~The Sweetest Dream ~

31/01/2021

Touched by an Angel.

Last night I met the man of my dreams. At least I can say I felt Love, true, connected, kind, passionate, giving love of this person to me. I am still crying in love because I haven't felt this kind of caring Love in a very long time, maybe I haven't ever. Maybe this dream has just revealed what unconditional true free love feels like.


I don't know where he came from. He was just there as my teacher. He explained to me what I was asking for without pressure, without judgement, with pure open interest. He would sit down with me and my friends. He would hug me, no embrace me fully and completely, in such a way that I felt safe, warm, protected in his arms. I was home. He didn't care what the rules in the outside world were made of he would just be connected to my emotions instantly each and every second wherever I was and take care of whatever I needed. Our energies were constantly connected. He would sense my need in any moment and supply for whatever it was I was lacking without me having to do anything for it. I was loved by him without having to give anything to be worthy of his Love. He saw me and he fully and completely loved me for who I was without limitations. No conditions attached. It was the purest most honest Love I have ever felt.


I would leave in the middle of class to pick up my boss who was so kind to me as well (she wanted to go travel with me – another piece of unconditional Love). When I returned with the thought, the fear of being punished, nothing happened. He was there, again just infinitely happy to see me without asking questions, he would just kiss me, carry me away. He felt that there was something broken inside of me that could be easily cured by him honoring me with his presence, being there reliable in Love.


We spent time somewhere outside with other people and his son. His beautiful tiny baby son. He spoke to me / us. He said something really wise coming from his nature of Love looking like the perfect angel with his blond curly hair. I don't remember what his exact words were but I do remember the feeling they gave me. It had something to do with our divine Love. It was pure magic. Even the Aura of this boy who could speak the Wisdom of the Universe because he was still connected with its everlasting energy of Love. If felt like the three of us were connected through our pure open beings of Love. Eternally.


When I was cold and hurt on my arm in the midst of being with people he would built me a combination of a warm, healing tent for my arm before I had even noticed my own pain. He could just pick up my frequency before I had even felt it myself and keep my heart warm in every way imaginable.


I can still feel how I have slept longer because I truly did not want to wake up from this warm feeling of being home. I wanted to enjoy this feeling of unconditional Love just a little bit longer. This magical truly holy feeling of pure Love, of being held, of being taken care of, of just being loved as I am. For who I am without restrictions, without limitations in balance, at peace, strong, fierce, gentle, unafraid, kind and open.


I am so grateful that this Love was sent to me last night as a gift from the Universe because that way my heart can remember what it truly feels like. Pure, unconditional Love. My small “I” was reminded that this is who I truly am. That this is my natural being, that this is where I belong. This is the frequency I want to vibrate on at all times. I am so grateful I fell in Love last night and I loved purely, deeply, happily, openly, limitless. Now I can remember.


L.I.N.A. {Love Infinitely Naturally Always}

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