I can only speak for myself. What binds my expression of love? Why am I not a fount of love like Farmgirl? (1)
Immediately I recognize my vasanas standing in the way. Those traumatic memories of ancient incidents. The trauma carried forward from early life, and re-enacted again and again, day in and day out. Our predictable patterns. Our self-protective mechanisms.
Those vasanas combine to bend the twig and incline the tree.
And in time they give rise to a constructed self. This man-made mis-creation may as well be a robot. It’s entirely vasana-driven. It creaks and clunks through life, reading a script formed from the decisions and conclusions at the heart of the vasanas. I speak my lines and I walk through life in very predictable patterns. Werner Erhard called it a “stimulus/response machine.”
If they’re life-and-death vasanas, we call them our core issues.
What else keeps me from being a fount of love?
There are what Linda calls my false grids, what I call my belief systems, my counterproductive paradigms. I get it wrong. And some things I don’t even see. For instance, I’ve only recently learned that I have the power to send out love and I’ve seen how effective that is at removing unwanted conditions. But my belief is that there are things that are more important than love and I labor at them.
What is more important than love? There is nothing more important than sending our love out. I’ve accorded love the wrong place in my pantheon of values.
My false grids are not true and yet I cling to them. This is ignorance. My ignorance of the way life works stands in the way of me being a fount of love.
Here is this fellow who doesn’t believe love is important, living out of his vasanas, through the vehicle of his constructed self, going through life ignorant of how life works. What’s the prognosis?
Farmgirl was free of those constraints. She wasn’t a tank rolling across the countryside. She didn’t break through walls. She used doors.
She was a blithe spirit, truly. She valued love and she flung it out to all those around her. She had it right. She was not ignorant.
She was free of her vasanas, with no constructed self. And her belief system fit reality. If you’re looking for a person who was a fountain of love, then I would point to her.
I’m not sure I could say she was ascended. That might be going too far. But she was certainly a wayshower. What I didn’t get from her then, I do get from the lessons she taught me, now.
So there is the map and it only awaits my willingness, my getting it right, and my self-given freedom to be the being that she exemplified, which was a fountain of love.
(1) “This Manitoba Farmgirl,” at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2014/09/20/this-manitoba-farmgirl/.