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Sometimes I look at someone or their photo or something they have created and inside my soul I feel a warm glow of pure love. Sparkle, crackle, pop, zssst!
This glow is a hunger to bask in that person’s energy. I see something in them I want to experience. Maybe it is a loving look in their eyes. Maybe it is the brilliance of their creative mind as shown in something they wrote or drew or painted or photographed. Maybe it is something they said or something they reflected in an action they took, which may be something small like smiling kindly at a lonely stranger or big like riveting millions with miracles.
Love is energy. When you feel a burst of it, it’s like having a power snack. It’s a wave of vitality sweeping through you. You instantly feel uplifted, inspired, and empowered.
Yet in this dualistic world of good and evil, black and white, we are frequently conditioned to think that love is nothing if it is not shared. If we feel love and cannot share it, we are trained to push back on positive feelings with negative thoughts and “appropriate” (this era’s big buzz word) behavioral modifications. For me that generally means that I shut down, at least insofar as my public behavior goes.
Part One
I have a personality something like a nice mellow golden retriever. I quite simply love to love. Love to love you, Baby. Yeah.
If I had my way, I would openly love anyone. I’m aware how unrealistic that is on our troubled planet, but in my dream world, loving openly, freely, wildly, and enthusiastically would be a brilliant way to live. I have a natural inclination to look for the good in people; it simply feels better to me to look for good than to look for bad.
I think it would be great not to have to censor my attraction for people. If I liked something about someone I would like to just say so. I could talk about anything without filtering for political correctness or worrying how the other person might misinterpret my words.

I am a big believer in delivering positive reinforcement. I like to give people compliments for free, no strings attached.
I love receiving nice words, too. I receive a delicious blast of energy when someone says something nice about me, especially when the comments are unsolicited and heartfelt. Especially when they are given as candies for the mind, not intended to be followed by a sales pitch or a demand disguised as a request.
I love giving unsolicited compliments and yet I also fear giving them. My social environment conditioned me to be very concerned about what people think. I was trained that many people use compliments as a technique for buttering up someone for a come-on, and I didn’t want my sweet words to be construed as that.



