Yesterday was a strange day. You ever have those days when you keep trying to convince yourself that everything is fine, that all the crap is just in your head (which, of course is it)? But then the crap just keeps throwing itself at you – quite literally. That was yesterday. My boy was home sick (literally) again. The phone kept ringing. The doorbell kept ringing. I kept having to race out into town and then come back to find I’d missed deliveries, missed calls, missed people. It was a missing day. And then my brother phoned, from the US, and we hadn’t spoken for ages – and he always phones me from his cell-phone as he drives the highway, pausing every so often to pay a toll. Only yesterday, we’d been on the phone for all of five minutes when the SP came in, looked at me and vomited shit at my feet.
‘Call me back, Chris,’ I said. ‘Give me ten minutes.’ So he did and I cleaned it up and then he phoned again and then James called, ‘He’s done it again!’ so I sighed and Chris said ‘I’ll give you fifteen.’ And I cleaned up a small dog’s bodyweight in crap. And then he phoned again and we talked again and he said, ‘How’s work?’ And I laughed. And he said, ‘So what are you doing?’ So I said ‘Meditating mainly.’ And he didn’t laugh but sounded wistful. ‘I should be doing that,’ he said. ‘And I will. When I have time.’ Which made me sad.
And yesterday I saw a lot of sadness, a lot of pain. I heard a lot of pain. I felt a lot of pain. And, FFS, a dog bit a man in the face in the pub.
And I wasn’t going to blog today. But here I am. Because today is a new day. Fresh start. Capital letter. And I woke up with a song in my head and a feeling that I needed to write this here and now.
Round we go, round and round. Life isn’t a line. It isn’t even a circle. It’s a labyrinth, a many-dimensional labyrinth. The paths bend and turn back on themselves all the time. And you think you’ve learned a lesson only to realise that it’s there, to be learned again, on a different level, in a different way. The Kabbalists say that there are four worlds; that there are trees within trees, overlapping, overlying.
Nothing is ever simple. Every time you think, ‘Aha! That’s it!’, the it changes. J
Of course it does. Life is change. Nothing stays the same.
One thing is very simple.
One thing never changes.
One thing remains.
Unconditional, eternal Love.
Beyond all grief, all suffering, all surface flurry and drama and angst. Love.
That is what lies at the heart of the Labyrinth of Light. Glowing, pulsing, a steady beating heart that never stops. And, every so often, it explodes into blinding pure Light. That connects you to Everything.
And then there is no loss, no pain, no separation.
Have you felt it? If so, you won’t need my puny words to understand.
If you haven’t, you will just have to trust me. It is there.
Yes, yes, you’re saying. (I can hear you, you know.) You say, we all know love – for friends, for family, for lovers, for animals, for Nature, for money, for whatever. Yeah yeah...
Transcendent and imminent at the same time? That, above all else, is what I’ve learned in the Labyrinth, in this last year. That is, at heart, the One Thing (for me).
And I can sense you (some of you) going, ‘Ick.’ Soft and woolly, fluffy unicorns and rainbow dolphins. New Age, vapid meaningless words. ‘Love you.’ ‘Love you too.’ 'Love you more.' Lovey lovely.
No. Hell no.
Love is awesome. Love blows your socks off. Love is bloody smite me sideways with a whacking great sword into seven shades of eternity. There is nothing remotely fluffy unicorn about it.
I’ve written about it before, of course. And doubtless I will again. Because that’s what happens, you walk down the same path many times.
If you did a word cloud of Marek’s books I’m willing to bet the biggest word would be LOVE. Why? This, from one of his Authonomy threads…
‘When you feel Unconditional Love, you want everybody else to feel it. And when you see that they don’t bother, too busy abusing their surface minds, you cannot be absolutely happy. Unless you’re a dogged egoist.’
Ah. So much to say. Nothing to say.
It’s Advent. The run-up to Christ Mass. Hmm, come to think of it, a good time to read Pro Vocation. A ‘serious joke’. I wonder when my copy will arrive? :)