Another result of connecting with so many lightworkers in so concentrated a time is that my creative juices have started flowing in a way they had not before, in a flow that was not there before. Insights are coming and unacknowledged capabilities are presenting themselves in important ways.
I think we call this “blossoming” and it’s all traceable to the cross-pollenation of our seeing each other.
For instance, I saw last night that I had things backwards in life.
I’ve been looking for certainty around questions of existence and truth by resorting to my outer knowing. I look for facts, use measurements and rely on externally-based logic, etc.
But last night I became aware of my inner knowing and saw how neglected and yet absolutely critical the certainty generated by my inner knowing was.
I found myself saying that I knew that love was the answer to any question about life. Love was always an answer waiting for a question.
Love is not the spice of life. It’s not simply the main ingredient. It’s the only ingredient.
Love is all there is, except it awaits our higher-dimensional experience to prove that statement.
I saw that and I realized that the way I knew that was by an inner knowing and I allowed that capacity to know inwardly to unfold.
I saw that higher-dimensional experiencing produces that inner knowing. In other woprds, it was a faculty of myself that increased the more refined my experience of life was.
I saw that certainty was an inner experience.
The kind of certainty produced by outer knowing is weak and inconclusive. There’s always an exception to it. It never feels solid and conclusive.
The kind of certainty produced by inner knowing was satisfying and stable.
As it grew, love yielded to bliss. I saw that bliss was simply love that took us outside of any normal, outer reference points. I tend to lose myself and the outside world in bliss. But it was simply love taken to a higher degree than we normally do.
I saw that I ordinarily reject my inner knowing. But it was and had always been right there, beckoning me to acknowledge it.
As I said to myself that love was everything, I realized I knew that at some deep place within myself. And I couldn’t explain that knowing by resorting to empirical means and I didn’t want to. I let go of outer proofs, the desire to be right, the desire to have others agree with me.
No, I can’t prove anything about love or inner certainty to you empirically. But I know it deeply, somewhere inside myself, nonetheless.
I began to give weight to that inner knowing and the desire for outer knowing fell away as unimportant. In the face of the bliss I felt, nothing external mattered. I watched my inner knowing unfold.
I saw that the source of certainty was within my field of experience and I allowed that certainty to emerge, forgetting the outside world for a moment.
Love creates. Love preserves. Love transforms.
Love creates from love. Love preserves love in form. Love transforms the forms of love back into formless love.
Love is all there is and all there’s not. There’s no escaping love, no matter how hard we run from it. At the end of all our running, we find we’ve only run from love to love.
All that’s important is our inner knowing of love, our outer living in love, and our certainty of the all-importance of love.
A sense of immense fulfilment followed. A warm glow settled on me. These sensations were new. They were things that I’d been overlooking or resisting or ignoring as unreal. But I had things backwards.
The certainty that comes from inner knowing is the prize and the goal. And love is the only result of all our inner inquiries. Seeing that reorients everything in my life that I’m aware of.