Integrity is an inside job. It is between you and yourself.
Everyone has two selves, one that is perfect, and the other that is flawed.
The perfect one is generous, loving, unconditionally. It is compassionate.
The flawed one KNOWS, i.e. assumes that it is judged, looked down upon, and is full of hatred, anger, fear, anxiety, rebellion, and expects to be loved and accepted the way it is… and even though is loved, and accepted… it can only feel its own emotions.
This is so with every emotion. You can’t feel the love that is coming towards you. You can only feel the love that you feel for the other, Your love. Your anger. Your hate.
So no matter how much the perfect self loves the flawed self, the flawed self will feel judged… hated, despised, etc.
Everybody has a different criteria to say if someone loves someone else, or how to know.
Most people say it is a feeling. And truth be told, when you actually love someone, it does feel gentle, and expansive, and warm.
But that is not my question, or not really.
How do you know if someone loves YOU?
You definitely can’t feel it. Love is not an energy, even if some guru said that it is. So how do you know?
And here is where your definition, cultural and personal, comes to play.
Landmark Education’s definition is “love is a commitment to love… regardless of behavior, regardless of circumstances” they also have another one, saying “love is accepting another exactly the way they are and exactly the way they aren’t” Continue reading “How do you know that I love you?”
My first awakening, rude as it was, was in 1979. I was 32 years old, had won first prize in an architectural competition, and I was in a mental health facility as an inmate.
Depression… I was depressed…
I didn’t know I was an empath, so I have no idea how much of what I felt was mine…
One day in the big circle I said something that got me thrown out of that big circle group.
Next day I was asked to do a test: find out what I like and what I don’t. I spent a lot of time with that test, because, honestly, I didn’t know. I didn’t know what I liked and what I preferred.
They made me retake the test, and I failed again. Holy Mackerel… I had no “I”. I mean I did have an “I” that threw its weight around, that won competitions, that got thrown out of groups, that pontificated and sympathized with people…