What is Love? | Steve Beckow

By Steve Beckow, May 8, 2021

(Golden Age of Gaia)

What is love?

The question is unanswerable.

What = Which thing or which one of many. (American Heritage Dictionary.)

But love is not a thing. It isn’t one of many. Therefore there is no “what” dimension to love.

Love is. As far as I’m aware, it exists in a domain prior to things. It is the constituent of all things, the substratum, the essence.

I surmise that all divine qualities existed prior to things. Like them all, I think, love has no discernible qualities that I’m aware of. It’s the way I feel when I feel higher-dimensional love which matters most to me.

And the way I feel when I’m experiencing it? To describe it, I’d have to dust off my superlatives. Because higher-dimensional love is superlative, beyond description, the reward for all pains and labors.

I know why people talk about bursting their bodies. If I were to allow myself to feel that love to its fullest, I’d probably burst mine. There’d be no more compelling reason to live in such a confined and restrictive space. I’d have no further need for what Adya calls the clown suit.

Love is different from bliss in that, when I experience love, I’m so connected to everyone else that I want to cry for the sheer exquisiteness of it. But bliss has me just sit there with a cheshire cat smile on my face, having everything I need and want.

There’ll never be any Third-Dimensional words that will ever come close to describing it. If anything vital depends on finding them, we may as well close up shop.

I wonder if we’ll fare better telepathically.

Is there anything that can be said about it? Love is active. It must flow. There is no such thing as “universal” love because love, by its very nature, is always-already universal.

Love is all-stimulating, all-renewing, all-satisfying. There’s nowhere to go once we’re immersed in the Ocean of Love. Or should I say, baptized in the River Jordan. We are home.