Love is a principle from a higher dimension that is only talked about with any certainty through paradox and koans (it seems) due to our inability to be able to put such a principle into language. Perhaps love is not even the best word to use to describe the process that everything has its being, and certainly no religion has a exclusive take on love that others do not, if this concept is non exclusionary being underneath each and everything. Obviously, we are missing some of the puzzle, for on three dimensions, the concept does not stand up to scrutiny and challenge for some of the negative consequences. But what if it is the thing that never ends, but just keeps changing forms like a snake eating its own tail. Life giving up life in order to fuel more life, or that is what we have become used to as we look at nature for guidance. There is movement in each moment however, and perhaps this is the part to which we call love, over a judgement on it. In fact, why judge it at all? If it flows through transmutation of matter, and is the spark in everything in order for something to be declared alive, then until we can see things from love's side, maybe one cannot pass adequate judgement on the principle. Of course, it is beyond rational logic and reason, and the world and universe can appear to be a violent place in which to live, as remarked by Don Juan (a la Carlos Casteneda) through sorcery eyes. But it does continue to flow without abatement, or seeming to even care.
If there is feelings, then these spring from the breast of man, over the environment showing it most of the time.For me, it took my soulmate (Susan Letourneau of Calgary, Alberta, Canada) to teach me about love, and that perhaps it is an attitude flowing with life that can indeed be gentle and without hard edges if lessons are learnt easily. If we insist on being hit over the head with a piece of wood in order to stay open to it, then no doubt that will happen in short order. Then we wonder why bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad, and once again get locked into the paradoxes that never end. I think that the snake eating its own tail is perhaps the best way to describe love, for it circles itself, and the wheels go within the wheels to the nth degree it seems as we try every which way to flow with the winds of love. There are endless books and writings on such a subject, and perhaps no-one adequately answers the paradoxes, except perhaps to say that this is the language of the higher realms to be able to speak in sacred geometry through paradox. Maybe it is the only way to aid us to seek out another position from where to view such concepts from a new vantage point beyond right and wrong, good and bad. Surely other things can be defined well enough, but this defies someone doing that. Maybe there are numerous words in other languages to try to identify what it is, such as eros, heavenly, or familial love etc.For me it flows and goes without speech or judgement, or ryhmn or reason. If it did not move, would we be alive at all? And if everything is but an outworking of Mankinds own Dreaming, then perhaps this is where we will meet our keenest challenges in our attempts to understand it or not, in the changeup for the world. It does seem to be a non exclusionary thing that brings life and breath to everything on the planet without judgement.
I cannot see that something that is the One-ness would ever exclude anything from its panoply of sight, sound, wonder, and life. Maybe if we just shut down the rhetoric and words, and allowed just an experience with it, then all might be able to see that there is a silver thread that links everything together for each individual in life, along with bringing a unity to collective consciousness yet to be discovered by the masses. It is heady stuff, but perhaps the answers lie not in the head, nor even the heart, but by bringing both of these polarities within every person together into oneness, so that the commentary and life can be seen for our struggle to try and communicate about infinite ideas with finite language. It is laughable, and verbose, but what more can a guy do with something that is so pervasive yet so undefinable?Glad the universe has a sense of humour!
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In matter, though it may be a flow of love in motion, there seems to be quite strict guidelines and boundaries in place, that one millimetre beyond such a point of not going, might lead to unfortunate consequences. Stepping over the edge of a cliff for example, does not allow for any mistakes of how far you went beyond the boundary. If too far, then your death might ensure. And so it goes with all life in its material form. In its spirit, no such boundaries might exist, but in its matter form, there is a boundary. Step on my toe, and find out what my boundary is, for I will push you off me, due to your invading my space, and not too kindly either! In life, there is violence, and when one see a good predator at work, it might seem quite violent, but it does lead to a quick and merciful death for the prey. So how nice does one be when boundaries are gone beyond? That depends on the nature of what is in nature (excuse the pun!), and the respect or lack of it shown. It might not help trying to be nice about it, such as saying that we do not need such violence in our world, when it is all around us. If culture mirrors country more so than we might be prepared to admit, then such lovey dubby concepts soon get left at the door, when one sees how Mother Country Herself deals with those who do not respect Her boundaries. Culture gets just as severe as Mother Country does, if such respect is not shown. I have come to understand that this is the price we all pay for lack of respect for the spirit of everything around us.
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Sunday, June 21, 2015
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