BECAUSE WE LOVE YOU, YOU ARE THE ONE WE LOVE

 At Level 3 we see through the mess that you are and we have chosen you for your nobility, your

quick intelligence, your pain, your laughter, and the glint of true gold shining in your heart. We are

Kingmakers. ou are beautiful to us, lit pink through the shining spectacles of love. Who would not

want to be you! And maybe for a while you will be, sustained by the transforming power of our

great hearts. We are so emotionally strong that "od has unhesitatingly confided to us the

remaking of you, #noble, intelligent, suffering, humorous, golden etc.$ and by "olly we do it%

&aving made you King, we honour you as your devoted sub'ects and slaves. Who you really are is

not the point, because if you don(t want to be noble, intelligent, laughing through tears etc. you

 'olly well should% )his persuasive scenario is more flattering than roses or champagne and it may

even work, because we(re stronger and more stubborn than you are. *ut if you have the force to

resist this pro'ection and remain yourself, several things may happen+

a. We will not believe it and turn a blind eye. b. We will take you to a psychiatrist. r c. We may

discover we have a real person opposite us and be so turned on by this surprise that we fall in

love all over again. )his time you will be complicated, perverse, pig-headed, quiotic, and even

more interesting than you were before. /o you can(t win0 you remain our King, enthroned in our

hearts, and we will honour you, plodding faithfully after you into the distance to love you even

beyond death. /o there%

SUFFERING AND ART

1f you hurt me 1 will cry, but 1 will paint a better picture. At Level 3 we know about pain and do not

avoid it, because it tells us who we are. We will take this inflamed and softly pulsing wound to

tenderly eamine what it says. *ut we are gentle with it0 it might die on us and leave us empty

handed. )his sweet and moaning hurt of ours is in its infancy0 if we can let it tell us what it knows,

if we can listen, let it babble, weep and sing, we may have the beginning of something+

2*ut you went away.

2*ut 1 came back.

2*ut you told me you loved me.

2/o 1 did.

2Love me!

2)ell you.

4ing-pong. 4ing-pong. ur heads swing back and forth. 1t was said last night and will be said

again tonight. *ecause somewhere it is true, always and inevitably true. 5eanwhile our heart

breaks and we paint with the spilt blood. And nothing can stop it because feelings change, and

babies are made from feelings and we are all babies. )his is the pain that feeds us. 

(from THE TREE OF AROUSAL by E. J. Ward 2011)