I whisper to myself, I’m at the rung of agape, as if the words had been planted in my mind, not my own. It feels like someone else is telling me what I’m about to experience.

Shimmers of golden light surround me, time slows to a deeper rhythm, even slower now… warm… gentle… so gentle.

As a stranger passes me on the street, I am overwhelmed by the love that rises within me. Who are you? Where have you been? What do you love? I want to know everything about them, as though I’d walked by my own parents all my life without ever stopping to notice them.

And in that moment, I realize the truth we’ve all forgotten: Beyond the noise of our conscious minds, we love each other—fervently, eternally, and so wholly that it is sacred. It is holy in its extraordinary depth.

Another person walks by, and I nearly leap to embrace them. My mouth is agape, eyes wide in awe. How could I not see before how glorious they are? She glances back at me. Time slows again, stretching even further. In that shared look, we both remember something long forgotten—a state of being that is our true nature. One of divine love. How did we ever forget?

This perception wasn’t my own. It was a gift from the Creator. For 30 precious minutes, He lent me His eyes, allowing me to see the world as He does. What I want you to know is that God marvels at us. A simple smile makes Him marvel.

The love I felt for every passing soul, without exception, became overwhelming—so vast I could scarcely believe it was possible. Near the end, the love swelled to the point where I could barely hold it all. It was both a relief and a sadness when the experience began to gently fade away.

Grant me a higher love, I had prayed that morning. And He answered, offering me Agape in its purest form.I want everyone to remember - my beautiful family - the love that connects us all.