Thursday, December 18, 2014

Is Love A Feeling

Love is not limited to people; it is not limited even to living things. Love can be expressed in association with objects, with concepts, with philosophies, with ideas, with expressions such as art or music. Love can be expressed in many, many, many different manners in relation to many, many, many different manifestations, for the actual definition of love is knowing and appreciation.

What does that mean? Knowing is not necessarily understanding; understanding is not a requirement for knowing. Knowing is an inward expression that you generate in relation to any other expression of consciousness, whether it be a manifestation or not, and in that, you resonate with it to an extent that you are merged with it.

Now; this is not a physical action. This is an energetic action, and when you are merged with another expression, you know it. Even if you do not understand it, you know it; you can feel it.

Now; this feeling is different from emotional feelings. Emotional feelings are signals. Love is not a feeling, but it does generate an inward feeling of wholeness, that you are not separate from what you know. If you gaze at a painting and you know that art – regardless of the artist, regardless of the medium, regardless of the strokes, you gaze at a painting and you connect with it – in that, you generate a feeling within you that is different from emotional feelings. You feel it, in your gut and it pulls you. You can feel an actual energy pull. You are merged with that expression. The energy of the expression is meeting your energy, and you are merging with it.

When you listen to music or when you play music and you feel in your gut that pull towards the music, you know it. You are merged with it. In that mergence, in that knowing, it creates a genuine appreciation, and you genuinely are consumed with that knowing, that pull and that appreciation.

This is not an emotional feeling. Affection is an emotional feeling that many if not most individuals confuse with love when they assign it that word, but it is not love. It is affection, and you can express affection with many, many, many expressions and manifestations, and not love. You can express love without affection. You do not necessarily express affection for a composition of music or a painting or a sculpture or a car – one moment – but you can express love for those manifestations.

Love can be expressed to manifestations that are not living. You can love an expression of architecture, you can love a fabric, you can love a design of fashion – for it is not an emotional expression, it is a knowing and an appreciation. In that appreciation, there is what you would term to be complete acceptance, and that is also what you feel. You feel within you, within your body consciousness, a freedom of that complete acceptance.

Now; this is the reason that I have expressed repeatedly that there are many individuals within your world that have not experienced love, not genuinely, for they have not allowed themself that genuine expression of mergence in which they genuinely incorporate that knowing and that appreciation and that complete acceptance.

You can do this with other individuals and not do it always. You can express genuine love in relation to another individual and not be expressing that consistently or constantly, for you may not be focused upon that mergence with the other individual. You may not understand the other individual's expression, but you can express that love for them, regardless. Therefore, this is an illustration: understanding is not a requirement to be expressing love.

While doing research for my new novel I came across this explanation of love. It was written by Elias. Elias is a consciousness teacher. As you can tell, Elias hits a nerve of remembering with his definition of love.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Mental Stadium

And what then is belief? It is the demi-cadence that closes a musical phrase in the symphony of our intellectual life. It has three properties:

First, it is something that we are aware of;

Second, it appeases the irritation of doubt;

Third it involves the establishment in our nature of a rule of action or say for short, a habit.

As it appeases the irritation of doubt, which is the motive for thinking, thought relaxes and comes to rest for a moment when belief is reached. But since belief is a rule of action, the application of which involves further doubt and further thought, at the same time that is a stopping- place, it is also a new starting- place for thought.

The final upshot of thinking is the exercise of volition and of this thought no longer forms a part; but belief is only a stadium of mental action, an effect upon our nature due to thought, which will influence future thinking.

Charles Sanders Pierce wrote those thoughts in his 1878 essay, How to Make our Ideas Clear. Pierce is considered the father pragmatism. Pierce’s definition of a belief does help us establish a mental road of choice when it comes to what to believe or what we should believe. We don’t use his three-step approach to establishing a belief consciously, but there’s no doubt we use them automatically. Our beliefs create the reality we experience.

Our beliefs are habits. They are our inner addictions that shape our daily lives. We don’t examine our beliefs, but if we did we would have a pretty good idea which probability in our mental stadium would be the victor in our game of choices. We choose our actions from our pool of vacillating and non-vacillating beliefs. Vacillating beliefs are the thoughts that sit on the fence of an established belief and fall where the winds of uncertainty takes them. Non-vacillating beliefs are those beliefs that are rooted in the genetic quicksand of unrecorded time. Every thought falls into some category of mental action. Once our thoughts are in a specific category they become physical expressions.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Noxious Exaggerations

Jesus Christ belonged to the true race of prophets. He saw with open eye the mystery of the soul. Drawn by its severe harmony, ravished with its beauty he lived in it, and had his being there. Alone in all history, he estimated the greatness of man. One man was true to what is in you and me. He saw that God incarnates himself in man, and evermore goes forth anew to take possession of his world. He said, in this jubilee of sublime emotion, ‘I am divine. Through me, God acts; through me, God speaks. Would you see God see me; or, see thee, when thou also thinkest as I now think.’

But what a distortion did his doctrine and memory suffer in the same, in the next, and the following ages! There is no doctrine of the Reason that will bear to be taught by the Understanding. The understanding caught this high chant from the poet’s lips and said in the next age, ‘This was Jehovah comedown out of heaven. I will kill you if you say he was a man.’ The idioms of his language, and the figures of his rhetoric, have usurped the place of his truth; and churches are not built on his principles, but on his tropes.

In thus contemplating Jesus, we become very sensible of the first defect of historical Christianity. Historical Christianity has fallen into the error that corrupts all attempts to communicate religion. As it appears to us and as it has appeared for ages, it is not the doctrine of the soul, but an exaggeration of the personal, the positive, the ritual. It has dwelt; it dwells, with noxious exaggeration about the person of Jesus. The soul knows no persons. It invites every man to expand to the full circle of the universe and will have no preferences, but those of spontaneous love.

Ralph Waldo Emerson the Boston minister, poet and essayist, wrote those thoughts in his controversial 1838 Divinity School Address. Emerson got down and dirty in that address. He talked about how an innate message is distorted by narrow-minded fanatics that want to control the ignorant. We are ignorant when it comes to understanding the nature of the soul and the consciousness within and around it. We worship falsehoods and allow ritualistic fantasies to control what we believe. For years, in the name of what is right, we have overpowered the weak and punish the awakened in order to prove we can follow instead of lead.

But we don’t call our noxious exaggerations of truth and complete lack of understanding, wrong. We call it blessed. We are blessed by the thoughts of a God who judges, condemns, retaliates and chooses how the God in us should act. No God who see himself as God would think the way we think of the God within us now.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

The Single Secret Phrase

When pure statistics and measured features Are no more keys to living creatures,

When dancing and bursting into song proves our most learned scholars wrong,

When all the world is fresh and new and once more Nature to herself is true,

When light and darkness merge their love, into a higher unity above

When fairy tales and legends old tell the true story of the world

Then, but a single, secret phrase shall put to flight our mixed up ways.

German Romantic Poet, Georg Philipp Friedrich von Hardenberg also known as Novalis brought new age thought to the 19th century. He was born in the 18th century, but his work was widely read after his death in 1801. Novalis had a mystical world view thanks to his admiration for Jakob Bohm's work as well as the work of other mystics. His work is considered magical idealism because he combined the natural external world with the will and genius of pure intuition. His work is based on education. Everything, to him, was in a continual mode of expansion, and he felt the world needed to recognize the genius in that expansion.

Some may say that Novalis was ahead of his time. His thoughts were foreign to the mindset of the times, but the message was not completely ignored. As the expansion of everything continued, Novalis, and his work became household concepts in the German-speaking world. So in that sense, he was not ahead of his time. He was a catalyst for the expansion of consciousness in all time. We all have catalytic abilities, but we rarely use them. It’s easier to conform than to question. Our mixed up ways continue until we see the spark of another catalyst and then we react.

As Michel de Montaigne tells us: Every man bearth the whole stamp of the human condition. When we put that stamp in motion, the world becomes a playground. A single secret phrase like this one puts us in sync with who we are:

We are what we see and feel around us until we see and feel the scope of our innate awareness.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Watering Thorns

Those who are scattered, simplify your worrying lives. There is one righteousness: Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.

Be generous to what nurtures the spirit and God’s luminous reason-light. Don’t honor what causes dysentery and knotted-up tumors.

Don’t feed both sides of yourself equally. The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions.

Too often we put saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.

Don’t make the body do what the spirit does best, and don’t put a big load on the spirit that the body could carry easily.

Rumi, the 13th century Sufi mystic, talks about the ego without ever mentioning it. We do water the thorns in our ego, and forget to water the fruit it protects. The ego is designed to skim the top level of our reality and form a cohesive relationship between the self and the physical environment. This incredible tool of consciousness is capable of perceiving much more than we allow. Our fears, superstitions and ignorance limit the scope of its power.

The ego can’t directly experience psychological experiences that occur outside of the boundaries of our beliefs, but it can become aware of them on an intellectual basis. We don’t accept our intuitions because intuition touches the ego in a very annoying way. Our intuitions attack our reality with unproven weapons, and the naked ego runs for cover.

The purpose of the ego is physical awareness. But when it becomes a hard shell full of antiquated beliefs and fears, it turns into a prison that snuffs out important data from the inner self. It is up to us to coat our reality with our intuitions, and then feel that coat blend with the ego and other portions of the self. When that happens, we are watering the fruit instead of the thorns.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

We Act Out

Ich Liebe Meines Wesens Dunkelstunden

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, The days of my life, already lived, And held like a legend and understood

Then the knowing comes: I can open To another life that’s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree Rustling over a gravesite And making real the dream Of the one its living roots Embrace :

A dream once lost Among sorrows and songs.

Rainer Maria Rilke, the incredible 20th-century German poet, wrote Ich Liebe Meines Wesens Dunkelstunden. The poem was published in Rilke’s 1905 work, Book of Hours. Rilke was fascinated with dreaming. His work comes from the world of dreams. For the most part, dreams are a reality void of ego interference, and that is one of the ingredients that makes the dream world so special. We don’t call it reality, but it is another reality. We act out different probabilities while dreaming, and we try out these alternatives in that mode of knowing.

The fact that we foresee future possibilities is certainly not in our accepted belief structure, but it is an important aspect of dreaming. Our inner identity is constantly acting out what we don’t accept. The days of our life are on one limb of a multi-limb tree. The other limbs contain probabilities that play out in other realities. The dark hours of our being are daylight to the probable self that knows how to experience the reality within the dream world.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

The Bog

The Source

The undulating wood slopes down To the rhythm of mountain streams... If you want to find the source, You have to go up, against the current. Break through, search, don't yield, You know it must be here somewhere. Where are you? Source where are you?!

Silence... Stream, woodland stream, Tell me the secret Of your origin! (Silence- why are you silent? With what care you have hidden the mystery Of your origin!)

Let me wet my lips In spring water, To feel its freshness, Its life-giving freshness.

The Source is from The Poetry of John Paul II, Roman Triptych Meditations. We tend to look for our Source in one particular place. That place is a bog filled with deeply engraved beliefs. But the Source of that bog is not in the mud of those beliefs, so we try to dance our way out of this bottomless bog. As the dance progresses, the spirit and the flesh mingle like mating water drops in a loving current. The innate music in our genes mimics the sound of that current.

As the bog disappears in this encapsulating current, we disappear with it. But we're not lost. We are in every drop of the invisible bog and in every musical note of the recurring current.