Love IS NOT a Battlefield!
Love IS NOT a Battlefield
One day the Warrior came home from battle. He looked around his castle and felt something unusual. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and an ache in his chest that he had never experienced before. Could he be having a heart attack?!
The warrior took off his suit jacket, loosened his tie and belt. Whew, that wasn’t helping?! He took a seat in his recliner and looked around wondering where his wife was. She was usually home before him at the end of the day.
The pressure in his chest was growing and he was becoming very uncomfortable. The noise in his head was pounding and seemed to be originating in his ears. What was the sound???? Silence, deafening silence. There was no woman chatting happily and incessantly about her day into his tired ears or asking about his. Nor were there any screeching, jumping, excited children home to greet him. The pressure in his chest grew to the point of pain.
The warrior clenched his chest with his hands as he wondered where his family had gone. And for some reason he felt that they there were gone.
He tried to call out to his wife as he pictured her beautiful face and remembered her temperament. Her character that had drawn him to her way back when and had compelled him to ask for her hand in marriage. How he loved her!!
He couldn’t now seem to find his voice. He yelled her name but no sound escaped his body. He recalled her happy face when she told him that she was pregnant with their first and later there second child. What joy and also a twinge of terror for him. What a great deal of responsibility he had fleetingly thought at the time. But he was a warrior and he believed that if he picked his battles he could achieve great things.
The warrior was now feeling quite nauseous! What was happening to him?!
He attempted to stand up only to find that he was a bit dizzy and felt like he might also be losing his mind. Quick flashes of many encounters with his wife. Making love to her, playing with their children, vacations and the times that they argued. He recalled her sweet face, her goofy playful face, her you are hurting my feelings face and crazy woman that’s about to start her period face.
Quick remembrances of the handful of the times he “picked his battles” with his wife, his life partner flooded his mind. The times that he waited for the right moment to bring up a topic to her so that he could win and have his way. The few times and topics that he didn’t really care about her needs, her wants or her opinions because he knew what he wanted and it was a battle that he had picked and he would have his way!
Her face was in his mind again as a “lightening” bolt of pain shot through his head. An expression of confusion, pain, anger and defeat on her face.
Wow he thought through that “lightening” bolt! That face she made, the tears and her resignation was him winning. Suddenly and unexpectedly he vomited. The realization that he had occasionally approached conversations with his wife as battle and acted as a current day warrior to debilitate the powerful, sometimes vulnerable, amazing woman that he loved was just too much.
Now experiencing more anguish than he could have ever imagined, room spinning, light fading in and out the man fought to keep his bearings. Wishing that he would die or at least pass out another shot of “lightening” rang through his head shoving him into greater balance and recognition that marriage, partnership and woman was love.
Spectacularly dizzy and off balance inside of his form he knew that he had said I love you thousands of times to his wife and realized that in the beginning that had made him feel so weak, vulnerable.
The warrior’s chest began to pound so loud that he could hear it in his mind. For a moment he thought that his heart would burst his chest open and he was flooded with love and the recognition of its true power. Once again his lovely wife’s face shot through his mind. Flashes of her loving him, their children, family, friends and the world with such consistency and intensity. Holy shit! That is where she gets her power! LOVE!
He recalled her weak times, her times of anger and despair. The times that she drove him nuts. No love bubbling from her then.
He began to Awake into the awareness of feeling loving creates opportunity, good fortunate and harmony.
The waves of nausea were returning and how his bones were beginning to ache. Every cell in his body screaming the same thought and his mind seeing spectacular vibrant shooting colors in all directions, something that had never occurred within him before as he embodied LOVE IS NOT A BATTLEFIELD. LOVE IS A REFUGE FROM ALL BATTLES AND FROM PAIN ITSELF.
And then everything went black…
The rest of the story is here…http://bliss-soul.com/love-is-not-a-battlefield-a-warriors-awakening-to-the-power-of-love-part-ii/
Have you ever heard someone say, “I pick my battles?” or “You should pick your battles”? Or maybe you have thought those words as you walked into a meeting or a conversation?
I think this concept of “picking your battles” is very common!!!!!
I doubt that most people that think this way TRULY understand what this means at the subconscious level and how this way of thinking impacts their choices and behaviors without them even noticing.
In almost every situation in life you are relating to someone.
I created this story as an example of how unconsciously our subconscious can rule our human behaviors. And share what can happen physically, mentally and emotionally when someone has a profound and spontaneous WAKE UP!
I have one question…. when in a conversation, a negotiation or a collaboration with your mate, your kids, your business partners, associates and even your neighbors, what frame of mind do you CONSCIOUNSLY wish to CREATE from? A battle? A Win-Win? Cooperation?
The choice is ALWAYS yours. Do you KNOW how you choose? Are there any areas of your life that you would like to change how you think?
Part II of Love is Not a Battlefield is here…
http://bliss-soul.com/love-is-not-a-battlefield-a-warriors-awakening-to-the-power-of-love-part-ii/
Much love and appreciation,
Monica
