The carney barker (1) in me does arise and become passionate. I am definitely selling something.
What is it?
Love. Step right up, folks.
As I’ve been telling you, ladies and gentlemen – you heard it here – love like we never imagined it to be. (2)
Like Rumi or Omar, I’m in love with love, drunk on love, lost in love.
Whenever it arises. See me tomorrow at 8:30 am and I probably won’t be in the same transformative love. Not till Ascension are these wonderful states made permanent in us.
But it arose in me after a discussion with a friend and….
Everything about anything was wiped from my mind as I flowed with the wave of love. Seduced by love. Drowned in love.
I wrote the other day that Ramakrishna said, I come to the mango grove to eat mangoes, not to count them.
When love washes over me, I’m lost to anything as organized as counting more than three fingers. The concentration is not there. Another wave of love hits and sweeps me away.
Don’t overlook this: A feeling I feel in a localized area of me. This wave of love sweeps over me. I’m immersed in it: That’s the hallmark of a divine state or quality: One is immersed in it.
Oh, why won’t the Ring of Fire get here and then everyone would know right away what I’m talking about. When I meet someone today who’s tasted higher-dimensional love, their eyes get saucer-like and they exclaim, without any self-consciousness, “Oh, yah, THAT.”
Until then, I’m just a carney barker. A man selling weak-meat soup beside the well-traveled Imperial Highway.
PS. You can’t tell me that that one word, “love,” does not say it all. It does.
(1) Carnival front man, salesman generally.
(2) Love Like We Never Imagined It to Be at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Love-Like-We-Never-Imagined-It-to-Be-R13.pdf.