{"id":34,"date":"2013-01-15T14:38:00","date_gmt":"2013-01-15T14:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/?p=34"},"modified":"2013-01-15T14:38:00","modified_gmt":"2013-01-15T14:38:00","slug":"a-beam-of-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/?p=34","title":{"rendered":"A beam of Light"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n<\/a>Truly, the best message
\nalways appears when we least expect, it catches us off-guard and suddenly lets
\ngo to make way for free will. Like a whirlwind, it swirls truthfully with
\nspeed, yet with weight:<\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cAlways, be on the
\nlookout for love. Don’t be desperate, but don’t ever deny the need for love
\nbecause it is only through today’s love that yesterday’s wounds can truly heal\u201d.<\/span><\/div>\n
\nOne can almost
\ndisbelieve one’s auditory senses.<\/span><\/div>\n
\nIt takes a bit of
\ntime to rearrange this mental perception, however suddenly before one can
\nrespond; somber attention is summoned.<\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cWhenever one says
\nthey know love, they do not\u201d; the divine beaming light continues <\/span>as if to drill a ray of radiance into one\u2019s head,
\ndeep down the throat straight into the bottomless chamber of the heart.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cWhenever a person
\nsays I have attained love – be certain that they are not in love because love
\nis not something to be achieved. It is not something that one arrives at step
\nby step as if one were climbing a ladder. Love is neither in the hands of time nor
\non the rung of space; it evolves – it has no permanent residence and it is
\nfluid like air, therefore it cannot be captured\u201d.<\/span><\/div>\n
\nAt this point, one
\nwishes that lobes were automatic doors that could shut and lock at will because
\nthis truth cuts too deep. However, no matter how hard one tries to turn one\u2019s
\nattention away to other unimportant events; at this point victory seems null
\nand void.<\/span><\/div>\n
\nAs if the pain is
\nnot enough, the conclusion is delivered with the gentlest, brightest yet
\npounding tone that hacks through the veins.<\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cAnd remember,
\ngenuine love comes in many forms – you just need to open the eyes of your heart
\nto see it. So, to say \u201cI do not need love now is as silly as saying I do not
\nneed fresh air now\u201d. To utter such asinine words is not just ignorant, arrogant
\nand dim-witted; it is absolutely absurd”.<\/span><\/div>\n
\nOne blinks and
\nwidens up one\u2019s visual senses. One looks around searching for a sanctuary, only
\nto find that there is nothing; and no one to hide from – except the self. Yet
\nthe beam gets brighter as the truth becomes clearer.<\/span><\/div>\n
\n
\nTalk about truths, how I wish they were intrinsic . . . !<\/span><\/div>\n
\n#delivered thoughts#<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Truly, the best message always appears when we least expect, it catches us off-guard and suddenly lets go to make way for free will. Like a whirlwind, it swirls truthfully with speed, yet with weight: \u201cAlways, be on the lookout for love. Don’t be desperate, but don’t ever deny the need for love because it […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=34"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=34"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=34"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsonsoil.co.za\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=34"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}