the divine ignorance (and friends)
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Glad you liked it. What does Love reveal to you, if I may ask in return?
I had to sleep on this one, but woke up very early this morning and wrote this, for better or worse:
My most powerful experience of it happened some years back but that certainly changed both my life and my outlook on religion and love forever. Attempting to leave out as much religious language as I can here, I learned that when the need is great and the circumstances call for it, love might flow powerfully through even the most unlikely of creatures to another, and vice versa.
Difficult to explain or describe, I would call it deeply sacrificial in nature, an exquisite pain, a compelling passion which puts the other above it at all costs. If the other is deep in darkness, it will go deeper, if in pain, it will suffer more. There is no bottom to it.
In the "flow" if you will, it is like the love is not yours but it is yours at the same time. You cannot turn it on or off like a light switch, it does not perform on demand. The source is a free agent and will not be commanded or for that matter, hindered. It can put a tremendous strain on the body, but you don't mind. Nothing is too costly, you don't want it to stop.
When the time comes for it to end (and it will come) it will feel like you just stopped living. There is no recognition in the eyes of men, no reward. Forget it. At best you will just be regarded as weird and depressed. Someone might come along to pick you up, seemingly by spiritual appointment. This happened to me, and I am grateful to that person. Gradually things return to something like normal, but now you know you are not fully alive. You know what can be, and now nothing else will do.
The little moments come, seemingly too far apart, the fleeting glimpses of love, the open doors which you will now walk through without hesitation. This is the extent of your free will, to move as doors open for you. You are now being compressed into that action which is actionless. A prisoner of sorts, but a willing one. You wouldn't have it any other way. To stray from it now brings swift reproval.
That brief "knowing" of love changes your outlook on everything. The depth of what flowed through you makes you question things. There are veils that protect against the savage power of pure love, and that is a mercy for now. You see the veils, you accept them instead of working against them.
Some hopelessly scattered thoughts on what (I think) love has revealed to me up to now.