The other night I awoke at around 2:30 a.m. absolutely certain that I was a fountain of love. As are we all.
Given that the original intent of Boxing Day was for those who had much to box from what they didn’t consume at their Christmas feast to share with those who had less, I think the insight is a propos.
It began when I saw that we, as a society, were making a basic error in how we looked at and approached life.
The error is that we think that love predominantly comes from without. Some love does. We’re touched by the love that others radiate towards us. We can be inspired by it. But predominantly in the Third Dimension, I believe that the love that we deeply feel, the love that is felt in copious quantities, comes from within.
Seeing love as coming from without skews things quite a bit and has people gather together, all of them seeking love, asking to be loved, hungering for love.
A few stumble on the fact that love comes from within and try to convey it to the world at large but seldom with effect.
Nonetheless, it seems to me, we predominantly receive love in the act of giving it. We get to feel it as it passes up and through us and out to others.
Those few who saw that love comes from within were among the lucky ones because they actually got to feel love while the rest of us went around perpetually hungering for it and never experiencing it no matter what we tried or did. And I mean real love, not a romantic rubbing of fenders.
Embedded in social unconsciousness, we ran around a circuit from dating to marriage to child-rearing to empty nesters to retirement to death. Ours were so very often empty gestures on a never-ending carousel of hungering. For love. Very, very few of us, I think, took life seriously enough or had enough hope to inquire into matters such as where love comes from.
Well, that’s the way it was for me and so many I mingled with. Of course that’s all seen through my glasses, my filter.
As we face into the New Year, all of us must know that, if this ever was the way for us, it isn’t the way of the future.
We see the futility of chasing love as one might chase a butterfly. We’ve done enough of that with no success to get that that’s a tunnel with no cheese. We’re slow learners, we human beings, but eventually we do learn. We’ve learned not to go down the same tunnel forever if there really is no cheese at the end.
We now know that love arises from within us and is experienced as it passes through us. So we really do know that in giving we receive. In giving love, we experience it passing through us; in giving it we receive it.
And that changes everything, does it not? Because this whole 3D round of life was based on getting love, getting approval, getting strokes, getting, getting, getting. And now we see the futility of it. And we laugh.
If we do just one thing, may I suggest that we stop searching for love outside of ourselves and ask it to arise in us and channel it outwards when it comes. Then we’ll have shifted the key log in the logjam that the old Third Dimension was.
This is that key log in the logjam: Love does not come from another; it comes from the Self in the heart.
So now: what about the fountain of love? If love comes from within and is felt as it’s sent without, then surely to heavens the best and wisest course of action for me would be to send it out to the world copiously and continuously.
If I were to be a beacon of love, a fountain of love, would that not erase all sense of ego? Would it not dissolve every last bit of personality and leave me with what is? And what it is that I’m left with is love.
Admittedly in saying this, I run into the mind’s tendency to jump from one subject to another, never staying with one for long. How long I’ll remember my good intention to be a fountain of love, I don’t know.
But I do see in this moment and for this moment that, if I were to realize my full potential as a human being, I would choose to be, moment by moment by moment, a fountain of love.