I can now state with a reasonable amount of experimental and experiential certainty that, just as I could draw love up from my heart and send it out to the world, I can now do the same with bliss.
I’m at this moment awash in bliss. And this time it was a direct result of drawing bliss up from my heart and breathing it out to the world. If this proves consistently to be the case, then this method would rise to the top of the list for me. (1) Although any method is welcome.
It’d rise to the top of the list because it’s a method that addresses the rise of bliss rather than bliss being an unintended consequence of some unrelated activity (reading the life of a sage, listening to music, etc.).
As a self-professed Ascension “ethnographer,” I assert the relationship between bliss and the heart. The heart is the source of my bliss.
My act of drawing bliss up produces a soft flow of it. The more I repeat the action, the more bliss comes up and remains.
Unlike love, which flows, bliss stays. Not forever, but longer than love. I simmer in bliss whereas I experience love as it pours through me.
Like transformative love, bliss is impersonal. Unlike transformative love, which has to be given away, bliss is enjoyed equally as much by oneself alone or as something shared.
Moreover, I experience transformative love as it goes up and through the region of my head. I experience it as it’s passing by.
But bliss fills me up like a balloon and is capable of being enjoyed in a more static way.
In the face of transformative love, I want to hug everyone. But in the face of bliss, I want to sit quietly and simply enjoy it. Love has me be social; bliss has me be solitary.
I’m tempted to associate transformative love with the Mother and bliss with the Father. But I have no more reason for saying that than noting the movement associated with love and the stillness associated with bliss. (2)
The only connection bliss seems to have with the mind is that, when I judge someone, bliss flees. When I anchor myself in my thoughts, bliss flees. I have to surrender everything and simply enjoy it for bliss to stay.
Ah, but what enjoyment!
(1) Here is that list. Some have carried me to the transformed space. Some have only led to flashes of recognition of that space, in passing, so to speak. But all have contributed.
Laughing at myself
Remembering the beloved
Remembering bliss itself
Having a taste of universal love
Listening to music
Reading the life of a sage or saint
Reading about sacred geometry
Taking a stand
Stating the truth
Having a committed conversation
Making a promise
Declaring myself unequivocally
Making a difference in someone’s life
Taking a pleasurable thought or feeling and filling myself with the energy of it
Breathing bliss up from my heart and out into the world
(2) Father is stillness and silence; the Mother is movement and sound.