I took up psychiatry when I realized that there was an unconscious of love and hate.

No matter how many pictures I take, the tree’s love is never diminished. Nature is ever-abundant.

In the dark forest, a glade of her love.

I live in Love:
her Soul within me.

Love is The Mystical,
given us by The Mystery.

Love
is each Knowing
the other's Soul.

One of my most loved (most loving) trees has few leaves this spring. I am told it is very old and may soon die. Does it somehow know this? And do its friends?

Do we not all agree that:

1. All we do is the result of brain functioning...

It is the Soul's desire, Its yearning for Its Love to be expressed in the world, that animates the mind. But the mind always distorts, misprocesses, the Love. It's like one cogwheel driving another which has faulty teeth. In most cases our “faulty teeth” are the result of birthing trauma, and subsequent traumas superimposed on that.

We are given Souls so that we can love – essential for our survival.

That is part of our Karma – as is our birthing trauma which prevents the Soul's full expression.