You & Love to fight Hatred: Thanks YOUniverse - Love Book N° 3

Thanks YOUniverse - Love Book N° 3

Title: You & Love to fight Hatred

Dear warrior of light (ladies and gentlemen), in this battle you will defeat lies and wickedness, which shatter love. You & the goddesses called "Love" will neutralize everything of the hatred. It's time to read and share this story. Thank you and good luck!

Love is the name of the Goddesses that bring Love and caring to the humanity.

Aspect: Compassion, Redemption, Emotional Awakening

She is the Third of the Thirty-Three Goddesses of Love, standing in parity with her sisters, embodying the radiant and transformative force that rekindles the hearts of those who have fallen to hatred, cruelty, and despair. Where others judge, Love understands. Where others retreat, she reaches. Her love does not heal with softness alone-it awakens with clarity. She moves not among the innocent or the content, but among those who have been broken by bitterness, who lash out from old wounds, who have forgotten the warmth of connection. Her calling is not merely to comfort, but to ignite the ember of love buried beneath the ashes of rage.

Her dress is simple, light, and fresh-woven from air and affection-flowing in hues of white and soft lilla, like morning light through lavender clouds. It clings not to her, but dances freely, as though love itself resists being confined. Purple-red boots adorn her feet, their rich color echoing the petals of love that bloom and swirl in her wake-petals that fall not from trees, but from hearts reopening. On her brow sits a majestic diamond crown, faceted and clear, catching light from no source and every source at once. It does not command-it invites. Her presence is not forced, but felt deeply-like a forgotten melody suddenly remembered. In her hand she holds a bow of living wood, etched with gold and inlaid with wings of blue-a divine instrument not for war, but for revelation. Her arrows, tipped with shards of diamond, are not meant to wound but to pierce illusions, to dissolve hatred with the unbearable sharpness of pure feeling. Tied to each ankle are golden bells, delicate and celestial, each containing a diamond sphere that sings a crystalline chime with every step. It is said that those who hear this sound will remember a time when they were loved, or begin to wonder if they still might be.

She does not strike blindly. She does not plead. She aims true, and every arrow finds the place within a soul that forgot it was still capable of tenderness. She is called upon not in joy, but in moments of deep inner struggle: when vengeance feels easier than mercy, when cruelty masquerades as strength, when love is mocked as weakness. In her presence, the hardest hearts do not crumble-they melt. In the Book of the Thirty-Three, it is written:

"When love is forgotten, she will remember. And with one arrow, awaken what hate tried to bury."

Love is the pulse beneath the armor, the sigh before the apology, the sacred pause before a hand once clenched becomes an embrace.

Enjoy your reading... With Love and gratitude