My Car Runs on Love | Steve Beckow

My car runs on love

By Steve Beckow, August 28, 2023

(Golden Age of Gaia)

I used to metaphorically act like a car. I’d fill my tank every morning and motor about socializing, coming home elated or deflated – but drained.

Then I’d go through a process of pumping myself up in the morning again and off I’d go.

Until I discovered that what had me feel deflated and drained was not my expenditure of energy. The problem was my filter needed changing. Well, filter(s), really.

Metaphorically speaking.

Or at least that’s what I thought starting out.

And so I labored mightily for decades looking for better filters and postponing any interior refit until I had a good replacement in hand. Cold Mountain. Est Training. Enlightenment Intensives.

And then I discovered a shortcut. Just drop the filter: It wasn’t needed. (1)

Oh my gawd. That was so easy.

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In 2018, I had an experience of my own innocence and purity and so I feel qualified to tell you: You’re already pure and innocent. (2)

You don’t need to work to get there, any more than taking off our overcoat is work.

We just need to drop the tremendous mental and emotional load we’re pulling, uphill. (3) It was never needed and it isn’t needed now.

Far from it. It’s keeping us from our native experience of innocence and purity.

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Well, when I got that, it was very liberating. It meant that I didn’t have to postpone dropping my identified filter until I had a replacement. No replacement wanted or needed. Just drop the filter.

Now things began to pick up speed.

All of a sudden I found myself hearing from the ego a lot less: Unforeseen consequence. I found out how to cast off from the ego: Just drop it. Just stop. Just be quiet. Voluntarily. No force involved. No more than dropping a piece of luggage.

That was simple. After a lifetime of struggle, thinking I had to have a good idea to replace a bad one, I saw now that no idea was preferable.

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Well, then a heart opening blew the lid off all of it. (4) Until then, all of it is happening mostly at the intellectual level, as this event demonstrates. I never knew what love was till now.

A walk through higher dimensionality and a return to planet Earth, so to speak, and here we are. (5)

Past the heart opening, we’re in occasional realizational territory, receding back into the experiential. But intellectual feels much less inviting now than it ever did.

Right/wrong? No use for it. Gets in the way. Just drop it. Don’t replace it with anything.

No juice in thoughts any more. And … no love. I mean, real love. The kind of love we’re heading towards.

Just stay aboard the train. It’ll be brought to you.

Meanwhile I’m over here, dropping filters and enjoying life more each day. Cheaper than filling my tank every morning, too. My car runs on love. (6)

Footnotes

(1) I had a physical experience of this too. In 1969, I drove my new TR-4 across Canada on my way to Carleton University to do my master’s. But my car kept overheating. No one knew what the problem was until I came to this little rural gas station. Oh, he knew what the problem was, he said, and he removed this little tube from my carburetor and threw it away. It was doing this-a and that-a and wasn’t needed.

My car ran perfectly for the rest of its life after that.

(2) The sight of the Self at Xenia. See An Ascension Ethnography at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/An-Ascension-Ethnography-12.pdf. Search on “Xenia.” (I intend my books to be searchable databases.)

(4) Loc. cit. Search on “heart opening.”

(3) I’ll bet that’s why Jesus said his yoke was easy.

(4) When will I take the shortcut here as well and simply drop all filters?

(5) The heart opening culminated in finding myself in an Ocean of Love. Upon questioning, I was told it was a Seventh-Dimensional experience. In Ascension Ethnography, search on “Ocean of Love.” (Apparently I’ve had two experiences, according to the write-ups.)

(6) When my tank needs filling, I draw love up from my heart, which fills me up.