Holding satsang with parts of me again today, I see how each of them are here to protect me. They are devoted to me. They come from love.
What a thought may label reactivity – or contraction, or identification, or discomfort, or pain – is here to protect me. It’s love already.
So why would I want love to go away.
You are welcome here. You can stay as you are.
As I meet it in satsang, it relaxes. It’s finally met the way it has wished to be met, with respect and appreciation for what it is: Love.
Love that a thought temporarily labeled something else.