Love Comes From The Spirit

Today, for some odd reason I remembered a conversation which I had with one of my philosophy professors, many years ago. Even after I left the university, he remained a mentor for me. I tormented him with questions (in my opinion, although he never showed any signs of distress) and he always had the patience to talk to me and guide me through troubled times. I will forever be grateful to him for that and I am happy I had the chance to thank him.

The story I remembered was from when he was in Switzerland with his wife. He told me how they were visiting a certain town and at one point he noticed that his wife was no longer with him. After hours of looking, searching and waiting, he still could not find her. So, he told me that he went to the police station to report her missing. He was indeed troubled.

At the police station, the officer who met him stated that he needed to file a “missing persons report”. Questions were asked about her name, age and description of how she looked and what she was wearing at the time that she had gone missing.

He told me that all went good until the part about telling the police officer what she looked like and what she was wearing. I can still see the expression on his face … one of confusion and dismay. He told me that he realized that he did not know all those details. He said that he never cared to actually pay attention to exactly what she was wearing or how she looked.

He said something along the lines that he loved his wife and she was his partner, a part of him. They were united in Spirit, as One and appearances he overlooked. The connection between them two was completely beyond looks. He loved her as a Spirit, a Being.

As a kid in my early twenties I did not really get what he was saying. I saw his honesty and love for his wife simply in his eyes but I could not understand how he could ignore looks … Now, many years have past and I am happy to say that I fully understand what he meant.

I do not indulge in how one looks too much – looks can indeed be deceiving and I have a lot of fun with that myself. Knowing that some people create whole ideas and assumptions just by looking at someone, I often change how I am perceived by changing the way I look or I manifest myself. I play along sometimes and then, I change and change again … sometimes like a chameleon. Perhaps one day, everyone will understand that changing the colour of my skin (as one example) means nothing in relation to who I am or what I am.

And thus with Love, we cannot base it on what appears to be. We have to feel the Love though our Spirit, when it connects with other Spirits. In this way, I can feel love for the standing people (trees), all our animal cousins, the ones who crawl and the ones who fly. In Spirit, I can connect with anyone – anyone who’s Spirit is awakened – and through that connection, Love is understood.

I wish everyone well. May Wakan Tanka guide us all!

Note: My photo, Florida, United States, 2011