A Time will Come
November 23, 2019
by Steve Beckow
I’ve been working with Michael on a matter that involved drawing the love up from my heart and sending it out to the world. I’d neglected this practice in recent times.
After months of dryness, I was again feeling higher-dimensional, transformative, real love.
No sooner was I doing so than I again feel impelled to sing its praises. There’s nothing like transformative love in Third Dimensionality. There are no words for it.
The Hindu sage Ramanuja must have been feeling it when he risked hellfire to help others experience and realize it.
The story goes that his guru had told him that if he shared the mantra he’d given him with anyone else, he’d go to hell.
Ramanuja used the mantra to achieve Self-realization and, when he had, he mounted the steps of the temple and sang his mantra out to all and sundry.
Aside from seeing through his guru’s injunction, I think Ramanuja was under the spell of this higher form of love.
I say that because, at this moment, I’m under its spell as well.
All concerns melt away. All is well in my world. Where before I felt stress, all is now sublime. My only desire, like Ramanuja’s, is to share what I feel with all and sundry.
One cannot say, “Make your love universal.” Show me real love that isn’t universal. Show me real love that doesn’t flow out from the heart to everyone, without exception.
Try to make it exclusive and it disappears.
Increase its flow and it becomes bliss. One loses track of everything else but it. I lose all desire to do anything else than simply sit here enjoying it. Not good for one who needs to work! Even less so for one who wants to participate in building a new world. I lose myself in bliss and get no further!
If I were to increase the volume and frequency, as I did in late 2015, I’d be in ecstacy; further and I’d be in exaltation. (1) But I’d no longer be writing for you. I’d be gone.
So, back to Earth and back to work. A time will come to enjoy these sublime states of being. For now I’m given little snacks to sustain and inspire me.
Be a glutton and I’ll remove myself from the game. And that is not the plan.
Footnotes
(1) I discussed the dimensionality of these experiences in 2016 with AAM:
Steve: The space that I call transformative love, what dimension is it?
Archangel Michael: It is the seventh dimension.
Steve: Then what dimension is bliss?
AAM: It is between eight and nine.
Steve: And ecstasy?
AAM: Twelfth.
Steve: And what about exaltation?
AAM: Then you have moved beyond.
Steve: What is beyond? How many dimensions are there, Lord?
AAM: Twelve. (Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Jan. 20, 2016.)
Source: Golden Age of Gaia
November 23, 2019
by Steve Beckow
I’ve been working with Michael on a matter that involved drawing the love up from my heart and sending it out to the world. I’d neglected this practice in recent times.
After months of dryness, I was again feeling higher-dimensional, transformative, real love.
No sooner was I doing so than I again feel impelled to sing its praises. There’s nothing like transformative love in Third Dimensionality. There are no words for it.
The Hindu sage Ramanuja must have been feeling it when he risked hellfire to help others experience and realize it.
The story goes that his guru had told him that if he shared the mantra he’d given him with anyone else, he’d go to hell.
Ramanuja used the mantra to achieve Self-realization and, when he had, he mounted the steps of the temple and sang his mantra out to all and sundry.
Aside from seeing through his guru’s injunction, I think Ramanuja was under the spell of this higher form of love.
I say that because, at this moment, I’m under its spell as well.
All concerns melt away. All is well in my world. Where before I felt stress, all is now sublime. My only desire, like Ramanuja’s, is to share what I feel with all and sundry.
One cannot say, “Make your love universal.” Show me real love that isn’t universal. Show me real love that doesn’t flow out from the heart to everyone, without exception.
Try to make it exclusive and it disappears.
Increase its flow and it becomes bliss. One loses track of everything else but it. I lose all desire to do anything else than simply sit here enjoying it. Not good for one who needs to work! Even less so for one who wants to participate in building a new world. I lose myself in bliss and get no further!
If I were to increase the volume and frequency, as I did in late 2015, I’d be in ecstacy; further and I’d be in exaltation. (1) But I’d no longer be writing for you. I’d be gone.
So, back to Earth and back to work. A time will come to enjoy these sublime states of being. For now I’m given little snacks to sustain and inspire me.
Be a glutton and I’ll remove myself from the game. And that is not the plan.
Footnotes
(1) I discussed the dimensionality of these experiences in 2016 with AAM:
Steve: The space that I call transformative love, what dimension is it?
Archangel Michael: It is the seventh dimension.
Steve: Then what dimension is bliss?
AAM: It is between eight and nine.
Steve: And ecstasy?
AAM: Twelfth.
Steve: And what about exaltation?
AAM: Then you have moved beyond.
Steve: What is beyond? How many dimensions are there, Lord?
AAM: Twelve. (Archangel Michael in a personal reading with Steve Beckow through Linda Dillon, Jan. 20, 2016.)
Source: Golden Age of Gaia
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