another in the same way. That does not mean they cannot harmonize. They can always find something they both love and join in it together. Consider the energy of football, how the love of football brings people together who would otherwise tear each other apart. The next minute after a score, those same people are almost embracing. And those same people, minutes after the match, are fighting. But that unity, gotten from love freely given, is the only unity that can be genuinely true.

You cannot force it. You cannot make people love just because you are love. Nobody appointed you their authority. It is none of their business until they themselves understand why love is wisdom, why love would actually make any sense to choose. It has to make sense to the individual for them to genuinely express love as who they are, not as obligation, not as something they are performing to keep up appearances. Because once there is effort to push, it becomes hollow. You grow tired of the vanity of it. Even performing love, trying to feel good at all costs, is vanity. Expressing love as a performance is as empty as existence can get.

And the king of love would not be interested in the products that love can produce, but in love itself. In what would produce that product. Because that is where the correction of production lives. If you work on the love that is doing the producing, then what it produces becomes more love than it was before. That is the idea. Address the root, and the root is love. And what is love? Love is you and I. The soul. The consciousness. That which has breath flowing through it. That which is conscious. That is the full energy of love, always moving to produce, with energy, through vibrations.

So if people had already created a harmonious environment where everyone is loving, I would not come to do something that is already done. Why would I waste my time? There would already be a love experience. I would not arrive to find the ground dirty and the roads being filled with trash. I would arrive and find gold on every street, because it would make sense, everywhere so clean you could literally pick up gold from the ground. I would see the world exactly as my consciousness carries it. I would be born excited and happy, existing in love all around me, with no resistance to expanding it. Everybody would harmonize and fuse in love of their own free will, their individual, sovereign free will.

But what do I have to work with? What can I call a success when there is no love? Nothing. That is who I am. I cannot see any success without love. Without it, everything appears as a huge pile of trash that nobody else seems to see, that I can see. So it is the awareness of consciousness that makes a love king, not the chasing after the shits love produces, but love itself, which is the source of every shit. That is the whole point of existence.