I was having incredible love dreams all night last night – dreams where love was revealing deeper layers of love to me. I awoke this morning with an absolutely amazing bit of information about love.

Basically it goes like this:

Love is in everything. So when we look at someone through eyes of love, love looks back at us. Love gets activated by love. Maybe this is obvious to you but hang in there with me.

I have always been a teacher. Teaching is a sacred act to me because what I teach is sacred. Over the years I have had to mature as a teacher so that I could learn, as well.  Being a teacher in a pliable, multi-directional sense rather than a teacher who just downloads and is unidirectional has been part of that maturing – so has being a teacher who listens and doesn’t just talk. (I still struggle with this one) I think all of us has some version of this. We are in a role that has certain parameters. And as we mature as humans those parameters loosen.

But the information I woke up with takes this a step further.

What I now understand is that, because love is in everything, when we engage with love, rather, when love engages though us, the love in others (animals, people, bugs, plants…) engages back.

The thing that is so remarkable about this is what happens next.

When we see with love and love sees us, everything else falls away and there is only love. “Me” and “you” disappear and all that is present is love.

Love is the great leveler. In love everything is equal. Love doesn’t care about age, size, social status, money, clothes, color, power, gender, job title, role. When love loves through us and the love in others loves through them there is only love and nothing else.

I actually experienced this last night at an event I went to. The woman whose house it was at looked at me with this kind of love. It poured out of her and poured out of me and there was nothing but love. I became completely disarmed, ego fell away, peace entered, and everything was perfect and beautiful. There was no me and no her, just love. I could still see her as distinct and different – we didn’t merge or anything metaphysically miraculous – but everything I saw had no meaning except love.

The trippy part is I knew that nothing she saw in me meant anything except love either.

In the moment I wasn’t thinking about it this way, I only experienced it. And a couple of times thought “wow, this is really beautiful” or “Wow, she really only sees love right now”.

It was so beautiful and so liberating!

So there was the experience then came the spiritual understanding via the dream of just what that experience was. Love showed me another layer of itself then explained to me what had happened.

Please note that this was not an intellectually based thing. It wasn’t me thinking love and overlaying this high concept onto the situation. It was not mental at all.

There are many people reading this who might say “duh, Sadee, of course that’s what love does and how it is and how it happens” but that is your thought or notion of love, rather than the lived and transforming experience of it.

When love is alive, not a thought in our head or a philosophy we espouse, but actually a lived experience, we wont be the same. It expands us and we shed a layer of our former self. If you have an experience of love and you don’t lose something and you don’t expand as a result, you were in your head watching it, like tv, rather than being in it.

Every encounter with love changes us in some way.

And we need to be willing to let it. We need to be willing to be seen and not be who we think we are and the identity we’ve constructed but to be profoundly beautiful and completely equal to the one who sees us with love. Our philosophies and smarts and looks and “issues” don’t matter to love at all.

So who am I now? I feel like a few more encounters with love like this and all the layers of me will be stripped away and I will only be love. It sounds so pretty and nice but how will I function? So I’m just going to walk around as a big love glob, loving everyone I see? Not caring about the things I once found so important? Well, maybe. We’ll see.

With what I learned last night I don’t feel afraid of that possibility anymore. It feels so weird to say it but I finally don’t feel afraid of love.