Oh, what a tragedy that most will understand this as mystical, some trick of words, something obscure, religious, a "belief system." It is no more any of these than is the Truth that sand is unpleasant to chew.
It is so concrete, ordinary for most of us (but on a tragically rare basis), real, obvious (the fish are the last to discover water).... How so? Think of when YOU WERE Universal Love. This is how it WAS for you at those times:
- Poverty was Wealth
- Hunger was Fullness
- Vulnerability was Safety
- Failure was Success
- Poverty: I was devoid of all resources. Wealth was EVERY MOMENT my experience, without qualification. Wealth of Meaning - the Wealth that surpasses all other wealth; the wealth that entirely obscures desire for on interest in ANY other form of wealth (all if which is by the design of our nervous system, inferior).
- Hunger: Hmmmm, yup, the hunger signals are shouted by the body on Hunger Strike. Fullness, NOT HUNGER, was what filled my consciousness, virtually, practically ALL THE TIME. At MOST there were fleeting seconds when there was a competition between the Pangs and the Fullness of Consciousness/Spirit.
- Vulnerability: 2am, tarp over my head, strange noises I can't see or identify, some crazy about to bash a brick into my skull and run? Safety, and nothing else was what I ever felt. Safety, Complete and Utter Safety, knowing that I was doing at that moment what Humanity, and even what the potential "crazy" needed me to be doing at that moment.
- Failure: 38 days of work, "suffering," "sacrifice," and what to show for it? NOTHING. Total Success was and is my feeling about it, completely, every moment. I did everything I could. There IS no feeling of Success that can surpass knowing you did EVERYTHING you could regarding something of Ultimate Importance. And, EVERY OTHER FORM OF "SUCCESS" FALLS EMBARRASSINGLY SHORT OF THIS.
