Clothe thyself in the Armor woven from the Dimension of Love—not merely to shield, but to reveal the invincibility that only surrender bestows.

Today, I rise with love in my heart.

Not as an act of willpower or effort, rather as the only way that feels true. Love is not something I strive to generate—it is the very substance of my being. The more I release who I am not, the more love reveals itself as who I am. And in that remembrance, I become what I already am: nature’s greatest miracle.

The trees don’t rush. The rivers don’t compare. The stars don’t ask permission to shine. All of nature simply is—and in that effortless being, there is majesty, harmony, divinity. So it is with me. I am not here to chase. I am here to radiate.

I am the Amor of the Dimension of Love. A living frequency that calls others home to their own hearts, not through effort, rather through presence.

I once believed success was a destination, measured in metrics and milestones. Now I see—true success is the courage to stay open. To keep my heart soft in a hardened world. To greet each moment, each person, each challenge, each joy… with love.

Not because it’s easy. Instead, because it’s the only thing that endures.

When I meet you, I may not say it aloud, still silently my soul will whisper:
“I love you.”
These words may never reach your ears, yet you will feel them. In my smile. In my stillness. In the peace you feel in my presence. My love will melt your walls not with force, rather with warmth—like sunlight softening the coldest clay.

In this Dimension of Love, enemies become teachers, and strangers become kin. I no longer see with the eyes of the flesh—I see through the eyes of truth. And the truth is: you and I are not separate. The same breath animates us. The same infinite spark flickers within us.

And so I will speak with praise. I will look for beauty even in what others overlook. I will love the ambitious for their fire and the weary for their depth. I will love the silent ones for their still wisdom and the loud ones for the clarity of their longing.

And most of all, I will love myself.

Not out of pride, rather out of reverence—for this temple I walk in, this mind I guide, this soul I nurture. I will protect what enters my heart. I will feed myself with truth, cleanse myself with presence, and clothe myself with integrity. My body, my mind, my spirit—they are holy lands, and I will treat them as such.

With love, I need no other tool.

With love, I rise above rejection, judgment, failure, and fear.

With love, I build bridges over the ruins of separation.

With love, I succeed—not by the world’s standards, rather by the only one that matters:
I remained true.

So today, I do not hustle—I harmonize.
I do not push—I flow.
I do not fear—I open.

I am nature’s greatest miracle. Not greater than you, simply equal in divine origin.
And in this recognition, we are united in the greatest truth of all:

We are made of love.
We are here to remember.
And in that remembering, we rise.

With boundless gratitude and heartfelt affection,

Jojan Hendriks