Daughter Drink This Water, chapter 3: Sacred Love

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Today, we share chapter three, titled: Sacred Love, of the audiobook and text of my bestselling book, Daughter Drink This Water: A Book of Sacred Love. The complete audiobook is available for download exclusively at my website.

Sacred Love

All true Love is unconditional. How you feel about others need not get in the way of blessing yourself and the world with unconditional Love. Love doesn't care whether you feel someone is worthy of your Love. It's not your Love. Love is a wild thing, and free. It just wants to run through you unobstructed. It wants to flood your vessel and then flood the world. When you get out of the way, Love comes through you and soaks your soul and sorrows. Then it does the same to the world that touches you. Touch you first. With unconditional Love.

Unconditional Love is not unconditional like. Liking has nothing to do with Loving. Liking is a fickle approach-retreat, aversion-attraction. Love does not care about anything but Love.

If you spread enough Love soaked light wherever you go, eventually you begin to run into more and more Love, radiant and growing wildly. This is the bounty you reap. The most essential oil of all is Love. Sacred ointment for suffering. Salve for every soul. Sweet incense for all time.

Love is in the midst and mist of you. It pools in your pores. Pours from your eyes. Courses your blood rivers. Shivers with you in the cold. Lifts you in your sorrow. You do not have to wait for Love to arrive tomorrow. Love is with you.

Love will never stop etching its divine script into the ground of your fertile heart. Surrender everything you are to this clandestine composer. You were never meant to be dry notes on a page. You are music. A living thing. Fire.

Being a Lover has nothing to do
with having a Lover.

When you learn that you can have and give all the Love you ever wanted, without a relationship, you are free. You can be broken, perforated, or punctured and still absolutely gush with Love. On a wild spending spree of soulful wandering, you can be Love’s fountain.

When you reach into clear water and take it in your hand, it begins to behave as to its nature. It flows out of your hand, back to itself. When you squeeze the water, wanting to keep it in your hand, it flows out quicker. Your grip chases it away. You lose it. Keeping your hand open, honoring your moment with the water, you create a holding space. The water pools in your palm. It stays. This, daughter, is peace. This is Love.

Today is for Loving. Yesterday, too. Same for tomorrow. Resist, and suffer. Surrender, and be free. Love is the most necessary human endeavor. Your entire nature is Love. All else is a tangent, an aimless drift.

Love is a beacon unto itself. When you Love more, more Love flocks to you. Love Loves Love. What we want most we already have. This is the quandary of being human. Fall in soulful Love countless times. Lose your heart boundary. Merge with infinite beauty.

There is no end to the beginning of Love. Open to its gift and it will open for you endlessly. If you want to be kissed by eternal sunlight, call yourself by your truest name: Love. Then live up to your name.

Love is a freedom, not a possessing. Be dawn for every soul. Behold how the rising sun touches living things. Touch like that. Inspire countless soul-mances.

Love’s flower is always in bloom. Your heart wants that eternal beauty. If you open wide your divine heart, it can hold a sky full of Love. Even more than that. Every sunrise should have your soulrise. Wake like that. Make an offering. Put light into the world. Let sunrise be awed by your soulrise. Your light is infinite. Every day must have its sunrise. Every soul must have its sun.

Love is a silent scripture running through every heart. Decipher its meaning and you will grow quiet, too, for you will have become the wordless language that speaks perfectly for everyone. A tonic exists that cures and blesses everything: More Love. More Love. More Love.

When you open, spring’s grace comes flooding in. When you close, a sea of blossoms crashes against your wall, creating a deep ache. Your heart wants its air, which is Love. Let the divine beauty in. Let it out. People will fear their own divine tenderness that you make them feel. Make them feel it.

Breathing Love is not like breathing air. The wider you open your heart, the more Love flows in, the more Love flows out. No contractions. If sacred Love wants to enter you, and this is your desire, open wide. For all that is not sacred Love, close the door.

Be very careful how you talk to yourself. It becomes your life. When I call you BeLoved, I am praying that you will choose to be Loved. By you. The world has always prepared for war, so it has always been at war. Being at Love takes preparation, softening of what is hard, opening what is closed. Prepare.

Daughter. Spend your life Loving.
Not seeking Love. Ocean need not seek water.

You are already water, precious daughter. You are whole. Live beautifully, as whole things do. If you chase Love, you will lose it. You can only have Love by being Love. It is a flame. You must be a flame. See how fire behaves with its heat. Then you will know how to be with Love.

Be so fragrant with Love that the honeybees will not leave you alone, and a million flower blossoms know your name. A flame lives in your soul that can give the whole world a fever. Make us sick.

The Love inside you is not for special occasions or special people. It is for every soul, every living thing, and every moment. Do not portion your most priceless gift. Give it all away and see it replenish itself infinitely.

Do not Love like a slave master Loves its slave: full of ego and entitlement, conditionally bound to satisfied servitude. Do not Love like a cage with teeth and claws clamping down on everyone you target. Do not Love fearfully. None of these are ways of Love. Strip the gripping away from your heart embrace. Learn to hold the way cloud holds sky. The way a note holds its song.

Forever grant freedom to what you Love, especially to your Lover. Though freedom is not yours to grant, grant it. Granting creates your way of seeing and being with those you Love. Daily granting opens your spirit and mind, kills off the poison of harmful expectation. Love the way seasons Love, bowing to each other, surrendering the floor, timely and with honor.

Love and emotional addiction are easy to confuse. Gentle yourself through. Love frees you into peace, returning you to your own soul over and again. Addiction tortures you with fearful possessiveness that can never be satisfied. This is because you cannot own another soul, no matter how much you are addicted. Unless you are at peace with your own divine existence, you are not truly at peace. You deserve so much more than to live anxious and fearful. Authentic Love is not dependent. It is intimate. This difference means everything. Too many lose themselves in their fantastical quest to be saved forever by another. You are divine. You must not lose yourself. Nor do you have to. Plant yourself in Love's true garden. Purge yourself of a lifetime of false story seeds. Discover that you do not need to hold onto anyone to be okay. You were created for joy, which comes when you let go.

Notice how bees and butterflies visit only the flowers that are not grasping, squeezing, clenching. This is how Love cares to visit and pollinate your heart. Like a piano left out in the rain, you may need to tune your keys back to your original music. It can take time to learn how to be with yourself. Give the anxiety time to evaporate. The panic that feels like abandonment and free falling is the sensation of you returning to your soul. Once you arrive and acclimatize, take care to root yourself there. So you can truly Love: No emotional bondage. Only freedom between the safe flower you are and the beauty of what you Love.

Even a flower has the common sense to open when Love’s sun comes calling. When Love in its endless variety and beauty speaks your name, say, I am the one you are looking for.

Some people say, I Love you, as though Love is a permission slip that allows them to bottle you up in a glass jar like a pet butterfly. We know how that ends for the butterfly. Don't be this kind of Lover. True Love is a freedom sky. What flies there flies freely. Love has never awakened in a mood to possess. When you are in this mood, you are not inside of Love.

Let your sweet soul uncurl its flower and show its divine heart to the world. Your fragrance is singular and should never be bottled or bound. Open and mist us wildly, you phenomenal dew.

Honey and poetry. That’s what the whole world wants from you. Break open your heart hive. Set your sweetness free. Your Love is not a small fire in a big world. It is the world’s entire light. Be our sunrise.

During your miraculous, precious, delicate time on this earth, pour out your Love. All of it. In every sweet moment granted you. Every soul you encounter dearly, secretly needs your Loving nectar. Every single drop.

Leave your Love song everywhere. Especially inside yourself. Your Love is a gift whose blessing you cannot fully know. Leave its divine pollen on everything, on moments, on hearts, on suffering. Let it birth dawns. Leave Love letters all over the world.

Love’s ointment keeps your soul supple and fluid. Without Love, your soul is a riverbed without water. Sky without air. Life without beauty or grace. True Love is a freedom that touches everything with Creation song.

Life is an exercise in remaining open, in spite of. This is your Love rebellion, your grand art, your inheritance for the world. Protecting forests and oceans is vital. But if you do not learn how to protect your human heart, by honoring its river and sky nature, you cannot be well enough to protect the world. Being open does not mean to be available. It just means to be viable, supple, and pliant, a ready riverbed for your compassion.

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A woman placed one hand on her heart, another on the sweetgrass. A current ran from the grass up into her. In that moment, she learned a new language. It healed her wounds. Revived her dreams. Made life radiant. She learned how Love speaks, began speaking that to her soul.

Jaiya John
Daughter Drink This Water:
A Book of Sacred Love
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