Love… Love… Love More and More…

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Every time, from the moment I knew and lived at the breast of Divine Love, I chose the experience of love regardless of conditions, problems, obstacles, or even a hostile fate.

The heart was never mistaken, because the happiness given by living love was too much for my humble thinking. I wanted to offer others a new vision of living love and of its sweetness, and this is how Hearts of Love appeared, written continuously over three days. When I read it, I realise that it does not belong to me. It is too difficult even for me. This is why I consider it a gift from Divine Love to everyone who chooses it and begins the path of living it.

Many will suffer enormously if they ignore it or run away. Many obstacles truly appear upon the Path, and many people will harm one another because they are too superficial, too materialistic, or refuse to accept the divinity of love. I feel, and always will feel, compassion for them. Once they taste the experience of love yet renounce it, refusing to choose love above everything else in existence, they choose long-term suffering that may never end. With every slap from destiny, they will recognise that their choice was the worst one possible. Only God knows whether it will ever show mercy to the soul that failed to overcome its thinking and became its slave.

If you love but your experience remains unfulfilled, examine what you feel and towards whom. Treat that person as an image, as an image of the experience of love, so that you never renounce living love. Renounce the image, but never renounce love, the blood of God.

If you refused the experience of love and chose wrongly, but later recognise this and still desire to live love, choose prayer and give yourself to faith. Love God, and one day the light will be kindled again in your soul.

Living at the breast of love, there will never be suffering, because love will transform even suffering into happiness. I know that many choices made by this experience will fascinate, intrigue or even stun many of us... but who are we to demand that God account for why those choices are made? We must accept what love gives us even when it does not please us. Perhaps it is written in this way: those who whip us and cause our suffering may, in turn, receive a lesson within their destiny that saves their soul, precisely because of deeds they will regret for the rest of their lives, or even for entire lifetimes.

First published in Romanian on 16 June 2010. This English translation preserves the perspective of that period.

Original Romanian article: Iubește… Iubește… Iubește tot mai mult….