By Steve Beckow, Golden Age of Gaia

I’m sitting in a store waiting for a friend to make some purchases and swimming in love and bliss.

With the mind chatter gone, I feel malleable, fluid. There’s no resistance any more to my moods and feelings, which freely rise and fall.

I need to manage myself however.

If I try to own this love, contain it, control it, it slips through my fingers and departs, like a kitty cat.

If I don’t allow love to freely flow outward, to the beloved or to the world, it turns to heartache, pain. Love has to flow.

Here I sit at this moment, drawing love up from my heart and sending it out to the world. In from the very prana and out to the world.

As I do so, I become more and more soaked in love until I can’t write.

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I’m a walking demonstration of what I’ve been saying: That our very own hearts are the most accessible and substantial source of love for us.

We get it from other sources, to be sure, including other people and the air itself. But the wellspring, the artesian well exists in our very own hearts. This is the treasure box of gold that Eckhart talks about, that we’re carelessly sitting on while begging for money from others. (1)

I feel the love rise from my heart when I creatively-imagine that I’m drawing it up with the breath. It directly responds to my action and invitation.

And it continues on from me and out into the world. I get the benefit of it flowing through me.

I seem to be able to hold on to a certain percent of it. And that remainder lasts for a finite amount of time, although I do seem to benefit in some ongoing way that I can’t put my finger on. It’s like I lay down a very thin coat of satin varnish each time I repeat the exercise.

Why I don’t resolve to do this exercise all day, I don’t know, it’s so beneficial to all concerned. Much more beneficial than anything else I can think of.

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I will make this my practice.

I now have three things to do in the future: (1) serve as an awareness writer, an internal spiritual practice; (2) serve as a financial steward and philanthropist, an external spiritual practice; and (3) raise love from my heart and send it out to the world, an internal and external spiritual practice.

Footnotes

(1)  “A beggar had been sitting by the side of a road for over thirty years. One day a stranger walked by. ‘Spare some change?’ mumbled the beggar, mechanically holding out his old baseball cap. ‘I have nothing to give you,’ said the stranger. Then he asked: ‘What’s that you are sitting on?’ ‘Nothing,’ replied the beggar. ‘Just an old box. I have been sitting on it for as long as I can remember.’ ‘Ever looked inside?’ asked the stranger. ‘No,’ said the beggar. ‘What’s the point? There’s nothing in there.’ ‘Have a look inside,” insisted the stranger. The beggar managed to pry open the lid. With astonishment, disbelief, and elation, he saw that the box was filled with gold.

“I am that stranger who has nothing to give you and who is telling you to look inside. Not inside any box, as in the parable, but somewhere even closer: inside yourself.” (Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now, p. 11. at http://www.baytallaah.com/bookspdf/51.pdf .)