A Life of Love

Were it possible to suddenly remove love from existence, the whole of the sensory beauty of creation would reduce back to the petrified landscape of the earth’s primordial beginnings – thank goodness this is now an impossibility. But what has happened to the human race is that in losing touch with the conscious state of love, the flesh of the body has hardened over time, which insulates the receptivity to the beauty and wonder of life. Our time on earth is really a journey back to love, our original state of being; and the fundamental impulse behind every action is to unite with the source of love itself. However, it’s self-evident that something has gone seriously awry with this essential quality of life. The difficulty is that we live in a world of choice; from choosing what outfit to wear, breakfast cereal, brand of smart phone, motor car – or even the choice of gender, should there be an inclination to change the sexual orientation of the persona.

The way of love is simple when a man or woman has been disabused sufficiently of their false notions of love to realise its purpose here on earth. But this is rare in these times since the prerequisite is to be true to the source of love itself instead of another person or any external agency. The integrity of love resides within the being of each individual. When invoked as the direct communication from the depths of the psyche, love begins to strip away the personal attachments that have shielded the full glare from the light of the divine. This is an unavoidably intense and painful process. It’s not love that makes it hard, but the resistance within the matter of the cells of the psychic self which shriek and scream in the vain attempt to survive in the rarefied space of the spirit.

A life of love is the discovery of what would appear crazy to the mind – the cessation of the chronic effort of trying to work out why things happen as they do. Problems and distress are effects of personal love and can be traced to where there is dishonesty in relationships or unresolved areas of the living life. Love is an effortless state of harmony and ease which responds to the circumstances and events of life without creating ripples of discontent within the psyche. It’s a case of being willing to break with whatever is causing any emotional disturbance that can no longer be resolved and is, in fact, holding the individual back from going on.

The mystery of love is its apparent unpredictability. Suddenly it’s here and the opportunity to love is presented. Or perhaps love in form withdraws and breaks the heart of the man or woman who, in their deepest sorrow, realise love’s impersonal state. In this exalted place beyond the confines of time, there is the recognition of what has been supporting the life during the years and days embodied on the earth. It is love beyond any attributes except one: the opportunity to acknowledge and love the source of all, the spirit behind the form.