Unconditional Love 

“… Perhaps you think that different kinds of love are possible. Perhaps you think there is a kind of love for this, a kind for that; a way of loving one, another way of loving still another. Love is one. It has no separate parts and no degrees; no kinds nor levels, no divergencies and no distinctions. It is like itself, unchanged throughout. It never alters with a person or a circumstance. It is the heart of God, and also of His Son.

Love’s meaning is obscure to anyone who thinks that love can change. He does not see that changing love must be impossible. And thus he thinks that he can love at times and hate at other times. He also thinks that love can be bestowed on one and yet remain itself although it is withheld from others. To believe these things of love is not to understand it. If it could make such distinctions it would have to judge between the righteous and the sinner, and perceive the Son of God in separate parts.

Love cannot judge. As it is one itself, it looks on all as one. Its meaning lies in oneness. And it must elude the mind that thinks of it as partial or in part. There is no love but God’s, and all of love is His. There is no principle which rules where love is not. Love is a law without an opposite. Its wholeness is the power holding everything as one, the link between the Father and the Son which holds them both forever as the same…”




Unconditional Love – A Course In Miracles – Excerpt Lesson 127 – There is no Love but God’s

The Timeless Wonder…


…” The apparent end of ‘me’ is the complete breakdown of a life in experienced separation. The whole game of a separate entity , which lives in perceiving everything as apparently separate from itself, comes to an end, when the energy of being someone collapses and ‘me’ disappears. The game of living in perception ends. Suddenly unexpectedly.

What remains, if even perception disappears? – No-thing, God, the unknown. Is there perception? – Of course not. Who is there to perceive what? In liberation there only is what is. Undivided beauty. No-thing. No perceiver, no perception and nothing to be perceived…”

Andreas Müller – excerpt from ‘writings’, Perception.