In That Great Eternal Love

[Guest guest]

In That Great Eternal Love.

What is Love they ask? What is Life? What is Existence? What is it TO BE? When talking and writing about that Love which we have in the Ground of our Being, that transcendent mystical mode of cognition beyond time and space, in that eternal paradise condition of being from whence we came and to whither we return on occasions, they ask what is Love like, and what is doing the loving, and what is loved, and how if you cannot remember anything of this world and this life whilst there.

Many kinds of love exist on this world, but they are all a shadow of the love known there at the dead centre of all things in the stillness upon which time and thought cannot encroach. There is the unconditional love one has for our children here. This is a tender caring love, not a rampant passionate love. There is the kind of love we have for another human being with whom we wish to spend our life with here, and that is a mixture of many modes of love; and not to be confused with lust, for lust is not any kind of love at all. Then there is the love one can have for a job, a hobby, an interest, a pursuit, ones country, an ideal, a goal. There is also the love more like friendship one has for an animal, a pet, a true companion, a good trustworthy colleague. So many kinds of attractions we find here.

But, non of these are like that great eternal love as is known and lived in that transcendent mode of our being. That is a rampant passionate love like explosive dynamite. It is not a love for this or that thing, or this or that person, for there are no persons there, only the essence of our true and eternal self cognition. What is doing the loving? I am. What is loved? TO BE, and NO Created Thing. Could one have that degree of burning passion in us whilst as a human being on earth? No, for it would be too much to cope with and too all consuming. So here we have little manifestations of it like splinters of wood from a large tree or passing sparks from an infinite flame of fire.

It is both sad and funny that more than thee quarters of all human beings here use this word ‘god’ they pray to it, fear it, cow tow to it, so called adore it, yet what does it mean, what is it pointing to, and what do they know of this entity? Words are very useful tools to point to things which we find around us and within us, and our kind of communication here would not exist with words, and neither would thoughts be possible to do, even though the potential would still exist. But it requires time to think; and time does not move there. They argue and kill over their gods and goddesses, and their various only sons and or prophets of, and they make a lovely profit out of so doing; money, land, power, fame, etc; but not a man Jack of them even knows their self and what they are or from whence they come: let alone anything which they are not; nor from whence they come and why they are here.

They invent gods and demons in their own blind retarded image and bow down to them like Lemmings running of the edge of a cliff for a so called wondrous cause, and their myths become their existential reality whilst here, and consume them in the dross and nausea of beliefs and fairy tails; like living a life watching shadows on the dark inner wall of Plato’s cave analogy. And the cry of the mystics is role on evolution and the day that Man grows up and becomes aware, and aware of their self. For it is not until you know what you are that you can know what you are not. As it is in that great eternal love beyond space, time and memory of this world. And so it is; so it always was, and so will it always be. Contradict it if you will, and live and learn.

Know Thy Self, for you too have your origin and end in eternity, and are here ab aeterno ad hoc.

Gnothi Seauton.

of Exmoor.