In the pantheon of things held dear, service is in a touchy spot. Lodged in the popular consciousness as the mind of God wanting to experience having a perfect balance between creative and conscious participation and introverted self-observation and sanitized supervisory analysis. One of the ways service is understood is as an open-ended invitation to interact without having to pay your way with a ticket bought with other people’s labor and expense, to be of service without monetary breath as a life support, to dance energy with a another’s in a way that brings joy. Another way service is understood is as the way to get what is considered to be of value and desecrate what remains in order to move energy towards empowering the sleeping form and animate it with life-affirming statements of understanding what truly is of value. Either approach is ultimately in service to the awakening of the recognition of self as divine and perfected, the state of bliss that only exists in harmony with loving union with the love that created. Neither approach is better than the other, both being of service with devotion and focus. A personal preference may sway you towards one or the other, but that does not invalidate that path’s purity of purpose in service to love’s myriad manifest realities. On the contrary: When improvisation is allowed with the understanding that all paths lead to the singularity of love in this universe, then what were prolonged enemies in a game of victim feeds master become story-swapping friends each of the one beingness of serving one love in infinite ways. One love, infinite interactions. While it is true that service is a part of power, it is not so that power is a part of service until service is complete. Service is the purifying process for the proper understanding of power.