(Concluded from Part 1, yesterday.)
But if you asked me what bliss is? Or what bliss itself feels like? I’d have to say I can’t find words for it.
Can you tell me what water tastes like? Probably not, eh? In the same way I haven’t been able to say a word about how bliss itself feels. Only its effects on me.
In terms of its effect, my whole mood is lifted way up, away from being touched by any internal discordant note.
It dissolves all worry, fear, hope, plans, all thought. It brings me into the present, without a care in the world. And I feel as if I’m going to burst with satisfaction, joy, and fulfillment.
But there’s something more.
It has me fall in love with myself to such a deep extent that I see nothing more to do than to rest here in this love. After all, I am here and the one I love is here. What’s left to do?
That’s why the Mother truncated my experience of Self in 2018:
“If you had seen the light as it actually is, yes, a million, billion suns… You would have simply departed. … We don’t mean die but you would have departed the life that you have designed – yes, with us, for yourself, for the service you are providing – you would have departed and simply said, ‘I do not need to do this. I will just simply sit in the bliss of love and good luck, everybody!’” (1)
Precisely true. Bliss leaves one with nothing more to do than to simply sit in it. Nothing more is wanted or needed. Time does not exist. Only the present moment of supreme joy and fulfilling self-love exists.
I’ve never found a word in the English language to describe any of the divine states unto themselves. Without comparing them to something else, that is.
And I refuse to reduce the higher-dimensional to lower-dimensional terms. Philosophers call that reductionism. I’m not going there.
My attention is fixed on the higher-dimensional states themselves. As Sri Ramakrishna once said, I didn’t come to the mango grove to count mangoes; I came here to eat them.
Bliss therefore is the best feeling state I know of and I see in my life that all my efforts are bent on having more of it.
No, I’m not buying a Lamborghini or traveling to the Taj Mahal to enjoy a moment of bliss. I’m going right to the source – my heart – where it flows freely. Right here, right now.
Footnotes
(1) Divine Mother in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Oct. 26, 2018.
