By Steve Beckow, Golden Age of Gaia
I’m learning a lot about sacred love that I’d like to share. Some lessons are expansions; others, discoveries.
First of all, at my level of everyday consciousness, whatever it may be, sacred love comes and goes.
As much as I’d like it to stay, it decides when it wishes to appear, despite our wishes and will.
Archangel Michael actually explained to me once how he could say that (1) I’ve had a permanent heart opening and yet (2) sacred love should come and go.
Archangel Michael: You are in a time of individual and collective Ascension that has never occurred upon your planet or elsewhere. So many of the historic and accurate understandings with regard to heart openings have shifted, can we say, expanded.
You have had a heart opening. Think of it this way. It is a heart opening that is not 1000% and it is like a rubber stopper that opens, closes, opens, closes. So it is partially open.
So it is a permanent heart opening because you are most certainly not only in the truth and the love of your own being, but in THE love of the Mother, far more than you have ever been. That is permanent and irreversible. But it is not 1000%.
Steve: All right, so there is more to go….
AAM: There is more to go. You have moments of what we would call, transcendent knowing, and transcendent connection and then there are moments like you are experiencing right now, of human loneliness. (1)
My life is split, though not dissociated. But I imagine it’s that way for all of us. We all have one foot in this level of consciousness and suddenly we’re wafted aloft and in another.
A lot of the time I’m not in sacred love. When I’m not, I’m very, very ordinary. And when I am, I’m flowing with happiness.
Second, its coming, its arising from the heart is aided by thoughts of the beloved.
Just as a vasana needs a trigger, so the experience of sacred love also, at this stage of things, seems to need a trigger.
Remember all the old airplanes that needed a crank to get started? I think that’s the case here as well. We need to “prime the pump” of the heart, as Archangel Michael once called it. (1)
I do that by breathing love up from my heart on the inbreath — lllllooooonnngggg inbreath — and breathing it out to the world on the outbreath.
Third, sacred love really is our refuge in time of trouble. It erases upsets and nourishes the person in a way we might have been unsuccessfully seeking from something or someone else.
We chase after love and chase after love and never seem to tire of the chase, despite the heartache. All have the recollection of sacred love, which I think spurs us on.
All the time, the artesian well flows inside of us. But, admittedly, it takes removing the obstacles from the heart first and that the angels seem to do best.
Fourth, tasting sacred love puts off many things – our inner gyro, our heart valves (our heart keeps opening), our estimations, our discernment.
We can be in sacred love and still fall into conditioned behavior. We just awaken to it earlier.
We can be in sacred love and get into conflicts of interests. Then we have to lovingly and gracefully extricate ourselves.
Society’s groundrules still exist. If anything we may trample on a few of society’s sacred rules; a measure of humility becomes called for.
Fifth, sacred love seeks itself.
Love seems to want love. Love appears to want to flow and circulate. It wants to be received and appreciated and then sent on to others.
Having checked in with myself, having summoned sacred love up from my heart on the inbreath and filled myself with it, for however long it chooses to stay, I love everyone and all of life. That’s why this is called “universal” love. (2) All of this I wrote above: This is what universal love feels like.
This is the environment our steps are leading us to. All of us who want to ride the Freedom Train.
(1) Michael said that three things had made the heart-opening desirable and possible: the romantic love I felt, my using the exercise of breathing love up from my heart, and my strong intention to experience love, which I had not experienced for most of my life. Again here we have an event that acts like a kind of propeller. The effort to transcend the lack of love in early life from Father propelled me in a certain direction.
(2) Students of S.N. Goenka might recognize this as what he called “real love.” Or rather, in his inimitable fashion, “d-r-r-r-r-real luhv, d-r-rr-r-real luhv, d-r-rr-r-real luhv.”