My friend related how a clearing with a dear one released her from years of regret, even if it didn’t do anything visible for her loved one. Hers was an act of squeaky cleanness.
We began to discuss the advantages of being squeaky clean.
Am I squeaky clean? I don’t think I’m anywhere near it. But I feel an impulse and a draw to it. I feel myself being called to it.
I was in the transformed space. I think she was too. Certainly her levelling with her dear one propelled her into a different space than she’d been in.
Some of the definite advantages of being squeaky clean are:
It engenders a lightness of being, a clarity of conscience. There’s no need to remember anything. People cheer up around it. It offers the freedom to just be without any worries about oneself. It certainly makes the journey easier and happier.
And all it takes is a semi-religious fanaticism around doing the right thing, with a modicum of care that we don’t turn it into a fresh vasana or issue!
I imagine it gets easier, especially as more and more people adopt the same standards of behavior and have the same inclinations in the face of the rising energies.
How do I feel? I feel stable, peaceful, tranquil. I haven’t a thought in my head.
Nothing comes to mind that’s incomplete. OK, two niggles that aren’t worth mentioning.
I’m filled with bliss and love. I could exist happily in this space forever.
In fact, if we want to get right down to brass tacks, and quit beating around the bush, there’s nothing more important than this space.
It takes a willingness to say that out loud, to accept it as both fact and value, and then to act on it that really cements this transformed space. It takes that level of commitment to have the space be present as a lived-in reality on an ongoing basis.
It doesn’t take a lifelong effort. The struggle can be over in a moment. And usually is.
This space itself is my best friend. In it are found compassion, generosity, love, bliss, joy, gratitude….
This is my hypothesis in this newest experiment in consciousness, in awareness, of my life as a workshop: It takes not being willing to make anything else more valuable than the transformed space to have it ongoingly.
[An hour later.]
We have to love the space of love for it to stick around. It’s a jealous lover and, if we give our attention to something else, it goes.
If I were to talk about a full-time mate, love would be it. Make love my full-time mate and I’d at last have gotten things right.
Love is not a passive sport. It’s an active sport. If love cannot be active, cannot flow, cannot be shared, it disappears.
I’ve spent an hour dancing to music around my apartment. Complete abandonment to this space.
Start here. Start in from this space.
Make this the default and see.