I wanted to share more about love if I may. It isn’t often that I’m in this space and notes are called for.
Why is it that, when love arises, a person wants to share?
Well, for one thing, love always flows. When I experience love, I always experience it as a flow AND I feel a push inside of me to kinda move in whatever direction it seems to be going.
I’m drawn almost gravitationally by love’s flow and I’m drawn outward.
This is not like bliss. Love’s bias is outward whereas bliss’s bias is inward.
In the space of bliss, no thought arises of being anywhere else or doing anything. Orgasm is the closest thing to it.
In the space of love, I want to connect with others, share love in a figure eight, levitate to the ceiling together and then return to Earth.
Each has its special delights.
I feel abashed writing about love at a time when people are dying and agents provocateurs and corrupt police are rampaging.
There must be a reason why I’m being given this experience now. I can only hope these notes serve a purpose.
I only know love from its effects. You’ve seen a Disney cartoon in which the character floats along on a scented breeze. That’s exactly the inner feeling I have when the flow of love enters my experience. It’s as if it carries my spirit – not my body, which I lose sight of – on a breeze, if gentle; an inner tsunami, if more violent, even explosive, as my heart opening was. (1)
I recently became aware that I had passed up endless opportunities to swim in the Ocean of Love by not recognizing the little flashes of love and bliss that I often felt. They can be used to surf your way to the sea.
My life was so miserable growing up that I paid no attention to any of these softer feelings. I would have been as hard as a rock inside.
I knew absolutely nothing of or about love. Nor did I know I didn’t know.
I was an asteroid, waiting for a collision.
I collided all right. But it resulted in a heart opening, not a heart closing.
Anyone who has run, fallen, or jumped into the Lake of Love will understand both my desire to share about it and my fear that I won’t be able to communicate it.
Could a caveman describe an airplane? I don’t think so. And neither can I find among the strange cuneiform squiggles we call the written English language, words to describe that. I’m the caveman here.
All I can do is to try to give an idea of how far above our everyday experience a Fifth-Dimensional’s everyday experience is – a post-Ascension thumbnail sketch, as it were.
I’m tempted to say that the same differences that divide us from our Neanderthal ancestors divide a higher-dimensional galactic from us. I can only imagine the dramatic shift that happens within us with the full and permanent heart opening that Sahaja Samadhi or Ascension is.
I only know of Ramana Maharshi and Franklin Merrell Wolff – among sages, not avatars – having experienced it.
(Concluded in Part 2, below.)
(1) See “Submerged in Love,” March 14, 2015, at http://goldenageofgaia.com/2015/03/14/submerged-in-love/