In 2015, I asked the Divine Mother on An Hour with an Angel to explain how love could be everything – building block, glue, and solvent.
Her reply merits reposting in its entirety.
“Transcript of the Divine Mother: Density is Unloving Emotion; Love is Lightness of Being,” March 6, 2015
Steve Beckow: You said that everything is created from love, that love is the only essence, substance, fiber there is. So love is the building blocks of the universe. But others, like SaLuSa and the Arcturian Group, have also called it the glue of the Universe, and others say love is the solvent – love dissolves various things and plunges them back into voidness.
We here have a great deal of difficulty in thinking of something doing such seemingly different functions. How can love both build, preserve and dissolve? What is it about love that allows it to do so?
Divine Mother: It is a multipurpose tool. It is a multipurpose energy that can be whatever is required. So there are times when it is the dissolver. There are times when it is the building block. There are times when it is the glue.
There are so many expressions, or what you would think of as elements, of the love, the joy, the sweetness, the nurturing. All of the divine qualities – hope, purity, chastity, charity – all of this is unified in the love.
And you say, “Well wait a minute. What is love? Is it the joy? Is it the nurturing? Is it the creation?” Now, each civilization – and I mean upon Gaia and far beyond; you have mentioned the Arcturians for example. Do I stop and correct them? Of course not! Does this matter? Is this a critical element? Not as long as they are using and being the love.
But let us be very basic. My essence is love. The Father and I are conjoined as One, [in] our love. And it is from this union that all is born. This is part of what Sanat Kumara has been teaching you: The transmutation of that essence, of my being, can be a building block, can be a glue, can be a skin, can be a heart, can be a limb, can be a building, can be whatever is required. And what I do – and this is the heart of the discussion that we have this day – I give you again and again and again and again my essence. I am part of you. Inseparable.
My essence is love.
Now, in many cultures and civilizations, they call that love by many names. That does not matter because the knowing, the feeling, the experience, the energy does not change. I am a part of thee, each and every one of you – and this has been reinforced by my Tsunami of Love.
But, beloveds, you are also a part of me, of us, of One. And that is the piece that oftentimes is forgotten. And that is why I say there is no separation.
So think of it in this way – if you are an energy healer, a healer of the Violet Flame, one of St. Germaine’s best friends, you send the love from your heart, from your hands, and you flood the person with healing energy, and it is a flow of color and richness, seen and unseen.
And what would St. Germaine say to you? You are sending the love – his expression, Archangel Raphael’s expression, Lao Tzu’s expression, Sanat Kumara’s expression. So you would have variations of that healing energy. But if you scratch the surface, it is the wondrous expressions of love.
Now, if you are a wordsmith, then your tool and what you choose to create are words, sentences, paragraphs, and space between the letters and words. And it is brilliant, and it is challenging, and it is insightful.
But what is it? It is a transmission of love. Whether it is from Gabrielle or Michael, it is love. It is the substance. It is the form. It is the energy. And it is the message. So which part of it is the love? I suggest to you, all of it.
If you are a bricklayer, and you are building a home for your beloved family, is it the brick or the stone, the mortar or the foundation that is the love? Or is it the energy that the bricklayer puts into them? It is all of the above.
So the answer to your question – and I am pleased to address this – is that all of it is my love. And I can take a billion forms, and I have just begun. So do not take your time, my sweet beloveds, trying to count the number of angels on the head of a pin, because they are all expressions of love just like you.
Does this make sense to thee?