Bliss has gotten such a bad rap over the centuries.
Associated with drugs, or tantric sex, or plain old wild abandon, anyone who seeks it runs the risk of being labelled at best other-worldly, at worst degenerate.
I don’t like having withholds or secrets. But the biggest secret I have is that I love bliss.
Gosh, now I have to make a few distinctions. It’s incomplete to say that I love bliss. Now I have to give some background before I even address the incompletion. Back to the beginning.
Anything can be a road or a helpmate on our journey back to God. It depends on what we do with it.
Some people follow a line of inspecting microbiology and reaching some divinely-intuitive conclusions. (1) Some meditate and still the mind making them receptive to the Mother’s gift of enlightenment, at a time of her choosing.
Others see God in Nature, intimacy with which opens the heart and again makes one receptive to the Mother’s enlightenment.
Any aspect of God’s creation can lead to God. Really, it’s our determination, our naked yearning that determines the pace.
Boy, Steve, that was a long preamble to say you love bliss.
Yes, And I am getting there, but this is important. Love is a very, very conspicuous and well-known path to God. But what has not been discussed as much are the other stops along the way, all of them deeper forms of love.
We’ve given them different names but they’re simply love experienced more deeply – in another dimension, apparently.
A deeper form of love is bliss – it’s still love but completely overwhelming.
A deeper form than that is ecstasy. What can anyone say about ecstasy? A complete loss of identity, except for a wisp. Enough to cross at a green light – plus love.
And a deeper form than that is exaltation, which I experienced for only an instant in 2015 and was speechless. And then I was back.
(Concluded in Part 2, tomorrow.)
(1) Consider here, Jill Bolte Taylor, A Stroke of Insight at https://www.ted.com/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_my_stroke_of_insight