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The Awakening Spares Neither Man Nor Beast
Author: Soren Dreier
Sometimes we get filled with love, for no apparent reason. And why should there be a reason? It seems like love is all hung up on conditions, terms, and a busy mind’s ability to calculate if ‘this’ is worthy of love.
We have to leave that, and we do, and we can and we must.
Love objectivized and weaponized into fear of the object of our love will delude us and walk away, reasonless.
Love’s gone bitterly sour for many as years and experiences pass by, leaving some helpless, victimized and abandoned. Love never does that. If it does, it maybe wasn’t love as a state of mind, but it was love all too frantically eager or too afraid.
Was it clinging too sentimentally to the object of our attention? Love doesn’t cling – though it is the strongest of glue holding us together.
We have to find the room again and sometimes it shows as a state of mind.
We wake up one morning and love stirs up the promise of a somehow lighter day.
We awake and go silent, some in awe of that ‘new’ sensation ticking from toes up, for no apparent reason.
We can look into the eyes of the beloved and be reminded of the beauty in that soul, if somehow it got lost in the tic-toc of things.
We can look at what ever we put our love into yesterday and think: Well, I don’t want to go out of love and today it looks better that yesterday, and despite our longing for our true home, we attach again on a higher note.
We have to cut it loose, since the only thing that stands between us and the state of love is fear. Never again we shall fear, thus the fear in this world and of this world is embedded in past time hurt.
Reconcile, they whisper, the ancient ones. It’s not worth it, let it go, they chant.
The Christ, the metaphysical esoteric Jesus, loved with a spear in his side, thorns on his head, and nails through his limbs:
And we can’t love if the bills pile up? And we can’t love if the train isn’t on time? And we can’t love if we’re a target for far away laughter? And we can’t love if we feel victimized? And we can’t love if people don’t agree with us?
Philosophers stone – selected views from the boat http://philosophers-stone.co.uk
Source: http://www.phoenixisrisen.co.uk/?p=11240
