Love is the Everlasting Primary Expression and Personality of the Divine.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

We have written millions of words at these blogs. We've actually written millions of words at 'each of the blogs'. There have been a lot of words. Presently, I am reading the collected works of Swami Vivekananda. That is also a lot of words and it is often very dense material but... I am committed to reading ALL OF IT. I had already intended to reading it all but then... I was told that I would get a wonderful surprise gift if I did this. That was extra motivation. Since most of the people who read these articles do not have a voice conversing with them, in their head, throughout their each and every day; it might be hard to accept that this sort of a relationship does exist and has been around for as long as anything like us has been around. I did not have this relationship for the majority of my life and... if I did, I could not hear it. It has been only a few years that this has been a constant for me.

It is not just crazy people who hear voices in their head. Here I must acknowledge what may leap into thought in the minds of people who have been coming here for awhile is; “but Visible, you are crazy right? By your own admission.” Yes, this is true but I am spiritually crazy and that is something different than your regular garden variety or hot house exotic crazy. It is a managed and monitored crazy. In fact... and I hesitate to say this... you pretty much have to be crazy to get in range of 'the voice'. At least you have to be crazy in the way the world defines crazy. That pretty much only means that you are not 24/7 world mesmerized. The World, which is a conscious entity, does not like it when you are not in thrall. It's job is to keep you in thrall and it tends to think it is not doing its job when one or more of us slip away into other locations, while we are still here.

I am not wishing to imply any singularity about myself just because I have invisible friends. We all have invisible friends but unless you go to somewhat ridiculous lengths, they are not going to talk to you in a routine any time of day manner. I could always talk to and hear from them when I was on psychedelics (which is why I took them more than anyone I ever met and in larger quantities.) I am not seeking to be singular here either. The truth is that when you are crazy, this is normal behavior (there is something... something about that last sentence...). I used to say that madness is just a seashell beyond the sea's kiss; meaning that the voices of the world were akin to the roar of the waves and it can be hard to hear anything else, depending on your proximity to either. This makes me think of T.S. Eliot's “until human voices wake us and we drown.”

The truth is that it became more and more important for me to hear the voice of the interior, over the course of time, as the voice(s) of the exterior became noticeably more and more banal and redundant. I stopped getting a clue by that route. I hardly engage in conversation much these days, except with very few people, because I only want to talk about things of the spirit and very few people are open to that sort of thing. It makes them increasingly more and more uneasy because of the voices of the world, or what I call, 'the clamor of world glamour'.

As I was saying, we've written millions and millions of words and all of those words can be reduced to a very few words, which I will attempt to accomplish here. Real life can be consolidated into a particular view. It's pretty simple really. It just involves the ability to see Love in one permutation or another in relation to anything you encounter. It involves recognizing that love is not simply an emotion, whose depth and impact is measured by the level of one's comprehension, although that is pretty close to how it is. More importantly it has to do with recognizing... even more than recognizing...realizing that Love is a 'conscious entity' that works through whoever is feeling it to the level of their capacity. A time comes when the Love,which is more specifically the personality of God, communicates in an aware manner with the person feeling it and I think that is connected, directly connected to self realization.

At the base level. we hear the approximation of love at that level as a chorus of grunts, various animal sounds, some from actual animals and some from humans reduced- temporarily (we hope) to that state of awareness. Some of it is due to the loss of breath control. It regularly causes me to laugh out loud when I see sex scenes in a movie and the individuals involved are tearing at each others clothing and panting and making guttural noises. This, in its own way shows the life and death aspect and that is exampled by many of the dead animals by the side of the road in Spring. There are plenty of people, dead by the side of the road of life for this same reason but... they can be harder to see. That was never my method to celebrate a loss of control in that activity, which, of course, I accomplished during other activities (grin).

This form of expression, in certain cases, evolves upward into the language of poets and does not end there. There is also the language of saints and mystics (some of whom were poets) and those swept up in the marvelous intoxication of the presence of God. It is in the area of these forms of expression that one realizes and experiences the truth and reality that Love is a conscious entity. Love is a living thing. It is a being. We have heard it said by many a person across the passage of time that “God is Love”. This is true and I would here like to delineate how that is interpreted to me. God is unknowable, indefinable and incomprehensible; EXCEPT in his primary expression, which is Love. I refer to Love as 'the personality of God' and just as is the case with his 'qualities', it is a way to understand the divine being, by extension through the vehicle he moves in, which is Love.

It is hard for most people to understand God and one of the reasons is that they do not understand Love. In most cases, for most people, Love is a selfish enterprise... taken in the totality of its range, across the spectrum of a particular life. There are exceptions, like the love of a mother, or where one willingly sacrifices themselves for an ideal. The highest expression of Love is sacrifice and that was most clearly demonstrated by Jesus the Christ... in the age of Pisces. One need only give a cursory study to the attributes, associated with that astrological sign, to get some comprehension of how the divine would chose to demonstrate in that period. This is not to say that sacrifice loses any of its credibility in any other age but simply that it is brought to its highest form of expression in that one.

Avatars... of which Jesus the Christ was one, tend to come around in times of confusion, where people have lost their way. Surely, a casual look around would indicate that his next presentation and appearance is somewhat overdue. But... it is not up to me to schedule the comings and goings of the divine. Any time something doesn't make sense to me concerning the divine, it is an indication that I am lacking in my grasp of the situation. Everything about the ineffable is always perfect. It cannot be otherwise with the divine. It can be otherwise with me (but I'm working on that).

Presently... there is a horrible war in progress and the intention of those waging it, is to diminish all sense of the divine and to discredit all forms of worship and the celebration of it, unless it has been efficiently corrupted to the degree that it suits their purposes. Fundamentalism of every stripe is useful in that regard. It numbs and confines the minds of those associated with it and it drives away everyone in possession of an objective awareness at the same time.

At a certain level of spiritual evolution, love informs the person feeling it about the reality of love as a conscious entity. Love is a living thing at a particular level of its expression. One might say that before that plane, it is in degrees of sleep, from the deepest all the way to awakening and its vehicle of delivery is dream. I am sure that anyone who is familiar with myth and legend has come across parallels.

My personal experience is that it speaks to me on all manner of things. Sometimes it has to do with my behavior, both on and off 'the mark'. Other times it has to do with the world outside. Sometimes it has to do with events and situations to come. At all times it is encouraging and informative. It is kind of like being told to hang in there when you are pressed against it and despair of a way around; whatever 'it' may be; given that... in the ultimate sense, you are everything. You are the universe entire and forever free. We only imagine it to be otherwise and... if we trust the leading's and urging of that voice, we will come to know this.

One might well ask, “why do we strive?”, if in the end we will all be made free. There is a mystery to this, not to mention the potential expanse of millions of lifetimes and countless years. This is not my preference. Curiously it is the preference of many, who see no reason to look beyond the temporary delights of this world. It is not always delightful here but... the promise that it might be is enough of a lure. Once again I have to include Chapter 43 of the Autobiography of a Yogi. I cannot imagine how anyone can not be inspired and galvanized by what is contained therein. I mean to go there, or somewhere like it, and... I should point out that that is only one loka of many, many lokas (there are worlds within worlds- just as we have here). Having had some small vision of this truth a time or two, it is onward and upward for me.


End Transmission.......

♫ Persephone ♫